Chương 58: Chapter 58 - A Magical Kink I
"Only today."
"..."
Ron stepped forward and gently pulled Amelia's waist into his arms. He squeezed his hands on her loose gown and felt her naked curving waist underneath; strong, firm, teasing with soft flesh in all the right places. Her mature form still whetted his appetite, her cold demeanor but gentle brows enchanted him.
Ron still felt a bit doubtful.
He gulped and braved a lean forward. To his surprise, Amelia rested her hands on his shoulder and closed her eyes in a willing gesture.
Ron finally landed a kiss on her lips.
At first, he only wanted that small sign of affection, something to keep the connection between them, something to remind himself that she was an important part of his life now, the mother of his child. But those supple, soft, suckable lips ignited his memories of that unforgettable night.
His own lips felt scorching hot. Ron couldn't help sliding his hand down her gentle slopes, exploring down to her ass behind, finding it softer and fuller now, slightly different from what he remembered. In a way, even more inviting.
Ron pushed eager to go deeper, melding into her. Amelia instinctively moved on her feet, sliding back and resting her back against a wall. Her hands slipped over Ron's neck and chest, heated and needy.
Ron noticed her movements, also feeling the urge to do more. He stopped fondling her ass, pulling his hand up, and sliding his palm over the cloth of her dress in search of those tender, full bosoms. His other hand crawled over her thigh, tickling her with his fingertips before finally sliding over the material that protected her heated core.
But Amelia removed his hand and raised them to her hair, which had grown a little now, reaching below her ears. His fingers combed through the hair as she wanted, still kissing her passionately.
Ron was fine with keeping it the way she wanted it, but he still couldn't help the urge to grind onto her body. The excitement pushed him to do as much as he could, to get close, to make her want it as much as he did. His knee slowly came up between her legs, brushing his thigh against her passion-moistened depths.
With his height above hers, she almost danced on his knee. Grinding and taking in the fervent pushes against her clothes, taunting her sensitive skin. His tongue explored her mouth, flicking and pressing against her own in a bid for dominance.
She also combed her hands through his flaming hair, pushing and pulling in their exchange of dribble. Eventually, Amelia had to break the kiss for breath and continued to kiss the side of his face. Ron moved his tongue down, kissing and licking her slender neck.
Finally, they both chose to stop and looked at each other's faces. She could feel Ron's hardened bulge, and he could feel the heat of her loins and the wetness around her nipples.
At last, he caressed her face and took a step back, albeit a little reluctantly. Adjusting his pants, he coughed awkwardly.
"He's quite a handsome little chap," Ron said with a grin, shifting the conversation as he made his way to the small cradle where the red-haired baby was sleeping peacefully. "Even more so than me, if you can believe that."
Amelia chuckled and walked over beside him. "He weighed more than normal babies at birth."
"No wonder he looks chunky." Ron poked the baby's soft, squishy cheek. "It'll be hard for you to hide the parentage."
"Don't fret. Our family hasn't strayed from its red-haired heritage either. The very one for whom our son is named bore the same hair," Amelia revealed and gently lifted the baby and extended him towards Ron, to hold.
A little taken aback, Ron quickly wiped his palms on his sleeves and took the chubby little baby in his arms. Right then, the baby opened his eyes, revealing a blue depth like the sea. The giggling smile formed the very next moment, leaving Ron frozen in a multitude of emotions that stormed his heart.
Momentarily he looked back up at Amelia, and then back at the child. The automatic mental reminder that the raid was soon going to happen at the Ministry made him a little anxious for the future. As with Fleur, an innate desire to protect them arose.
I can't just stand by and let the Dark Lord hurt them. I've got to find him before it's too late, no matter what it takes!
"Don't!" Amelia interjected sharply, her voice a firm command. "I know what you're thinking, but no, I don't need you to be my savior. Just ensure your own safety and well-being, Ron. You're young, kind-hearted, and I can't bear the thought of Edgar being left orphaned."
But I have the means and the luck to do what all of you can't. Ron thought and gently placed Edgar back in the cradle. Harry's the chosen one, and he's expected to fight. Where does that leave me with all this luck?
"But you already said I could use the Unforgivable Curses, didn't you?"
"That's granted for the sake of self-defense, and I can revoke that privilege should I find it necessary."
Ron made his best puppy-dog eyes and stared up at her, his voice full of hope. "But you won't, will you?"
Amelia breathed in deeply and then let out a sigh. "I don't want you hurt."
"If the Dark Lord wins, being hurt will be the least of our troubles," he said, stepping closer and gripping her shoulders firmly. "I could just sit here and do nothing, and then regret it later. Or I could go all in and be content, even if it means losing in the end."
"I have no right to stop you," Amelia said softly, stepping closer and embracing Ron with a gentle warmth. "You still have a few days before you return to Hogwarts. If you wish to see Edgar, you're welcome to visit my home."
"I will." Ron caressed her back and stepped away. "I won't do something dumb, I promise."
"Walking into an ambush wasn't one of them?"
"I meant from now on." He averted his gaze and looked back at the cradle one last time. "I'll bring him a gift next time. I should go now, Daphne must be getting curious."
"Be safe."
Smiling, Ron waved as he walked out of the door and closed it behind him. The two Aurors standing guards looked at him, and he looked back at them. His smile was already lost.
With a nod at them, he went to the stairs and walked down. Finally, he bought the ice cream that he promised and returned to his shared hospital room, finding Daphne sitting on the bed in her casual clothes instead of the hospital ones.
"We can go?" He asked.
Daphne jumped down from the bed and rushed to him to grab the ice cream. Her gray, shirtdress was highly modest, revealing much of nothing to anyone's gaze. "We can. And what took you so long?"
"There were some Aurors. I asked them about your family," Ron said, already starting to pack up his things, dressed in his fresh clothes. "So, where will you be staying?"
"My… home?"
"It's been sealed off by the Ministry for further investigation," he said, his voice serious. "Your parents were last spotted somewhere south of England, using an unregistered portkey to who-knows-where. The Ministry's going to widen the search across the whole of Europe."
"And Astoria?" Daphne inquired, worry filled in her eyes.
"She wasn't mentioned. But she must be with your parents," Ron said and finally walked closer to her. "If you've got nowhere else to be, you can stay at the Burrow until we return to Hogwarts."
"With you?"
"I'll be there to rest at times," he answered and continued to walk. "Let's go, we can use the Floo Network."
Daphne thought about it for a very short moment and soon followed behind. Of all people, Ron was the safest to be with, she felt.
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Woosh!
The faint, fiery cloud-like fire disappeared and they both found themselves in the Burrow. Thankfully, the place was very clean, not even a spot of dust was around them.
"This is where you live?" Daphne stepped out to look around excitedly. "It's… homely… Wait, why aren't you coming out?"
"I've got some work to finish up. I'll catch you at dinner, Daphne. And, um, say hi to Mrs. Malfoy for me, would you?"
"Mal-What?!"
Woosh!
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