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rainydayathogwarts · 9 months

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hi please could i request something with ron where he has a seggs dream about you and wakes up h3rd with you cuddling him. thank you <3

So it seems I wasn't lying and I really am in my ron era. But who am I to complaint honestly.

Warnings: sexually explicit, smut, fluff in the end kind of, embarrassed ron. creations of the dirty teen boy mind, semi public sex.

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Ron laid flat on his back as your naked, sweaty body bounced up and down on his hard cock. You shone with sweat and your head was thrown back, letting your long hair perfectly run down your back in flawless ripples. Your tits bounced up with every move you made, and Ron reached up to squeeze them with both his hands. Both of you moaned in pleasure when Ron's cock hit your g-spot, causing your pussy to squeeze tightly around his thick length.

You brought both your hands down onto your boyfriend's abdomen, where you felt his muscles flex under his skin, and he let out a whimper, bringing both his hands up to grip your hips tight enough to leave marks.

You sped up your pace and Ron dug his head deep into the pillow behind him, and you felt his nails dig into your skin. His hips jerked up into yours frantically and just as he was about to let his load out into you - his eyes fluttered open.

Ron's arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and your body was pressed against his in a spooning position. Ron immediately groaned in disappointment and discomfort when he realised that it was all a dream and that he was still hard as a rock. He unwraps his arms from your waist and tries wiggling away from you to create space between you, but you instantly flip around onto your stomach, throwing a leg over Ron's hip, while cuddling deeper into his chest.

He suppresses a moan, because despite the illusion of privacy you got from the curtains pulled around Ron's four poster bed, his four other dorm mates were probably still in their respectful beds, sleeping. Ron froze. He had no idea what to do from there. His mind races while he tries to make up his mind; should he go to the bathroom and get himself off or take care of himself right next to you. He didn't think twice, reaching into his sweatpants to free his hard-on.

Once he's shimmied his sweatpants and briefs down his thighs, he starts to relieve himself. He groans and bring his knuckles between his teeth as he tries to control his slow movements, intently staring at the way your legs are slightly spread for him. Your legs and panties are exposed, the t-shirt you borrowed from Ron riding all the way up past your hips, allowing Ron a perfect view of your panty-clad cunt. His movements start to speed up, but he goes still as soon as soon as he hears a quiet "Ron?"

Your eyes are fluttering open, and your head is tilted at just the right angle that you get a perfect view of his hand tightly wrapped around his leaking cock. You blink a couple of times, allowing yourself to adjust to the rather sudden change of sleeping, to seeing your boyfriend jerking off. You look up with raised eyebrows at your boyfriend's face, which has suddenly gone all red, and can't help but giggle slightly.

You reach down to replace his hand and mutter to him "Here, let me take care of you", and he does. The hand previously on his cock reaches up under his your shirt to grip your waist and his second arm wraps around your shoulder, pulling you impossibly closer to him as if it would suppress him moans. Ron bites his lip and throws his head back, grunting quietly and you put a hand on his abdomen as if it would help, but it only causes Ron to desperately whine.

"Ron." You say again, but only this time it's in a warning tone, and Ron tries stifling the noises he makes by biting your shoulder. You gasp quietly and increase the pace on Ron's dick. A harsh tug on your hair makes you look up at him only for Ron to slam his lips onto yours. You feel the muscles in his lower stomach contracting which never fail to tell you he's close and bring that hand down to focus on his red tip. This has his hips frantically humping up into your hand as he releases onto the sheets and pretty much everywhere else.

Once he's ridden out his orgasm and is safe from releasing any other inappropriate sounds, he breaks the kiss. He's red in the face and his chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath, but a shy smile still finds itself on his face, and he tries to hide his embarrassment by burying his face into your chest. You giggle, both your hands starting to play with his ginger hair, the unspoken question floating in the air.

"I had a dream." He finally admits and you look down at him, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead. His arms wrap around your torso once more and he rolls onto his stomach, and you move so he's now resting between your legs, his head laying on your stomach as you play with his hair. "Well you might just have to have those more often"

"No you won't!" A voice interrupts, which you recognise as Harry's, essentially ruining the moment. Ron's face flushes again and he groans, even as you laugh in shock.

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astronova-00 · 1 year

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everyone: *fighting for their lives in the Hogwarts Battle*

severus: fuck this *pulls gun and murders voldy*

everyone:

harry: what

hermione: the

ron: bloody

mcgongall: FUCK! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING US SEVERUS? YOU HAD THAT THE ENTIRE TIME, WHERE WAS THIS 15 YEARS AGO!!!

severus: *runs*

#shitpost #i’m bored #severus snape #pro snape #pro mcgongall #pro harry #pro ron weasley #pro hermione granger #hermione granger #ron wealsey #minerva mcgonagall #astronova 00 blog #i’m actually so funny

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trumpkinhotboy · 10 months

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"Would you like to dance?"

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader

Type: Not requested/blurb

Genre: Good vibess, no angst in sight

Rating: pg

Warnings: None!

Word count: Approx. 1700

Requests: Open!! (For Narnia and Twilight Wolfpack and maybe Ron Weasley/Harry Potter stuff ;o)

A/n: I know it's literally been a thousand years since I posted anything, but uhhhh what can I say? I watched the series and inspiration struck me 🤷‍♀️ Hope you enjoyyy

**Not my gif!!

**also can you imagine him looking at you like that??? ooompfff

Summary: A few bumps in the road seem to darken the reader's night at a Hogwarts ball. Luckily, there's always a Weasley boy hanging around to lighten up the night and make everything feel right again.

This night was going the opposite way you thought it would. Even though you were in love with your dress and marveled at the music and decor in the Great Hall, there was one thing that put quite a dent in this enchanting night. You would have never expected your date to ditch you for another girl in the middle of a dance, except he did, right when the dancefloor started to get packed with people.

You could understand though, she was a beautiful girl and, since you also were in a few classes with her, you knew she was a really smart witch. It was quite embarrassing to be left for someone else, but if you were honest your date had never been your first choice. Considering that fact, you felt a bit less enraged than you should have been. In truth, you had hoped to ask a certain red-haired, clumsy Weasley, but hadn't been able to muster up the courage when the time had come. Thinking about it, this was the real thing that had put a dent in your night.

So there you sat, alone at an empty table, except for the few glasses left there; abandoned by their owners, who clearly had something better to do than sitting down. You stared at the crowd of students on the floor, feeling a mix of envy, anger, and a bit of shame. If it had just been about dancing to some upbeat song, you would have joined the crowd, confident you would find some friends in there, but no. With your luck, it had to be some romantic slow-tempo songs. The kind of song where you slow dance with someone, love, and magic in the air, as delicate snowflakes fall from the ceiling. The atmosphere was incredibly enchanting and romantic. Which was not helping your case. The sweet melody ended softly, and you straightened up, hoping it would switch to something a bit more upbeat. You were very disappointed to hear one of your favorite classical pieces slowly start to diffuse in the room. You ungracefully lowered, more like smacked, your head on the table, feeling cursed and wondering what you had done to deserve such a thing. You let out a sigh and defeated, decided to cut out the humiliation and go back to your room to cuddle up with a good book and a blanket.

That was your plan until you heard: “Ahem, would you like to dance?”

You nearly jumped out of your chair at the sound of the familiar voice. Someone you had been looking for all night, even though he seemed nowhere to be found. Your gaze met up with Ron’s and you couldn’t help a smile from illuminating your face.

“If I’d like to dance?” You repeated, feeling both delighted and incredibly surprised. The words immediately made his pale cheeks redden. You knew this wasn’t his thing, balls, dancing, and dressing up, but for him to offer this to you anyway made your stomach fill up with butterflies.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He pleaded, and for a second, he seemed unsure whether or not you would accept his offer. Which was funny, since you were the one sitting alone while everyone was dancing. Especially if you considered that he had been the one you wanted to dance with all night.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You answered as you got up, finally taking ahold of his outreached hand. He seemed to let out a small sigh of relief before a satisfied smile spread out on his pink lips.

He conducted you to the middle of the dancefloor while you stared at him with disbelief. Ronald Weasley was a lot of things, but being the kind of guy to bring a girl to the middle of a dancefloor at a ball, was not something you would have put on the list. He slowly brought you in, one hand holding yours, the other around your waist. As he made contact with you, you noticed that his hand was incredibly warm and… big? His thumb sat on your stomach as the rest of his palm laid out and reached the middle of your back.

Were his hands really this big? How had you never noticed?

“Y/n?” “Mh?” “Somethin' wrong?” “What?”

As you lifted your head, you realized you had been blatantly staring at his hand like it was a strange foreign object. You felt a blush creeping up your neck, suddenly making you feel incredibly hot and clammy.

"Is something the matter with my hand?" "What? Oh, no. I just noticed how hot it is in here. Don't you think? Isn't it hot in here?” You whispered while looking around, very much so like a crazy woman. “Uhm, no? Not really?” He looked up at the ceiling before adding with a chuckle. “I mean, snowflakes are coming down from the ceiling so.”

Oh right. You looked up, feeling like you might explode from embarrassment. You weren't generally this self-conscious (or dumb) around him, but tonight seemed to unveil all kinds of new surprises for you.

“Lord Y/n, quit blushing so much. Did you eat one of Fred and George’s nasty dessert pranks? The ones in the Skiving Snackboxes?”

You shook your head with an embarrassed smile. If he was actually comparing you to one of Fred and George's victims, you must have looked really terrible. You rested your forehead on his shoulder and before you could even think about what you were saying added, “It’s not the Snackboxes, but if you could stop making me feel so nervous I’d probably come back to a normal color. "

You felt his breath stop, and by the movement of his body, could guess that he was now staring at you. Immediate dread invaded your whole body. If an enraged thestral could come into the room right now and whisk you away, you would really love it. But no, you were stuck here with your big mouth, resting your sweaty forehead on Ronald Weasley's shoulder.

"I- uhm, I make you nervous?" An actual question, not a confident tone as if he knew the effect he had on you, no. He was actually asking you a question. Was that boy blind for God's sake!

"Can we just, dance?" You took a deep breath before you lifted your head to face him. "Please?"

He looked at your pleading eyes, an enormous question mark still written on his face. You felt his thumb timidly stroke the back of your waist before he added in a whisper.

"Sure, but you gotta know I’m a pretty shitty dancer."

You let out a loud laugh, relieved he didn't push the subject. "Oh you don't have to worry about that Weasley, I do know."

In fact, everybody knew how bad of a dancer Ron was. Another laugh escaped you as you remembered how uncomfortable he had looked when he'd danced with McGonagall before the Yule Ball.

"If you are such a bad dancer, why offer me a dance?" you asked with a teasing look.

"Well, I know how much you like to dance, and you look bloody amazing tonight. I could not leave you alone sitting at that table."

You started dancing again, both facing the opposite side of each other. Your chin right above his shoulder, you stared straight ahead. Now it was your turn to feel your breath catch in your throat.

Lots of people liked to joke about Ron's clumsiness and the fact that he used to get scared easily. Oh, and also that he was kind of a lunatic sometimes. But really, no one ever noticed how he was one of the most thoughtful, loyal, and protective people you could ever meet. That was a privilege you earned as you got to know him better.

You held him a bit tighter, feeling so grateful for his presence in your life. "Well, thank you," you mumbled, chin resting on his shoulder.

"No worries. Anyway, after dealing with your bum of a date, I had all the time in the world to come and badly dance with you."

"After you what!?" you took a step back to face him. He had the biggest smirk on his face, looking mischievous as ever. At that moment, the resemblance between him and his older twin brothers was uncanny.

"Ron!? What did you do?" You tried keeping a straight face, but in the end, couldn’t keep in your smile. There was the loyalty and protectiveness you loved so much. "You can see for yourself. I think about now, the desserts should have taken effect." he nodded to your right, and that’s when you saw him (or it) in the corner of the room. You gasped, hand flying to your mouth to hide the loud noise. You were regaled with the sight of your ex-date trying to make a big move towards his new companion. But as he leaned in, making that weird face guy sometimes make before they kiss you, his face started to distort into big bumps and lumps. He was not a feast for the eyes, and as he leaned in, one of the lumps made contact with his poor date's nose. She opened her eyes and screamed, horrified. She ran away, creating a big commotion around the lovely couple.

Ron and you hid in each other's shoulders trying to keep in your laughter. You both failed miserably, but still deserved an A for effort because that was quite a scene. When you lifted your head again, it was to meet your friend’s sparkling eyes. Snowflakes adorned his red hair, and the light of the candles floating everywhere reflected in his blue eyes. Once again, you were struck by how handsome he was.

"I wish I could scold you, but honestly, it feels pretty good to see he got what he deserves." (Okay, maybe it is a bit hypocritical to say that, but still. Even though he wasn't your first choice, you never would have abandoned him to go with someone else, as if he'd have never existed.) You smiled, sure a glimpse of adoration was creeping into your gaze. "Thank you, again. It's the second time you save me tonight Weasley. If you keep this going, I'm gonna have to start paying you back."

He let out a small chuckle, his hands now on your hips as yours rested on his broad shoulders.

"In fact…" you brought your lips to his cheek to lay down a small kiss. "First payment."

Now it was his turn to go red as a tomato, the sparkle shining even brighter in his blue eyes.

"Careful Y/l/n. You might encourage me to keep saving you if that’s how you repay me."

#ron weasley x reader #ronald weasley x reader #ronald weasley #ron wealsey #harry potter #hp fandom #fluff #fluffy #ilya writes

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dailywizardwheezes · 2 years

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#hpedit #love #Heaty eyes #ron wealsey #Hermione granger #romioneedit #ron x hermiome #dww #gif #gifs #anastasia

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big-ronnev-fan · 3 months

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I fully believe that this scene changed me forever

#ron weasley #harry potter #hp #ron wealsey #ron weasley defence squad #ron weasley defense squad

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oxydiane · 2 years

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Before bed thought: FTM Harry who was secretly happy the Dursleys would never force him to wear skirts or dresses, who was secretly happy with Dudley’s hand-me-downs. Trans boy Harry who is barely perceived by the people in his life for his entire childhood and it makes him somewhat happy because that means nobody is there to remind him that when outsiders look at his scrawny frame in oversized clothes, they still see a girl. And then he is thrown into a world in which everybody knows his name, his wrong name. He is overly aware of just how much everybody perceives him. He sits with Ron in the Gryffindor common room one evening, everything quiet as he breathes ‘what if… What if I wasn’t the Girl-Who-Lived?’ Ron stares at him, confused. ‘What if I was the Boy-Who-Lived instead?’ His best friend blinks a few times and silently takes him in; his bird nest of a mop of hair that has always refused to grow past his nape, the trousers of his uniform he stubbornly insisted on wearing because ‘skirts are just too uncomfortable, I’m not used to them anyways’ and the way he slouches, always seems to be trying to make himself smaller. Something clicks. Ron smiles, ‘I reckon that would be pretty wicked, you know, we’ll — we’d share a dorm, wouldn’t that be cool?’ Harry nods. Yeah, sharing the boys’ dorm with Ron did seem pretty cool.

#i have feelings #gn its late #soo writes #soo talks #headcanon #harry potter #harry james potter #ron wealsey #trans harry potter #ftm #ftm harry potter #trans headcanon #ronarry #rarry #platonic for now but you get my drift #trans boy harry potter #fuck the dursleys #👎👎👎

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thegirlwhowrites642 · 1 year

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Do you have any headcanons about Ron Weasley?

I don't have a lot of headcanons about Ron, in my defence, he brought this on himself when he married the character with the most random no sense post-books story of the entire world-building.

That said, here a couple of things I have:

The reason why he leaves the Aurors is that he finds out he hates the Ministry. Like yes, he and Harry change some things in the first few years but Ron realises that some things will never change, he is very pessimistic about it all. He still supports Hermione and he admires her for believing she can make a difference, he is very proud of her when she succeeds and he knows it's important that some people take up that challenge but he felt like a hypocrite working for that system

At the shop, he takes care of the financial part

He starts studying a bit for it, and he starts to realize he would have been good at arithmancy if only he had had enough confidence to even try it out (Ron is a great chess player there's no way he wouldn't be good in Maths)

At a certain point he also starts working occasionally as a consultant for some bussiness

He is really close with Rose who is very much a daddy's girl

Hugo is very socially awkward and Ron is a bit worried for him (this is straight up taken from @floreatcastellumposts because I love her Hugo)

He is not very subtle about James being his favourite nephew/niece. Ginny jokes about James being like Ron so Ron always jokes about that being the reason why James is his favourite, he is actually his favourite because he reminds him a lot of Ginny but he wouldn't admit it even if the alternative were death (Hermione totally knows it, she tries to bring it up once but Ron refuses to take part to that conversation)

He was really adamant about wanting to be very financially safe before marrying (he also had this fixation about buying Hermione the greatest ring)

I probably have others that will only come to me after I post this, because of course.

Anyway, happy birthday Ron!

#ron wealsey #romione

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modern-harrypotter · 2 years

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The Weasley Kids - Instagram

#hp social media au #social media au #ron wealsey #william weasley #charlie weasley #percy weasley #fred weasley #george weasley #ginny weasley #instagram au #weasley family

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ginerva-mollyweasley · 9 months

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"and finally, he saw the two whose company he craved most"

HARRY POTTER & RON WEALSEY & HERMIONE GRANGER [THE GOLDEN TRIO] → my top 50 fictional dynamics [16/20]

#harry potter #ron wealsey #hermione granger #the golden trio #harry x ron x hermione #harry x ron #ron x hermione

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melindaleehaha · 1 year

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One of the funniest things in hp films is that the writers clowned themselves. They sidelined Ron and hyped up Harmione during 3-6 films. So when the last book came out and Romione’s endgame they have to prop up movie!Ron whose characterization was already ruined by the previous 6 films soon to avoid the films getting too far away from the books. To make the empty shell movie!Ron seemed to be worthy of Mary Sue movies!Hermione. So suddenly Ron got more lines and actions in the last two films which the previous films denied him but should have done. He even did the stuff book!Ron didn’t do. He’s actually super competent in DH p1, 2. But sadly it’s already too late, the previous “useless” comedic sidekick image the films gave him already sank in. Not to mention the leftover Harmione effect the writer thought jkr is going towards made them wrote that awful dance scene which didn’t help either.

#ron wealsey #romione #ron weasley defense squad

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apolloravenclawsblog · 2 years

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Ron: I don't want to study anymore my brain is going to combust

Harry: come on mate there's just a few more

Hermione: study or perish

Harry and Ron: wHaT

Hermione: *glaringly* you heard me

#harry potter #hp shitpost #golden trio incorrect quotes #golden trio headcanons #golden trio era rp #hermione granger #ron wealsey #harry and ron #hermione and harry #hermione and ron #ron and harry #studying for exams

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rainydayathogwarts · 10 months

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Jealous, Jealous, Jealous girl - Ron Weasley

summary: Lavender won't stop flirting with your boyfriend, but he won't tell her off because he's loving the PDA coming from you. You can't stand it, so you show her who he belongs to.

warnings: smut, handjob, exhibitionism, (semi) public sex

She's gone crazy.

What was going through her head when she threw herself onto him and pulled him in such a tight hug? Did she not see you, standing just feet away from him, about to give him a kiss for his success? You could see the shock and confusion on his face, arms by his side as he ran the situation in his head, refusing to return her hug.

From beside you, you heard Fred and George gasping and murmuring some "She's dead" and "Good luck to her" when they saw the look on your face.

Just the other day she sat at your potions table, listening as you told Hermione how well your relationship was going. She saw the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulder when class finally ended, guiding you to your next one.

And now she's the one with her arms around him.

Ron attempts to push her away slowly, separating himself from the hug, but you don't acknowledge him as he walks towards you, rather giving Lavender a death stare before turning to your boyfriend and returning the kiss he leans in for.

You can feel her eyes on you as you press yourself further into him, going onto your tiptoes as you reach your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss by slipping your tongue into his mouth to meet his, intertwining yourselves into a passionate kiss. When you separate, you're both panting for air, and Ron's big hands are gripping the curve of your ass, one of his hands moving up to caress your waist.

You're still holding him close, a manicured hand moving down his neck to run down his chest and you giggle when you see the look of amazement on Ron's face. It was clear he was only expecting that from you behind closed doors.

"Congrats on your win baby." You whisper, and Ron leans in again, stealing a quick kiss from you before giggling and pulling away from you, receiving pats on the back from his older brothers who wink at you when you walk away. You wipe your bottom lip from the smudged lip gloss and make eye contact with Lavender, whose eyes were still glued to you, and you tilt your head, smiling kindly at her.

It wasn't until the day after, when you sat with your friends at the Gryffindor table that you understood that this 'game' Lavender was playing was only just starting. You brought your mug to your lips, lightly blowing on it before taking a sip when Lavender walked behind your boyfriend, clasping a hand on his shoulder and giving him a flirtatious smile when he turned around before walking off. His lip curled upwards in disgust and you slowly swallowed your tea as your eyes followed the strawberry blonde.

You didn't bother reacting to her, even as she stared at you with a satisfied smirk on her face, which started to falter at the unfazed look on your face.

"Darling, are you done?" Your head snapped back towards your boyfriend and you nodded, standing up in sync to walk to class. When you stood side by side, you let Ron take your book bag off your shoulder to sling it over his as you took his free hand, intertwining your fingers together.

You could see Ron open and shut his mouth several times from the corner of your eye, as though contemplating if he should say anything about the situation. Deciding against it, he walked into the classroom and pulled a chair out for you as he sat next to you. He opened his textbook, placing his wand on the edge of his desk when he felt your hand on his thigh. You could see his cheeks turn pink as your second hand came up to straighten up his tie.

"Everything alright love?" He asked and you nodded, your hand coming up from his thigh to rest on his shoulder. Leaning close to him until your face was mere inches from his, you whisper into his ear with a sultry tone "You don't have any plans for your free period after this, do you?" With Ron's gaze looking down, you squeeze your thighs together to make sure he gets the message. He shakes his head frantically as his hand comes down on your thigh, looking up to make sure no one is looking at your private exchange.

But someone is.

Lavender, now seated in the front of the class, is turned around in her chair to speak to her friend behind her, yet her eyes are locked on you and your boyfriend. He sighs, his hand lying still on your thigh, but he faces the front, ignoring the way she leans towards her friend to point you both out to her.

For some reason, Ron can't pay attention to McGonagall as she explains another spell, a million thoughts racing through his mind. Usually, he was the one who tried dragging you into his dorm during your free periods and you always fretted that one of his dorm mates would walk in on you, even as he laid on top of you and pressed kisses onto your body. Normally, he boldly kissed you in front of your friends in the common room, only to pull away and find you rosy-cheeked with your head turned away in embarrassment. Never in your relationship had you been the one with wandering hands, suggesting you ditch everything at hand to find an empty space to fuck while you could.

It was all because of her.

And as much as he hated her, God he was so grateful.

Having you express your possessiveness over him was igniting a kind of fire in his belly, and he would take your displays of affection towards him any day, anywhere. That's why he mindlessly let you guide him through the halls at the end of class, his eyes glued to you as his hand clutched yours tightly. He paid little attention to the wavy haired strawberry blonde who followed you, having seemingly ditched her friend to isolate the three of you and confront you.

Lavender stopped abruptly when she saw you heading into one of the small secluded study rooms deep within the Gryffindor common room, leaving the door open behind you, allowing her a full view of you pushing Ron against the wall and connecting your lips to his. She wavered in the doorway, looking through the small gap as you pressed your body to Ron's, one of his moans filling the air.

Your hands wandered down Ron's body until you reached his belt and you paused momentarily, looking into his eyes for any signs of discomfort, but all you got from him was a pleading "Baby, please."

You started unbuckling Ron's belt and he whimpered, pushing his hips against yours and leaning down to reconnect your lips in a desperate kiss. Once Ron was freed from the restraints of him belt, you reached your hand in his underwear to wrap around his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum from the tip. Ron separated from the kiss, his forehead pressed against yours and he let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips as he let quiet moans out.

You spread his pre-cum around his dick, starting to move your hand slowly up and down his shaft and squeezing him at the base only for him to cry out in pleasure as one of his hands came up to lace itself in your hair. You gasped when he pulled your hair, looking up at him, mouth agape and eyes shut as his head leaned against the wall. Giggling, you looked down at his thick cock in your hand, his tip red and leaking pre-cum, so you brought your hand up to squeeze it, then smoothly ran your fingers across the top of it. Ron shuddered, his hips bucking in your hand uncontrollably and you sped your hand up, leaning into him to whisper words of praise.

"Come on baby, you're doing so good for me.

Why don't you come for me?

Be a good boy and come for me, then you can do whatever you want to me."

Ron gruntled, letting out a strangled moan as his hips humped into your hand a few more times, white ropes of cum shooting onto his crisp white shirt in long spurts.

You continued stroking him so he could ride out his orgasm until he started catching his breath, his clammy hands coming up to cup your face and pull you into another kiss. When you pulled away, he was grinning boyishly at you, and he glanced down to see the mess you created, raising his eyebrows at you.

When he looked back up though, he caught Lavender's eye in the doorway and shook his head. You followed his gaze and smirked, looking back at him to say "She just can't get enough, can she?"

Ron chuckled, putting his hands on your hips to spin you around to face the doorway and started undoing the buttons of your trousers. "Yeah, well why don't we show her who I belong to huh?" He teases, his fingers trailing under your panties, immediately finding your clit.

You moan, throwing your head back onto his shoulder and nod as his fingers find their way inside you and Lavender turns red in the doorway, frozen in place.

She doesn't know if she wants to be you or be with you.

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