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lumosflairr · 3 months ago

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blurb suggestion! Ron having a sleepover with his girlfriend for the first time

note: okay i loveee this idea!! I’m just starting to write again so it might not be the best. This can take place whichever year you prefer (probably year 4-6?) Gryffindor! reader.

Warnings: none

Contains: fluff. simply JUST fluff!

Sweet cuddles.

You were in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione, studying for your next test coming up in Potions. Potions was never your top subject, as the process of what goes here, or what goes there, always left your brain in a twister.

“y’know how lucky I am to have you?” you laughed, after Hermione explained the problem to you. She gave you a smile and chucked along with you. “Im just glad you actually take in the information I give you, usually people just want the answer, which is not going to help you in the long run. If you just simply get the answer but have no Earthly idea on how you got it.. how will that become beneficial? I-“ “Hermione, your doing it again” you laughed, louder than last time. Her cheeks flushed and let out a giggle. “Sorry.. sometimes i get carried away..”

As you finished studying and were packing up, you saw Ron and Harry walk in. You could tell they came from Hogsmeade, Ron with a bag slam full of candies you were sure Harry bought him, and Harry with a couple chocolate frogs and Fizzing Whizbees.

The two walked over to where you were as you and Hermione said your hellos. Ron leaned down and gave you a kiss on your cheek, which you gave him a smile in returned as he took his seat beside you. Harry examined the notes and homework the two of you had completed. “Been busy, have we?” Harry said, which Hermione grabbed the paper she had her notes written on in the sassy way she usually does.

“Yes, and i suggest the two of you get to it as well, because y/n and I are not letting you two just copy the answers down!” You could tell shes been tired of people simply only speaking to her for answers. She knew the three of you don’t see her as a cheat sheet, but everybody has their limits and hers were being pushed.

Harry put his hands up in a defending manner, and Hermione sighed and put all her belongings away.

Ron tapped you on your thigh and whispered in your ear which a smile on his face, “You’ll give me the answers right?” “Nope” you said, popping the p at the end. He gave you a look, his smile dropping. “‘m only joking, yes ill give you the answers” you said with a giggle. “Bloody hell woman, you had me scared for a bit. Almost thought you were gonna be a little miss know it all and be all evasive” He let out a relieved sigh and laid his head onto your thigh, relaxing as you put your hand in his full head of hair, playing with the Ginger locks.

Although you had only been dating for about 2 months, You’ve known each other for about 5 years. Everything the two of you did together was basically second nature.

As the four of you sat and chatted for a while, Harry took a look at the clock and read the time, ‘9:54”. Harry stood up from his position, grabbing his bag from Honeydukes. “We might want to head off to bed, been a long day” Harry spoke.

You all agreed, except for a certain someone who happened to be in your lap. As Harry walked off, he didn’t hear a following path of feet behind him. Whenever he turned around, all eyes were on Ron. Everything was second nature, besides napping or sleeping together.

You two never really went into each other’s rooms and took naps, you normally just talked or watched muggle movies. This caused a smile to creep on your face as your cheeks tinted a shade of pink.

Harry and Hermione let out a laugh as Harry spoke “Well then, hes all yours for the night. Beware though, he snores and talks in his sleep all night long” He smiled big at that last part with a laugh and you looked up at him and returned the smile “Oh shut it..” Hermione grabbed her bags as Harry left, walking up to you on the way to your shared dorm. “I’ll be in our room, Are you staying on the couch with Ronald?” She questioned.

“No, I’ll be up there in a moment” She let out a hum in returned and bid you goodnight. You sat there with Ron in your lap, as you patted his shoulders. “Ronnnnn…” you spoke, attempting to wake him up. “Ronnn.. honey wake up..” you pressed your knee up against his chin, shaking his head as he let out a tired groan. His eyes fluttered opened and turned his head to face you.

“sweetheart...” He said as he wrapped his arms around you. Merlin you loved his voice when he was waking up. “Ron, it’s 10 o’ clock at night honey, its time for bed.”

He stirred and let out another groan, sitting up as he rubbed his neck. “Whats it look like i was doing?” You rolled your eyes playfully at his comment. “Let’s head to my dorm, yeah?” His cheeks flushed red at the comment. “Your dorm? as in im staying with you tonight?” His lips curled into a smile, a nervous one. “Obviously” you humorously scoffed.

“Thank Merlin, i was tired of hearing Harry chit chat in his sleep” He mentioned, an annoyed tone in his voice. You looked at him with playful eyes and a smirk once again, “Oh yeah? I heard you were the one talking in your sleep and snoring all night” you stated, your arms crossed as you look up at the Ginger. Ron, clearly embarrassed, turned his head around “Can we go to your dorm now?” You kept the smirk on your face and held your hand out “Let’s go then.”

As he took your hand, you both walked to you and hermione’s shared dorm. She was fast asleep, her night lamp cut off and her blinds shut.

You dug into your dresser, pulling out your sleep shorts and tank. They were white with pink flowers and lacy straps, with the matching pair of shorts. As you grabbed your pajama’s you realized Ron didn’t have anything, and walking downstairs then back up across the common room was way too much work. “Would you like an old shirt of mine to sleep in?”

you said, giving him a look with your eyebrows raised. That bashful look came back on his face, “It’s alright love, ill just sleep in what i have on. Your stuff wouldn’t fit me anyways.” ‘That was very true’ you thought to yourself, Ron had surely buffed up since last year. His muscles had grown at a somewhat scary amount, which honestly left you drooling. You nodded your head and turned around.

You peeked over your shoulder and noticed Ron was still staring at you. You let out a giggle “Some privacy?” you smirked, His whole face turning red. “oh.. oh erm yeah sorry sweetheart..” he let out that nervous chuckle as he turned around while you changed.

“Alright love you can turn back around” As he turned and his eyes landed on your figure, he took in just how beautiful you truly were. His eyes scanned you up and down as he walked up to you and placed kisses all over your face. “You’re so beautiful..can’t believe you’re actually mine..” he whispered, placing his head into the crook of your neck. “All yours..” you said as you traced circles on his back.

“Let’s get in bed, yeah?” You felt him smile as he pressed a kiss on your neck and crawled into bed. You got in right after him and pulled the covers over the both of you. He pulled you into him, nestling your head in his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you both let your feet intertwine together. You loved having these intimate moments, the sweet ones. “You give the sweetest of cuddles…” he whispered into your ear which you returned his comment with a kiss to his shoulder. “Goodnight love” you said, feeling sleep take over you. You smiled mentally to yourself. “Goodnight, Sweetheart”

hey!! so this was my first blurb written in what feels like centuries so if you have any writing tips or things i could’ve done to make this story a little better please lmk! I enjoy feedback alot💜

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kittyminion · 1 month ago

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forbidden forest theodore nott x f!reader

-fluff, no smut, theodore asks reader to be his girlfriend -you and theodore find yourselves in the forbidden forest, but looks like he has a surprise for you

Theodore insisted the two of you take a quick detour. "We'll make it to Hogsmeade quicker," he said, that same smirk on his face when he had something mischievous planned.

The first time you'd seen that smirk, it was when he told you he liked you, then the second, when he surprised you with your favorite brand of jewelry.

It always came out when something was planned, but this time you didn't know what.

Despite the two of you not being in an official relationship, it was obvious to everyone in your Hogwarts class that you and Theo claimed each other.

If a boy looked at you a little too closely, be aware that Theodore was pulling him aside shortly after and whispering a few choice words to him. Sometimes, they were along the lines of, "I know she's pretty, but she's unavaible." And the same went for him if someone, girl or boy, showed a little too much interest in him.

It had only been a few months since the truth of your feelings were revealed, but Theodore still hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend. You had become a bit disappointed. The gifts he gave you were flattering, as well as the occasional kisses and wandering hands, but the title of being Theodore's Girlfriend, really excited you.

You wanted to pridefully kiss him when the Slytherins won a Quidditch match (despite your house loosing), you wanted to sit with him during lunch and not have everyone question why you weren't at your House table.

You wanted to spend nights in his dorm, and chuckle when he'd force the others to get lost for the night. Most of all, you wanted to brag to your friends about how amazing your boyfriend was.

They all had significant others, and it was just your luck that you were the last of your friends to be in a relationship. Not to mention, since Theodore was taking his time in asking you to be his girlfriend, that ilicited even more teasing.

Hermione was always quick to come to your side, while Ron was the one teasing. You'd had a little spat with Harry about being friends with Theo, who was in Draco's friend group, but you knew Harry only came from a place of love.

The Weasley twins gave you the worst of it, constantly teasing you about upcoming Valentine's Day, and even teasing you about your lack of date for the dance Hogwarts had during Christmas time.

But hopefully you'd be the one laughing soon enough.

"It's quite cold, isn't it, Theo?" You muttered, rubbing up and down your arms as you stared up at the thick canapy of trees in the Forbidden Forest. Theodore grinned, pulling off his blazer to throw it over your shoulders.

"Are you scared?" He questioned, winking at you, face calm, despite the increasing darkness in the forest. Theodore kept his wand out though, so you did as well, your neck breaking at every crunch of a branch.

"Yes, I'm fucking scared, Theo!" You said, a chill going up your spine, your eyes squinting to avoid the cold wind. Theodore wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side, "but I'm here. I'll protect you." It was rare for him to flirt so openly, so you blushed, a tiny smile overcoming your features as you continued walking in the direction Theo pulled you in.

He pressed a measly kiss to your hairline, casting a quick Lumos spell as the two of your traveled deeper and deeper into the forest, "where are you taking me, Nott?"

"It's a surprise. Besides, we're not missing anything. Draco is being a dick today and Harry and the others are busy doing something for Dumbledore."

"Mhm, you're right. I doubt they'll be anymore Butter Beer by the time we make it to Hogsmeade anyway." "Exactly." Theodore stepped over a large fallen down tree, then he twisted around to assist you, his hands locking onto yours as you stepped across it afterwards.

Your legs were practically shaking from coldness and the skirt you were wearing definetely didn't make it any better.

"Have you done any Christmas shopping lately?" Theodore said, glancing down at you, his cheeks and nose red from the cold and you nodded in response, gripping onto his arm as you stepped down a partically steep set of stone stairs, which led to an abandoned cottage, the roof covered in lichen and tons of wildflowers.

"Tada, do you like it?" Theodore motioned to the cottage, and your eyebrows raised in surprise, "what am I supposed to be looking at?" Theodore's face fell in mock disappointed as he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to the cottage, where a small sign sat in front of the bright red, moss covered door.

On the sign was owner, and under it was your name.

You froze, squinting at the sign in surprise, then turning towards Theodore, your mouth open. You could barely get out a response and Theo laughed to himself, reaching into his pocket to retrieve a small set of iron keys, "I bought it for you."

"You bought this for...me?" You grabbed the keys from his hand, and stuck the main key into the lock, and once the door swung open, candles littered around the cottage flickered on.

It was a small, cozy thing, furnished nicely, with insulated walls and a large fireplace against the wall in the living area. The kitchen was dainty, and housed a stove, sink, oven, and fridge, which Theodore opened to show it full of snacks and drinks.

There was a single bedroom, with a large king sized bed in the center, a wooden dresser, and a bathroom attached.

"You bought a fucking cottage?" You basically screaming spinning around and immediatly attacking Theodore in a suffocating hug, your arms pulled tightly around his neck as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Theodore returned your hug, arms wrapped around your waist, then he placed you back on the ground gently and nodded, "Dumbledore owned it originally, but was selling it. It's warded against spells, intruders, and magical beings, so completely safe even though it’s in the Forbidden Forest.

"I remember you saying you wanted to work at Hogwarts in the future, so I thought this would be the perfect place for you to live."

Theodore continued to shock you with his thouroughness and attentiveness, and you thought it was the most pleasant thing someone had ever done for you.

"You are insane!" Theodore chuckled at your words, following you around the cottage, and once you came upon a small storage closet, he stepped back a bit, an anticipating smile on his face.

Just as you tugged open the door, thousands of specks of glitter and confetti shot out at you, eliciting a loud scream from you. You jumped back as fireworks lit from the closet and little sparks from the fireworks spelt out, "will you be my girlfriend?"

"Theodore...." you said slowly, spinning around, a smile growing on your lips and Theodore returned it, pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

"Yes, I will be your girlfriend."

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ttroubledwaters · 1 year ago

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Ever hear a song someone else is playing and just think "this is so marauders coded" BUT YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING CAUSE HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU GONNA EXPLAIN YOU HAVE CREATED YOUR OWN LITTLE WORLD BASED OFF THE HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE ABOUT HIS DAD AND 3 BEST FRIENDS.

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ameliora-j · 8 months ago

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‧₊˚ piercer!ron weasley x reader ‧₊˚

so anyway this has been on my mind since i got my nipples pierced specifically bc of the way i was moaning like a lil bitch in the piercer’s chair 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

content → piercer!ron, needles, nipple play, voyeurism, slight pain kink, praise, nipple piercings, blood mention, lightheadedness, 18+ BLOG MDNI

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡

you’re anxious as you walk into the shop, but you know you have to do this. it’s been years upon years since you’ve wanted this specific piercing—ever since you turned eighteen to be exact. you called on one of your breaks at work, asking if the tattoo shop did nipple piercings.

the kind lady connected you with the shop’s piercer—who to your surprise was a man with an english accent. after telling you the price, he asks specifically for cash. when you see the exact cash amount in your wallet, you figure it’s a sign. anytime that you plan in advance for any kind of piercing or tattoo, you lose the confidence of going nearly the day of—so it’s now or never.

when you walk in, a girl with bright pink hair looks around to see if anyone was available for a walk in. most of them were half asleep, and you feel bad for waking them up from their naps—but they don’t seem to mind. you’re surprised that they aren’t busy on a saturday evening, but a brunette man with round glasses stands and stumbled to the desk, ready to ask what tattoo you have in mind.

“um… hi… i called earlier um a-about… about nipple piercings” you stammer shyly, unable to hide the blush growing on your cheeks.

he wasn’t overly muscular or large, his small amount of tummy pudge peeking out as he stretched his arms high above his head, revealing more ink lining his torso.

“oh!” the man nods as he turns around and walks towards the back. “ron! piercing” you hear a soft grumble and a deep sigh—not of annoyance, but from just waking up. a tall redheaded man with broad shoulders appears. he has sleeves of tattoos lining his arms and some small tattoos on his hands. there was a small stud piercing beneath his eye, a few tattoos on his face as well.

you feel as though your breath is knocked out of your chest as he smiles at you, a small whine leaving his lips as he finishes his deep stretch. “sorry, i just woke up” he chuckles.

“oh no, don’t worry… i’m surprised you guys aren’t more busy tonight” you say, and he nods in agreement as he grabs the papers.

“i know, i was thinking the same thing” he chuckles, grabbing a pen. “i just need you to initial and sign this paper and then i need your id” he tells you, handing the paper and pen over to him. you nod softly and do as he says, passing over your id and scanning over the paper, initialing each line.

it isn’t long before you’re done and he comes back up to the front, leading you to his small section of the tattoo shop. “go ahead and sit right there” he nods, pointing to the tattoo chair as he looks over his tool tray and all that he has. you sit down in the chair, making yourself comfortable as you take your bag off and adjust yourself.

you learn quickly that ron isn’t much of a talker, but thankfully neither are you. he already has his tray set up, asking you a few quick questions as he moves everything over towards you. “so… obviously i don’t have a privacy curtain, i’m sorry about that” he blushes a bit as he finishes washing his hands. “If you just… bare with me a bit” he chuckles nervously.

he looks around his small station, noting that it’s basically out in the open. he’s a sweet man, you learn quickly, so you smile at him. “that’s alright” you reassure him. you wiggle a bit in the seat, still slightly anxious. “i’ll be fine” you nod, more so assuring yourself than him this time.

“go ‘head and take off your shirt, and then if you can just pull down your bra for me” he nods, turning around towards his desk and getting a little care package ready for when you go—wanting to give you at least some semblance of privacy while undressing.

when he turns back around, his cheeks tint pink as he looks first at your boobs then up at you. “you can just turn and face this way” he nods as he rolls over in the small circle chair. you do as he says and face him just as he turns to his tool tray. though he doesn’t have a privacy curtain, he uses his large body and broad shoulders to cover your breasts from the other piercers and the large windows—there were no other patrons in the shop besides you, so this made you feel incredibly at ease. “have you had your nipples pierced before?” he asks.

“no, never” you shake your head. he notices the tremor in your voice and gives you a little reassuring smile. he can tell you’re anxious, and he’s doing everything he can to ease your nerves. “i just have one rule for all my tattoo artists, piercers, nurses… anyone that comes near my body with a needle” you ramble a bit as you list the different occupations.

he chuckles a bit as he nods, grabbing an alcohol wipe to clean your nipples. “what is it?” he hums.

“don’t count.” you say seriously. “i don’t want 1, 2, 3 or 3, 2, 1… if you count i’ll tell you to stop and just go home” you tell him. ron laughs a bit harder, his orange curls bobbing as he nods in understanding.

“alright, i can do that” he nods. “i’m just gonna clean them, and then i’ll mark them and show you, and after that i’ll do the piercing” he informs you, and you’re nodding along with each thing he says. once you’ve gotten the nitty-gritty out of the way, you keep your head down, watching his arms and his body as he works. “do you have a preference of which one you want me to do first?” he asks.

“no” you shake your head. “just go for it” you giggle a bit, and he smiles at you. ron takes a gloved hand, starting with your left tit and gently pinching your nipple between his fingers. he flicks it a few times, his brows pinching together in focus as he plays with your nipple in order to get it hard. you don’t even notice ron has the needle in his hand until you feel it piercing through the sensitive skin.

you suck in air through your teeth, squeezing your hands into fists as you try, but fail, to bite back a whine. “breathe… breathe, it’s okay” ron whispers softly, inching a bit closer to you. “you can squeeze my shoulder if you need to… you won’t mess me up” he says softly. his movements are slow and deliberate, taking time to not mess up your piercing as he pushes the needle through to the other side.

a moan of pain tumbles past your lips once more as you squeeze his shoulder and grit your teeth. “owowowow” you whine, trying your hardest not to squirm or cringe away in pain.

“i know, i’m sorry” he murmurs softly. “you’re doing so good, we’re almost there” he whispers. just as he says that, you feel the needle poke through the other side, and you let out a sigh of relief. your relief is short lived as he pushes the jewelry through the new hole he just made in your body and another high pitched moan tumbles past your lips. “there we go…” he says softly, gently rubbing your side. “i just have to screw this in and then i’ll move on to the other side” he tells you as he grabs the ball end of the jewelry.

the second one is nowhere near as painful as the first—going in much easier as well. however, it still has you making those pretty little sounds on that are making ron’s cock harden as he wonders what other sounds he can pull from you. “that’s it” he praises gently, nearly having to physically restrain himself from placing a kiss to your delicate skin. “you did so good” he hums, beginning to clean the spilling blood.

“thank you” you smile at him as he finishes up, letting you know you can redress and beginning to clean his station. as you pull your bra back up and grab for your shirt, the room begins to spin. you squeeze your eyes shut and take a deep breath, a small smile gracing your lips as you become slightly loopy. “um… can i lay down for a minute?” you giggle softly.

“yeah of course!” he smiles as he turns to look at you. “are you lightheaded?” he asks, walking over to his mini fridge. when you only hum and nod in response, he hands you a capri sun and a pack of scooby-doo fruit snacks. “here… sugar will help” he tells you. he sits in his chair as you pop open the capri sun, now done cleaning. “eat the fruit snacks. all that sugar will help.” he tells you softly when he notices you only drinking the juice.

you nod lazily, squinting your eyes open as you make a small rip in the package. “yanno usually i’m paid to see my tits, not the other way around… and you didn’t even compliment them” you sigh, your head still spinning a bit as you smile lazily. you bite back a giggle when you imagine the blush that you definitely know is coating his cheeks.

his only response is a chuckle, and you think that’s the end of it until you’re checking out and paying him—now ready to actually stand straight and be able to drive your car. as you hand him the money, he gives you a care package, a cute sticker, aftercare instructions, ointment and alcohol wipes, a lollipop, and a blank card with his name and number. “text me a picture when you have the gauze off so i can make sure they look alright… maybe then i’ll compliment them” he winks slyly.

suddenly, you’re the one blushing as you walk out to your car.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡

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abbystromboli · 6 months ago

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hey! I've asked like 57 other HP fic writers to do this but none of them have done it... PLEZ DONT LET MEH DOWN I LOVED UR FIC ABOUT RON WEASLEY

so how do you think that Hogwarts bis would react to getting in... suggestive positions with you during a game of twister.

specifically I really wanna see the reactions of Draco, Harry, Ron, Theo, and Mattheo

ILYSM

awwweeee Ilysm! the Ron fic is my fav toooooo!!!!!!

How they would react to getting in suggestive poses with you in Twister.

Draco Malfoy.

He was doing amazing at the game, taking out his competition with a few well-aimed kicks, when he heard the fateful words.

"left hand on red"

the only red available is one that props you over him, unfortunately hanging your tits in his face.

he's dumbfounded as you prop yourself there,

He gets so distracted, trying not to lose the whole game and his dignity

he goes tumbling down, and starts yelling about how you interfered and should be eliminated

when Blaise asks how you interfered Draco goes red in the face.

he knows he can't admit that he got a boner mid game.

Harry Potter

Harry was trying his hardest not to fall down laughing at some dumb joke that Ron had made,

”left foot on blue”

you accidentally make eye contact with the already reddened face of the chosen one, as you each realized what that position entails.

You prop yourself up into a position that could only be described as straddling him,

giving yourself a cramp as you try with all your might to hover over him instead of making contact with his groin.

after a few seconds he’ll whisper into your ear.

”I swear to Godrick, I’ll do all of your homework for a week, just. Give. Up.”

ya know... its pretty easy to get a sex slave outta this guy when he starts bargaining like that

Ron Weasley

I see this going one way and one way only.

This time, Ron (just his luck) is the one who gets the unlucky positioning

He has to prop himself In a way that he’s essentially pinning you down

his face goes red as you smirk at him over your shoulder and lightly push your ass up higher to meet his hard on.

he’d try to make himself lose in a classy way,

but he’d end up falling down onto you,

making a scene for all the gryffindors to gawk and tease about for the next few years.

Theodore Nott

My boy Theo is THE DEFINITION of sleek on the streets but a freak in the sheets

The game is going great, competition is dropping like flies, some people are even cheating in order to win.

"right foot on yellow"

You're pinned in a missionary position with Theo (while, of course, Dracos squirming around in the background, being a little bitch and tripping people)

He smiles down at you, this hoe is more comfortable with public spooning than you are, by a long run.

He might whisper sweet nothings in your ear, just to mess up your focus.

"why so tense amore mio?"

That's it. That's the end, game over (for you, at least. He goes on and wins the whole thing, and then makes an apology to you by the only way that seems to get through your thick little skull... fucking)

Mattheo Riddle

If Draco is cheating his way through the game, then I don't even know how to describe what Matthew is doing.

Mattheo should've lost in the first minute of the game.

should've, but luckily for him, his threats tend to come out pretty damn intimidating.

When you get stuck a position where your both lewdly intertwined, of course he tries the same thing with you.

"Give up, I know a wide array of jinxes that'd make your perky little ass shrivel."

Of course, you know he'd never do anything like that to you, so you can't help but giggle

Unfortunately for you, Mattheo doesn't find it funny.

He causes both of you to fall down and lose.

Probably grabs you by the wrist, takes you to his dorm, and makes good on his promise to make your ass shrivel... IN A WAY OTHER THAN JINXES

HOPE YOU LIKED THIS POOKIE! my inboxes are open and if you request something I will 100% write it bc it sparks joy :} ILY GUYS

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klinefelterrible · 5 months ago

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Blaise: you know that I love you, right?

Ron: yes

Ron: to my own surprise, I love you too

Blaise: the surprise is because I am a man, right?

Ron: yes, exactly

Blaise: but otherwise you do love me, right?

Ron: yes I do, I do

Ron: I am surprised that I am in love with a man, that’s all

Blaise: and you want to live with me, right? Together, in a home, both of us?

Ron: of course I do, why do you ask?

Blaise: I am just reassuring myself

Blaise: as a concept of living with another male is still new to me

Ron: you lived in a dormitory with other guys, right?

Blaise: I did, but noone was fucking me like that back then

Ron: like how?

Blaise: like that

Ron: like that how?

Blaise: like each and every time is like the first time

Blaise: angry, mad, deeply sensual, so energetic, irrational and mind blowing

Ron: I do fuck like that

Ron: if I want to come, it must be hard and if possible, kinky

Blaise: this is so hot

Ron: what is?

Blaise: that you want to fuck me like that

Ron: I do want to fuck you like that

Blaise: tell me that you love me and you can have me right here, right now

Ron: and if I don’t say that, I can’t?

Blaise: will you treat me like a cheap whore instead?

Ron: a whore who is good only for bending over for anyone and she’s not so tight anymore?

Blaise: ass so loose you need to pound it very hard in order to feel anything…

Ron: are you such a whore?

Blaise: it’s a paradox

Ron: what is?

Blaise: simultaneously I am a cheap whore with gaping asshole that barely can make you cum, and a sweet chocolate ass that you first want to eat, then mindlessly and lovingly invade with your enormous dick

Ron: I see no paradox here as we are neither here nor there

Ron: now bend over, slut

Ron: daddy’s gonna put his seed into your sweet, teen virgin ass

Blaise: OOOH

Blaise: something new!

Ron: you will come here every day after school until you’re so full of cum you turn white

Blaise: this is awkward but go on

Ron: awkward weird or awkward hot?

Blaise: still deciding

Blaise: shall I use some skin-lightening ointment for this fantasy? Every next time a little more?

Ron: yes please

Ron: and wear the knee high white socks and a schoolgirl uniform

Blaise: like a robe?

Ron: like a Muggle schoolgirl’s uniform

Ron: a tartan miniskirt with a white blouse

Blaise: damn it Ronald you’re so kinky

Blaise: I love it

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godricgryffinsnore · 28 days ago

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Whispers In The Library ♡ : A Romione Fan Fiction.

pairing : Ron Weasley x Hermoine Granger

summary : On a quiet evening in the Gryffindor common room, Ron and Hermione find themselves caught in the warmth of their growing feelings. What starts as a playful moment turns into a confession that changes everything. As they navigate their newfound love, an intimate night in the Hogwarts library cements their bond, turning years of friendship into something deeper. But with the weight of the wizarding world on their shoulders, can their love withstand the trials ahead?

warnings : Mature content (explicit sexual themes), Canon divergence, Fluff, Friends-to-lovers, Hogwarts setting, 18+ Minors DNI. Please let me know if I missed any.

author's note : English is not my first language, so please forgive me for any grammatical errors or spelling errors. Re-blogging is completely fine with me, but please don't copy my work. I love you all. Enjoy <3.

Word Count : 3k

main master list <3

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"Ron, you've got dirt on your nose," she said, her laughter bubbling up as she playfully swiped at his face with her wand.

Ron Weasley, the red-haired Gryffindor with a heart as fiery as his hair, looked at her with mock annoyance, his blue eyes twinkling with mirth. "Thanks for pointing that out, Hermione," he replied, swiping his nose with the back of his hand and smearing the dirt even more.

It was a typical afternoon in the Gryffindor common room, where the warmth of the crackling fireplace was the only thing that could challenge the warmth of their friendship. She sat across from him, her legs tucked under her as she poured over a thick book titled "The Intricacies of Charms and Their Applications". It was the kind of book that could put anyone else to sleep, but for her, it was a treasure trove of knowledge waiting to be discovered. Ron, on the other hand, had his Quidditch magazine sprawled out, studying the latest match stats as if they were ancient runes.

The common room was bustling with the low hum of chatter and the occasional roar of laughter. The soft light of the setting sun painted the room in a warm glow, casting long shadows across the floor and making the dust motes dance in the air like tiny stars. The scent of butterbeer and roasting chestnuts wafted over from the kitchen, mingling with the musty aroma of old books and parchment.

As the hours ticked by, the pile of parchment between them grew, filled with scribbled notes and the occasional doodle of a Quidditch player. They were so engrossed in their studies, or rather, their avoidance of them, that they barely noticed the time passing. The light grew dimmer, the shadows stretched longer, and the room quieter as their fellow students trickled out for dinner.

Ron looked up from his magazine, his stomach rumbling loudly. "I guess we should head to the Great Hall," he said, rolling up the parchment and tucking it into his bag.

"In a minute," she replied, her eyes glued to the book. "I just want to finish this chapter."

He leaned back in his chair, watching her with a fond smile. Her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail, a few strands escaping to frame her face. The way the light hit her glasses made them sparkle like the stars he knew she was destined to reach.

It was then that he felt it, the subtle shift in the air, the sudden awareness that had been growing in the pit of his stomach. He had always known she was brilliant, beautiful, and kind, but now he couldn't ignore the way his heart raced whenever she was near. The way his palms grew damp and his throat tight when he thought about her.

"Hermione," he began, his voice low and tentative. She looked up from her book, her eyes meeting his. "There's something I've wanted to tell you for a while now."

Her expression was a mix of surprise and curiosity. "What is it?"

Ron took a deep breath, his heart pounding like the hooves of a stampeding centaur. "I think… I think I'm in love with you," he blurted out, the words sounding both strange and right at the same time.

The room seemed to hold its breath, the crackling of the fire and the distant chime of the dinner bell the only sounds breaking the silence. Her eyes searched his, looking for a sign that he was joking, but all she saw was earnestness.

"Ron," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I… I feel the same way."

The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, the weight of their confession thick and palpable. The warmth of the room seemed to intensify, and the dust motes danced faster, as if celebrating the revelation.

Without another word, he reached out and took her hand, the touch sending a jolt through both of them. It was a simple gesture, one that had happened countless times before, but now it felt different. It felt like the first step into a world they had both been too afraid to explore.

They sat there, holding hands, as the shadows grew and the stars outside began to twinkle through the windows. The realization of their feelings didn't change the fabric of the universe, but it did shift the landscape of their friendship, turning it into something more profound and complex.

"I've felt this way for a while," she admitted, her voice shaking slightly. "But I didn't know how to say it without ruining what we have."

Ron squeezed her hand gently. "We're still us, Hermione," he reassured her. "Just a bit more… complicated, I guess."

Her smile was small but genuine, and she nodded. They stood up together, the book forgotten on the floor, and made their way to the Great Hall. The corridors were mostly empty now, the portraits on the walls whispering to each other as they passed. The sound of their footsteps echoed through the hallowed halls, punctuated by the occasional squeak of a floorboard .

In the Great Hall, the house-elves were setting up the last of the dinner tables. The smell of roast chicken and steaming vegetables filled the air, making their stomachs growl in unison. They took their usual seats beside Harry and the rest of their friends, but the energy between them had changed. They talked and laughed as they always did, but there was a newfound electricity that made their skin tingle whenever their arms brushed against each other.

The meal passed in a blur of hushed whispers and secret smiles, their eyes meeting frequently across the table. Harry looked at them quizzically but said nothing, sensing that something significant had happened between his two best friends. The tension grew, a delicious coil of anticipation, as the plates were cleared and the desserts brought out.

After dinner, they lingered by the fireplace, their hands finding each other again as they watched the embers die down. It was quieter now, the castle settling into the night's embrace. The warmth of the flames licked at their faces, casting a soft glow over their features.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" Ron asked, his voice low and hopeful.

Hermione nodded, her heart racing. They slipped out of the common room, their footsteps muffled by the thick carpets, and into the quiet corridor. The castle was almost eerie in its stillness, the portraits' eyes following them as they passed.

As they wandered through the hallowed halls, their conversation flowed easily, weaving in and out of topics both mundane and profound. It was as if a dam had broken, and the words they had held back for so long were rushing out, filling the spaces between them with a newfound intimacy.

They ended up in a secluded corner, surrounded by dusty bookshelves that stretched up to the high ceiling. The moonlight streamed in through a stained-glass window, casting a mosaic of colors on the stone floor. It was here, in the quiet sanctity of the library, that Ron leaned in and kissed her for the first time.

The kiss was soft, tentative, as if he was afraid she would vanish if he pushed too hard. But she didn't. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, her lips moving against his in a silent declaration of love and trust. The books around them whispered of ancient spells and heroic deeds, but the most potent magic of all was the connection that had formed between two people who had been destined to be together all along.

They broke apart, both breathless and grinning. "I've wanted to do that for ages," Ron murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

Hermione's eyes searched his, finding the same love and wonder reflected back at her. "Me too," she whispered.

They stood there, in the quiet of the library, the future stretching out before them like an unexplored map. They knew there would be challenges, that the path ahead was not without its perils, but together, they felt ready to face anything.

And as the clock chimed the witching hour, they leaned in for another kiss, sealing their fate as more than just best friends. The castle remained still, a silent witness to the birth of a love that would stand the test of time and dark magic. It was the start of something beautiful, something that would change their lives forever.

Their kiss grew more urgent, more demanding, as if they were trying to absorb each other's very essence. Ron's hand found its way to her waist, pulling her closer, while hers tangled in his hair. The warmth of his touch sent a thrill down her spine, making her want to melt into him.

As they kissed, they explored each other's bodies with gentle, curious hands, discovering the contours and curves that had been hidden beneath robes for too long. His hand slid up her back, eliciting a soft gasp from her as she arched into his touch. Her own hands roamed, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, the rapid beating of his heart.

Their breaths grew ragged, mingling together in the cool library air. The dusty books on the shelves seemed to lean in closer, whispering ancient secrets of love and passion that echoed in their ears. They didn't need to speak; their bodies communicated in a language that was centuries old.

Ron's hands found the hem of her shirt, slipping underneath to trace the soft skin of her stomach. She shivered, her own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his chest. The world outside the library faded away, leaving only the two of them and the magic that pulsed between them.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, as the tension built. The quiet whispers of the books grew louder, the air thickening with the promise of something more. They stumbled backward, knocking into a bookshelf, and the tomes tumbled down around them, the sound lost in the crescendo of their passion.

On the floor, surrounded by the scent of old parchment and the glow of the moon, they discovered each other in a way they never had before. It was a dance of exploration and revelation, each touch a silent confession of feelings that had been buried for so long.

Ron's hand slid up her thigh, the fabric of her skirt whispering against her skin as he reached for the warmth between her legs. Hermione's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she bit her bottom lip. He paused, looking for permission in her eyes, and found it in the way she leaned into his touch.

Her own hands were busy unbuckling his belt, the sound of it unclasping echoing through the deserted library. He groaned into her mouth as she wrapped her hand around him, feeling his arousal, his need for her. It was a heady feeling, one that made her heart race and her pulse throb.

They kissed and touched, each caress bringing them closer to the precipice. Clothes fell away, leaving them in only their undergarments, the fabric a flimsy barrier to the heat of their bodies. Ron's hands were everywhere, leaving a trail of fire across her skin, and she returned the favor, eager to feel every inch of him.

The tension grew, a tight coil ready to snap, until it did. With a final, desperate kiss, they gave in to their desires, their bodies joining in a symphony of love and passion that seemed to shake the very foundations of Hogwarts itself.

In that moment, as they lay entwined on the cold stone floor, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the two of them, lost in each other's arms, discovering the beauty and power of a love that had been brewing for years. It was the start of a new chapter in their story, one that would be filled with joy, pain, and the magic that only true love can bring.

Ron's touch grew bolder, his fingers tracing the line of her panties, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her hips rising to meet his touch. The fabric was damp with her arousal, and the sound of it against her skin was like a siren's call, urging him on. He slid a finger under the elastic, feeling the heat of her desire, and she shivered, her legs parting wider.

Her hand found his boxers, and she gripped him firmly, feeling him pulse in her grasp. His breath hitched, his hips jerking as she began to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. He kissed her harder, his hand sliding up to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts to his eager touch. The feel of her soft skin against his palm was like nothing he had ever experienced before.

They moved together, a dance as old as time itself. Each touch, each kiss, brought them closer to the edge. Their hearts pounded in unison, their breaths mingling as they gasped for air. The library had become their sanctuary, their playground, a place where they could be free to explore the depths of their love without fear of judgment or interruption.

With a final, desperate pull, Ron removed her panties, his thumb brushing over her clit as he did so. Hermione's back arched, a keening sound escaping her lips. He stared at her, his eyes dark with need, and she could see the same desperation in his own. They both knew what was coming next, and the anticipation was almost unbearable.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of him nudging against her, seeking entry. Hermione's eyes went wide, a mix of fear and excitement. This was it, the moment they had both been dreaming of for so long. Ron took a deep breath, his hand trembling as it held her hip.

"Ready?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Hermione nodded, her own hand reaching down to guide him to her. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm ready."

With a gentle push, he entered her, filling her completely. They both gasped, the sensation overwhelming and perfect. It was a moment of pure connection, a joining of bodies and souls that went beyond the physical. The books around them seemed to sigh with approval as they became one, moving together in a rhythm that was as natural as breathing.

Their love was raw and unfiltered, a force that seemed to pulse through the very air around them. The moonlight bathed them in its silvery glow, casting shadows across their tangled limbs as they found their rhythm. The world outside the library faded away, leaving only the sound of their passionate cries and the beating of their hearts.

They made love slowly, savoring every moment, every sensation. It was as if they were writing their names into the very fabric of the universe, leaving a mark that could never be erased. Their movements grew more frantic, more urgent, as they climbed higher and higher. The tension built, coiling tighter and tighter, until it was all they could do to hang on.

And then it broke, the dam of their pent-up desire shattering into a million pieces. They came together, their cries echoing off the ancient stone walls, their bodies shaking with the force of their release. The library was their witness, the books their silent cheerleaders as they found their place in the grand tapestry of love.

As they lay there, panting and entwined, the reality of what had just happened settled over them. They had crossed a line, one that could never be uncrossed. But in that moment, all they could feel was joy. They had found something pure and beautiful, a love that was worth fighting for.

And fight they would, against the dark forces that threatened to tear them apart. Because now, more than ever, they had something to lose, something to hold onto. They had each other, and together, they were unstoppable.

Their future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: they were no longer just best friends. They were lovers, bound by a bond stronger than any spell, a bond that would face the darkest of challenges and emerge victorious. For in the end, love always finds a way, even in the most unexpected of places.

Ron pulled out of her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. Hermione felt a sense of loss as he broke the intimate connection, but it was quickly replaced by a warmth that spread through her body, a warmth that had nothing to do with the magical fireplace. She reached up, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned into her touch, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm.

They lay there for a moment, their breathing evening out, their hearts still racing. The library was a cocoon of warmth and quiet, the only sounds their own breaths and the occasional flicker of the fire. It was as if the world had stopped turning, that all of time had paused just for them.

Hermione looked up at Ron, her gaze filled with wonder. He was still her best friend, but now, he was so much more. He was the boy who had seen her at her worst and still loved her, the boy who had fought beside her through battles and trials. He was the one who had made her laugh when she thought she'd forgotten how, the one who had held her hand when she was scared. And now, he was the man who had claimed her heart and her body, the one who had given her a love that was fiercer than any dragon fire.

They dressed quickly, their movements awkward and shy, but filled with a newfound sense of urgency. They knew that they had to get back to the common room before they were missed, but they couldn't help stealing glances at each other, as if trying to memorize every line and curve of the other's body. It was a secret they would keep, a secret that would only make their love burn brighter.

As they stepped out of the library, the cold air of the corridor was a stark contrast to the heat of their hidden sanctuary. They held hands, their fingers interlaced, the warmth of their skin a stark reminder of what they had shared. They walked in silence, their hearts too full of words to speak them, their minds racing with thoughts and feelings that were too big to fit into the confines of speech.

Their relationship had taken a new turn, one that was both thrilling and terrifying. But as they climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor Tower, their steps in sync, they knew that they would face whatever came their way together. For they were more than just friends now; they were each other's home, a place of love and safety in the chaos of the world.

And no matter what the future held, they would always find their way back to each other.

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addictiontohp · 7 months ago

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Hermione: you often use humor to deflect your trauma.

Ron: thank you.

Hermione: I didn't say that was a good thing.

Ron: what I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny.

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stanzo75 · 3 months ago

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im low-key down bad ASF for Ron Weasley and I've been stuck in bed sick as hell for the past few days so PLEASE send in your favorite Ron Weasley fic series, or angst, or smut because I need more to read😇🙏

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rainydayathogwarts · 4 months ago

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can i request ron weasley x reader where they have noooooo shame about pda? like they’d be in the common room making out & basically dry humping & they’re not even embarrassed or thinking about moving until their friends tell them to get a room!🎀🤭

Shameless - Ron Weasley

wc: 777!!!

The aftermath of the post-game party is nearly more hectic than the party itself. Some people are recovering from their intoxicated state, and there’s more than a few people asleep on stray couches in the common room. A couple of friend groups, including yours, are sat around a table, beers in hand whilst playing silly games of truth or dare, or even spilling secrets without the need of being asked. You stand with your boyfriend in the corner of the room, leaning against his chest and inhaling his scent, feeling the thump of his heart against his chest. Ron presses slow kisses in the crook of your neck, and you peacefully sip your drink, staring at your friends who can’t help but giggle a little bit too loudly.

You smile, shutting your eyes softly when Ron’s teeth graze against the soft skin of your neck, arms trailing upwards to rest against Ron’s rather muscular ones wrapped around your waist. You pull away from Ron’s loving kisses, spinning in his arms to stand chest-to-chest with him. Ron doesn’t waste time before leaning down and chastely kissing you, before pulling away to look deeply into your eyes, hands leaving your torso to hold yours.

When Ron drags you over to the single-person armchair in front of the fireplace near your friends, you don’t think to push him away, instead happily sitting on his lap and throwing your arms over his shoulders. Ron’s arms are tight around your body, and he’s instantly pressing fluttering kisses on your neck again, causing a surprised giggle to bubble in your chest. You push Ron away from you by his chest, leaning forward to connect your lips to his when he finally disconnects from your neck. One of Ron’s large hands comes up to cup your cheek, his other hand resting on your thigh, just underneath the hem of your skirt.

You shift on Ron’s lap, moving your legs in the limited space you have to turn your whole body around to straddle Ron’s thighs. He makes a strangled noise, which is swallowed by your kiss, both his hands tightly gripping your hips and pushing them down against his. Gasping into the kiss, you strew your hands in Ron’s hair in an attempt to be brought impossibly closer to him.

Neither of you have had much time together between study sessions for your different subjects and Ron’s quidditch practice, so you made the most of any spare minutes together. Yes, even if it was at an afterparty with all your friends around. Ron’s fingers dig into your sides so hard you’re sure the top you’re wearing is creased, but in that moment nothing matters apart from the way your boyfriend’s lips are moving against yours.

On the other side of the fireplace, your friends are relentlessly teasing you but you can’t hear a word of their mock complaints. Seamus spins a bottle that just so happens to land on Hermione, who chooses ‘dare’ — she’s already revealed too much tonight. Her eyes go wide as she hears his dare, but the shot of vodka sitting on the table as a forfeit looks too atrocious. Hermione did not want to throw up tonight. She attempts to complain, but Harry and even Neville both think it’s too amusing. Hermione stands, and with one last look at everyone waiting in anticipation, she approaches you and Ron.

Once Hermione’s close enough to you two to see all the gross details of you making out, and the nearly invisible movement of your hips against Ron’s, she finally fulfils her dare. Her fingers dig into your sides in a tickle and she runs back to the group as you jump away from Ron with a shriek so loud someone on the other side of the room wakes up with a groan. Ron is clearly shocked, looking up at where you ended up standing, his palms up in a confused gesture. Your jaw is slack, mouth opened wide in shock as you turn to look at your group of friends, all sat down on the floor and leaning on each other while laughing at your dramatic response to Hermione’s dare.

“What was that?” You screech, ignoring Ron as he stands up, wrapping his arms around you in comfort. “Um, a sign to get a room!” Responded Harry mid laugh, gripping his abdomen. Ron hummed, muttering a “Well, never a bad idea.” Before guiding you towards the staircase leading to the boys dormitories.

“No, not our dorm! I want to sleep tonight Ron!” Yelled Seamus hopelessly, sighing and reaching for the shot of vodka on the table to finally accept his fate.

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rottenherbs · 22 days ago

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The Line Between Anger and Affection

Pairings: R.W x Reader Tags: Enemies to Lovers / Second Chances / Detention / Hurt-Comfort / Angst Summary: y/n and Ron Weasley navigate years of tension and unresolved feelings, culminating in a heartfelt confession that leads them to confront the love they've both been too afraid to acknowledge W/C: 3.4k A/N: scrumptious. Both y/n and Ron are assholes but...assholes fit for each other <3 [masterlist] Much love, Saige

The Hogwarts corridor was as chaotic as ever, students rushing from one class to the next, their laughter and chatter echoing off the stone walls. But for you, everything was drowned out by one singular thing—Ron Weasley.

You had always fought with him. It started small, back when you first met in first year, little jabs here and there. It had never really bothered you at the time. But as the years went on, you found yourself clashing with him more and more. He was impulsive, brash, and at times, downright annoying. And yet… there was something about him that you couldn’t shake. Something that pulled at you, even though you did everything you could to push it down.

It wasn’t love—not yet. No, it was more like a slow-burning frustration that grew every time you saw him. Every time he made that cocky smirk or those wide, innocent eyes fluttered in your direction. The way he’d defend his friends, even when they didn’t need it. The way he’d always show up for you, even when you didn’t ask him to.

And for some strange reason, that only seemed to make you angrier.

but today… Today was different.

You’d been in the same classroom for what felt like an eternity, your quill scratching across parchment as you tried to focus on the lesson. Ron was across from you, making faces at Harry, who was trying to ignore him. Every now and then, Ron would glance in your direction, his eyes lingering just a second too long.

“Can you just shut up for once?” you snapped, your voice low yet harsh, cutting through the silence.

“Why don't you shut up for once?” Ron whispers in retort, resulting in Harry smacking him across the arm in disapproval.

“I can't focus with you making a joke of this class.” You huff, turning your back and attempting to focus on the work in front of you.

“Maybe if you found a way to remove that stick up your ass-” Ron whispered to himself, unknowingly loud enough for Professor Mcgonagall to hear.

“Both of you! Cease this bickering and interruptions - detention tonight at seven.” She spoke loudly, projecting her voice loudly across the room resulting in all the students turning to face you both.

“Profess-” Ron protested, resting his head in his hands in defeat.

“I don't want to hear it. Another peep from you Mr.Weasley and make it the weekend as well.” Professor Mcgonagall turned on her hell and began to patrol the classroom once more.

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The dungeon-like classroom was eerily silent, save for the soft scratch of quills against parchment and the occasional flicker of candlelight. It was the kind of silence that always seemed to press down on you, making every second drag on forever. And yet, despite the overwhelming quiet, there was no escaping the tension.

You were stuck in detention with Ron Weasley. Of all people.

You had barely even noticed how the argument had escalated. One minute, you were simply disagreeing over a trivial point in class. The next, your words were sharp, laced with frustration and bitterness. As usual, Ron’s stubbornness and tendency to speak without thinking had pushed all your buttons, and you had lashed out. Before you knew it, Professor McGonagall had sent you both to detention with a stern warning to work in silence.

You sat at one end of the long wooden table, your quill poised but unmoving, staring at the pile of unfinished essays in front of you. Ron sat across from you, doing the same. The two of you hadn’t said a word since you’d entered, but it didn’t take much to feel the charged atmosphere between you. The anger was still there, simmering just below the surface.

You hated this. Hated the way he made your blood boil, hated how every little thing about him seemed to rub you the wrong way. But as you sat there, quietly fuming, it was hard to ignore the truth: you couldn’t stand him… and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. And the longer you stayed in his presence, the more that frustration built inside of you.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you couldn't take it any longer.

You slammed your quill down onto the desk with a sharp thunk, the sudden noise breaking the oppressive silence. Your breath hitched as you fought to keep your emotions in check. There was no way you could focus on your essay, not with Ron across from you, his presence a constant, maddening reminder of everything that was wrong between the two of you.

Ron didn’t even flinch at the noise. He simply stared at his parchment, scribbling furiously as though the words on the page were the only things keeping him from saying something. Anything. But he remained silent, his jaw set in that stubborn way of his, and you hated him for it. It felt like he was purposefully ignoring you—purposefully pretending that the words you had exchanged earlier meant nothing at all.

It was maddening.

“Why are we even here?” you finally muttered, your voice low but full of irritation.

Ron’s eyes flicked up for a brief moment before he let out a quiet sigh. “Don’t expect me to answer that,” he muttered, his tone cold, like he was putting up a wall. “I’m sure it was your brilliant idea to shout at me in class.”

“Oh, please,” you retorted, not missing a beat. “You never know when to shut up. It’s always your brilliant ideas that get us into trouble.”

Ron rolled his eyes, his fingers tightening around his quill. “At least I’m not the one throwing a tantrum every time I don’t get my way.”

The sarcasm in his voice made your blood boil. The way he said it—like you were the one overreacting—like you were the one to blame for the mess that had been made in class. It felt like a direct hit.

You leaned forward on the desk, your eyes flashing with barely contained anger. “You make me so angry, I can’t even stand to look at you,” you bit out, your voice shaking with the effort to keep control.

Ron’s face hardened, but he didn’t respond. He just stared at you, his lips pressed into a thin line. There was a moment where it seemed like he was going to say something, but then he closed his mouth and turned his gaze back to his essay, as if you didn’t exist.

A hot rush of frustration surged through you. You hated the way he could just shut everything down so easily. He’d never let you say what you needed to, never let you get close enough to make sense of whatever was going on between you two.

You both remained in silence for the next few minutes, a thick tension hanging in the air, until Professor McGonagall’s voice cut through the stillness like a sharp blade.

“You two will clean the Transfiguration classroom before you leave,” she said briskly, her gaze sweeping over both of you. “And I expect it to be done properly. No more bickering. Understood?”

Neither of you responded, but the silence was enough of an answer. With a stiff nod, McGonagall turned and left the room, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

You stared at Ron, and he stared right back at you, both of you caught in a heavy moment of defiance. You were so furious, you could barely see straight. Cleaning the classroom together? It felt like the last thing you wanted to do with him. You’d rather do anything else than be stuck in a room with Ron, scrubbing floors in silence, letting the resentment simmer until you both explode again.

With a huff, you stood up and walked toward the cleaning supplies in the corner of the room. “I’ll take the mopping,” you muttered, not looking at him as you grabbed a bucket and a mop. “You can deal with the desks.”

Ron stood up, but he didn’t speak. He walked to the other side of the room, grabbing a rag and a bottle of cleaning solution with the same stiff, silent anger that you felt. He looked so determined to stay as far away from you as possible that it almost made you laugh.

But you didn’t.

You both worked in silence, the clatter of the mop against the stone floor the only sound in the room. Every now and then, your eyes would flick to Ron—watching him scrub the desks with the same intensity he used to play Wizard’s Chess. His brow furrowed, his ginger hair falling into his eyes, the usual cocky look gone. He looked… human.

And it pissed you off even more.

Every time you caught his eye, you quickly looked away, focusing instead on the dirty floor beneath your feet. The anger from earlier was still there, simmering, thick and heavy. You wanted to scream, to shout, to yell at him for all the stupid things he’d said. You wanted to ask why he always had to make everything so difficult. But you didn’t.

You couldn’t.

The minutes dragged on, the tension between you only growing stronger as you both tried to act as if the other didn’t matter. But every step you took, every swipe of the mop, seemed to bring you closer to that explosive moment from earlier. You could feel it just beneath the surface.

Eventually, the silence was broken—by none other than Ron.

“You’re stubborn,” he muttered, his voice low but sharp. His rag was still in his hand, and his face was flushed, though whether from the effort of cleaning or the argument, you couldn’t tell.

You froze. You didn’t want to hear it. You didn’t want to hear any more of his accusations.

“I’m stubborn?” you repeated, a bitter laugh escaping you. “Says the guy who refuses to see any other point of view.”

“I see your point of view just fine,” Ron snapped, his gaze flickering to you. “But you make everything into a battle, Y/n. You make me feel like I’m the enemy all the time. It’s like you don’t even want to get along.”

Your heart hammered in your chest as you set the mop down, turning to face him fully. “I don’t want to get along?” you said, your voice rising with the anger that had been boiling over all night. “You’re the one who can’t keep your mouth shut! You’re the one who always makes things worse! Do you even care how I feel?”

Ron’s face faltered for a split second, but then his features hardened once more. He crossed his arms. “I don’t know, do you care how I feel?” he retorted. “You think I want to keep arguing with you? You think I like feeling like this?”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. “I didn’t ask for any of this, Ron. But you—” You stopped yourself, unable to finish the sentence. What was the point? What was the point in saying anything?

Ron looked like he was about to say something else, but instead, he just exhaled sharply and dropped the rag back into the bucket. “We’re wasting our time,” he muttered, turning back to finish cleaning the desks.

You stood there for a moment, your mind racing. You wanted to scream, to cry, to ask him why—why did everything have to be so hard? But instead, you turned back to the floor, your mop swishing across the stone, each movement mechanical and empty.

You stood there in the silence, the tension thick and suffocating. You could feel Ron’s presence across the room, the way his movements were stiff, almost too controlled, as he wiped down the last desk. You tried to focus on your task, pushing the mop back and forth, but the words you had been holding in for so long, the ones that had been aching inside of you, suddenly bubbled to the surface.

"You make me so angry I want to scream, and I love you so much it almost tears me apart."

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable, reverberating around the classroom like an incantation that neither of you had the power to undo. You had barely even processed what you’d said before the weight of it crashed over you, your heart pounding in your chest, blood rushing in your ears. You couldn't differentiate the anger from your intimate emotions, fighting to understand them as you cleaned.

Ron’s rag fell to the desk with a soft thud. He stood frozen for a moment, his expression unreadable, eyes locked on you, his mouth parted as if he couldn’t quite form words. You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t—because if you did, if you saw the expression on his face, you might crumble right then and there.

You took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself, but your hands were shaking, the mop handle trembling beneath your grip. "I didn’t mean—"

"You love me?" Ron’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it felt like the words cut through you like a knife.

Your breath caught in your throat. This was it. The moment everything would shift. You had laid it all out in the open, exposed your heart in the rawest way possible, and now it felt like your entire world was about to come crashing down.

"I... I didn’t mean to say it like that," you stammered, your mind scrambling for a way to take it all back. But you couldn’t. Not now. Not after everything. "It’s just... you drive me crazy, Ron. You frustrate me in ways I never thought possible, and it hurts. It really does. But I... I can’t stop caring. I don’t know how."

Ron’s gaze softened, his eyes searching yours, trying to make sense of the storm that had just been unleashed. His chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. For a moment, there was only the sound of the soft flicker of the candles and the distant hum of the castle, but it felt like the room was closing in on you both.

"You’ve always been... there," you continued, your voice breaking. "And every time we fight, or I get angry, or we’re at odds, it’s like I can’t breathe. I can’t focus on anything else because all I think about is how much you make me feel. How much I need you, Ron."

A tense silence followed, and just when you thought you might suffocate under the weight of it, Ron stepped forward. His gaze dropped briefly to the floor before he looked back up, his face filled with a mixture of uncertainty and something softer—something you weren’t sure you were ready to name.

Ron ran a hand through his messy hair, his eyes avoiding yours for a moment as if the weight of his confession was too much to carry. “After third year,” he began, his voice rough, “everything changed. I started feeling… things for you. And not just the usual ‘you’re my best mate’ kind of feelings, but more—like, in a way I couldn’t explain or handle. And instead of just dealing with it, instead of talking to you like I should’ve, I got scared. So I pushed you away. I acted like a complete prat, like I didn’t care, because I thought if I made it seem like I didn’t care, maybe I wouldn’t have to face it. I was an idiot, Y/n. I didn’t know how to tell you, or even if I should, and I didn’t want to risk losing what we had. So, I just ruined everything instead." His voice faltered, his gaze finally meeting yours with a mix of guilt and regret. "I’m sorry."

You both stood in the classroom across from each other, a longing pain connecting you in silence. You didn't dare say a word, Ron’s revelation shocked you deeply.

“But you’re right—I make you angry, I make everything complicated. But I don't know how to stop it. I don’t know how to fix what we’ve broken."

You felt your heart ache as his words echoed in the room. It was the same self-doubt that had plagued him for years—the fear of losing you, of not being enough. But this time, you didn’t want to run from it. You didn’t want to hide behind walls you had built over the years. You wanted to be honest. For the first time, truly honest.

“I don’t think we’re broken, Ron,” you whispered, your voice steady now, despite the storm raging inside of you. “I think we’ve just... been afraid of what’s always been between us. All this time, we’ve been walking around in circles, too scared to admit it, too scared to let it out. But I can’t keep pretending anymore. I can’t keep pretending that you don’t mean everything to me. Because you do.”

Ron’s expression softened, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly, but his eyes remained focused on you. His brow furrowed with the faintest hint of a question, like he was trying to piece things together. “But why? Why now? Why after all this time?”

You swallowed hard, willing yourself to stay strong, to not look away. “Because it hurts. It's so annoying to fight with you.It's not just some fleeting feeling. It’s… everything. It’s you.”

There it was again—the silence. It was heavy and thick, wrapping around both of you, suffocating and beautiful all at once. You were standing there, laid bare before him, your emotions spilling out, and there was no turning back.

Ron took another step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, searching. “I didn’t want to make you feel that way," he said, his voice a little hoarse now, the vulnerability seeping through his usual bravado. "I thought I was doing the right thing, pushing you away, acting like a git, like everything between us was just... normal. But it wasn’t normal. It was never normal.”

You nodded, feeling a lump form in your throat. “I know. But Ron, it’s been so hard. I’ve been so angry, and I couldn’t figure out why. But I think... I think it’s because I wanted you. I wanted us—I just didn’t know how to make it happen. And it terrified me. It still does.”

Ron was standing right in front of you now, his chest close enough that you could feel his warmth, the scent of him—the familiar, comforting smell of his shampoo mixed with something uniquely Ron. He seemed unsure, uncertain, but there was something in the way he looked at you now that made your chest tighten.

"I don't know what to do with any of this," he admitted, his voice barely above a breath. "I was scared too. Scared of losing you, scared of messing things up… scared that you'd never look at me the same way again."

You took a step forward, closing the space between you. “We can't push this away anymore.”

He stared at you, his eyes searching yours like he was trying to figure out if this was real. “And if I don’t know how to... how to do this? How to... us?”

You placed your hand gently on his arm, feeling the steady pulse of his heartbeat under your fingertips. “We’ll figure it out. Together. We don’t have to have all the answers right now. But we can start by not pretending anymore, not hiding behind all the things we’ve been afraid of.”

Ron’s lips parted, his eyes glimmering with something tender and hesitant, but there was no anger now, no distance. Just raw honesty.

The breath you had been holding escaped in a slow exhale as you took another step closer, your heart racing. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything inside you seemed to settle, like the storm had passed and the calm was finally here. You were standing there, in front of him, not pretending, not hiding, just... being.

“I want that,” you whispered, barely able to breathe with the hope that now swirled around you both.

And without another word, Ron gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch warm and tender, and you didn’t pull away. Instead, you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the moment. He leaned in, his lips brushing yours softly, hesitantly, as if testing the waters, before pulling back slightly.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” he murmured against your lips.

You smiled, a small, genuine smile that reached your eyes. “Neither do I.”

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was peace between you two.

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lumosflairr · 2 months ago

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im begging for ron smut!! pls anything like brothers best friend ron fcking harry‘s little sister (of age ofc) while everyone’s in the house (weasley house)🤭

omg yes. your wish is my command bc i absolutely love this. Im sorry for such a late response btw!!

Best friend’s little sister.

this story contains smut. if you are uncomfortable with reading smut do not continue reading this whole story. Thank you!!

He shouldn’t feel this way about you.

No, he couldnt..

but oh, it felt so good.

Ever since last school year, Ron had noticed changes in you. How you’ve grown taller, your hair was now longer, and you were now more mature. But, he noticed other things to. The way your uniform hugs your figure just right, the way your chest had grown, and the way you have grown so perfectly.

He knew it was wrong. Looking at you the way he does, practically fantasizing about you. He knew it was horrible in fact, because you are his best friend’s little sister.

Every time you would come to sit with the Golden trio in the common room, in the Great hall, or simply anywhere, he could barely speak. Merlin knows he’s always thought you were fit, but this year? All the thinking that he’s doing is with his dick.

Now that it’s summer break, you were there with the Golden trio and the Weasley family in their household. Fred and George had been talking about going down to a river they found while exploring. You all agreed to go by later that evening after lunch and go swim.

As you sat at the Weasley dinner table eating the sandwiches Molly had made, You and Ron were say beside one another with harry across from the two of you. Hermione was beside Harry, and Ginny was on the other side of Harry while the twins were beside Hermione. You all listened into Fred and George talk about the time they knicked the Marauders map from Filch during their first year.

“Well what did you do after that?” You asked, laughing after hearing their escape plan from detention. “We made a bloody run for it of course!” George chipped in, taking a drink of his juice. “Whenever we came to the conclusion on what is was, we knew we could cause some wicked pranks with it!” Fred said, his smile not faltering. “But like we told Harry and you, your needs were greater than ours.” George said almost immediately after Fred, Merlin these two were so in sync.

“Yeah, don’t think I’ll ever forget Lupin and Snape catching me with it. It was quite funny whenever it told him to keep his abnormally large nose out of it though.” Harry said, which earned a laugh from everyone. Harry and you have always been close. I mean, you two were the only family you had left. Besides the Weasleys of course.

Though, there is one Weasley you don’t quite consider family. You did at once, but ever since his 4th year and your 3rd, things have been difficult with your feelings towards him. Whenever you saw him and his hair was grown longer, his jaw slightly more chiseled, you knew there was something there. Now it was about 3 years since then, but your feelings have turned into hopelessly in love. You and Ron had always been quite close, but you would catch each other staring at one another. Sharing such a Romantic and passionate look, you were sure something was there. It had to be.

After you ate, you went up to the room that you, Ginny, and Hermione shared. The three of you changed into your swimsuits, and headed down. You carried your bag with your sunblock, sunglasses, and other items you knew you would need. As you all made it downstairs, the boys were waiting for you.

Ever since your last birthday, you had to admit you have grown quite nice. Your breasts were fuller, and your mid body had slimmed. Your legs had grown some muscle which caused your butt to have grown. (Thanks, quidditch workouts!)

“Well what do we have here Georgie?” Fred said, his eyes landing on you. “Looks like summer just got a whole lot hotter” George finished after him. The twins approached beside you and wrapped their arms around them. Ron and Harry gave the twins a look. One in a “hey, thats my little sister you twat” and the other in a “you know i want her, back off” kinda way. The twins were well aware of Ronikins little crush, and they were going to drag it out to his coffin.

You gave the twins a playful eye roll and a smirk. “I could say the same about you lot.” This earned a giggle from the twins, and a frown from Harry and Ron.

As you all went to the river, Ron could barley keep his eyes off of you. He noticed how your body was just so mesmerizing. Every curve he wanted to worship. He was so caught up in fantasizing about you, he nearly forgot he was already engaged in a conversation with Harry.

“Why are you staring at my sister?” Harry said, which earned a very loud and nervous “I was not!” from Ron. Rons face flushed pink as Harry gave him a puzzled look. “I just mean..i wasn’t staring at her.. just the trees nd’ stuff around us..y’know nature and all” Ron said, keeping his eyes to his feet. “Never took you for a nature guy but okay..” Harry mumbled, after a while he continued his past conversation.

After you all arrived at the river, Fred and George found an abnormally large and wide tree. It was short and close to the ground, and thats when the twins came up with an idea..- as they always did, which was to jump from the tree into the river.

The twins went first, taking a dive in as Harry and Ron followed suite. When Ron took his jump he let out a boyish (yet somehow girly) yelp, which earned a giggle from you.

“Are you two sure this is a good idea?” Hermione said, you could tell she was nervous about it. “Of course we are! Cmon Mione, live up some!” Ginny said, brushing her shoulder against Hermiones. “It’ll be fun i promise.” You said, Ginny has always been quite rambunctious, which is what generally attracted you to becoming her friend. Ginny then ran as she took off towards the end of the tree. Ginny then jumped, and floated back up and swam towards her twin brothers.

You gave Hermione a smile and squeezed her hand. “Don’t be nervous Hermione, Its not that far up anyways” You said as you peaked over the tree. “Right..” Hermione said, taking a deep breath in as she stayed behind you. You went towards the end of the tree and gave the boys (and Ginny) a wave.

“Cmon, smalls, jump!” The twins said in practical union, as always. You took a couple of steps back, then ran off the tree. You felt your body fall towards the bottom and the water splash and suck you in. You then floated right back up to the top as Ginny then and wiped your eyes so you could see. As you opened your eyes, you came face to face with your brother Harry.

“All good?” Harry said, checking your arms just in case. Even though he was practically still a toddler when your parents passed, (Yes, i am aware he was a baby but this adds to our current plot) he was always so protective over you. Whenever Dudley would steal your toys or shove you out of the way, Harry always stood up for you. Or whenever The Dursleys would barley give the two of you a meal, Harry would give you over half of his.

“Yes Harry, m’ fine” You gave him a smile as he nodded, your attention then turning to Ron. You swam over to him as he flashed you that cute smirk of his. Godric, he would be the death of you. He wrapped his arm around your waist under the dirty water and let out a slight chuckle. “Your cannonballs suck” he said, which you returned with a slap to his shoulder. “My cannonballs suck? lets talk about your girly scream for help when you were jumping off” You returned his smirk with one of your one and raised a brow. “I didnt scream for help, sweetheart, i was just screaming from the adrenaline..” he gave you one of his sassy pouts.

No wonder so many people thought the two of you were dating. The playful banter, the laughs together, the hand placement. It was practically written out for the two of you.

As Ron stared deeply into your eyes, his own pair grazed your face. That bloody gorgeous face. That face did so many things to him. He wanted to wake up in the mornings and make you laugh, make you smile, then his eyes faltered to your lips.

Those lips he wanted to kiss day and night, those lips he wanted to see move as you gave him a smart reply. Those lips that he wanted his cock wrapped around. Those lips that he wanted to feel you use to mark him neck as he returned the favor. Those lips that he wants to make you scream his name as you cum around his mouth.

As a sudden splash came by, his thoughts (and yours) were quickly interrupted by Hermione jumping in. As you gave him a smile and a giggle, you swam away.

Ron couldnt believe how down bad he was for you. He wanted you in every single way. He wanted to make you his. He wanted to fuck you till you couldn’t walk. He wanted to hear those pretty little moans come out while he fucked that sweet cunt.

Ron also wanted to wake up in the mornings and see you in your shared bed, asleep, as he goes to check on your own children. Make breakfast for you, go celebrate holidays with his family not just as his best friends little sister, but his wife.

He knew his feelings were growing every day. He knew he had to tell Harry. Its not like he could ask for your parents permission, and Harry was the only family you had left. He was so unsure on how to approach it, whether that be just simply blurting it out randomly like, “Hey, I’m in love with your sister, do ya mind?” or..well… thats his only option.

As he snapped out of this thoughts, he came over to the others as you all enjoyed your day in the River.

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After the day at the River, you were sprawled out beside Ron on the couch. Harry and the twins were on the floor while Ginny and Hermione were on the other side of Ron.

Fred and George then came up with another clever idea. The twins trotted up the stairs to their room and came back down with Fire whiskey. “Truth or dare?” said George, Fred quickly following behind “if you cant complete the request, you drink”.

“Im up for it” Harry said, his attention turning to you and Ron. “Hell yeah I am!” you said, quickly getting up. “I suppose..” Ron said, getting up with you. Ginny agreed to play as well, while Hermione said she would rather go to bed then stay up and drink. As she walked up to her shared room with you and Ginny, the six of you sat in a circle.

As the game progressed, things got heated. It started with all fun, like you getting dared to do a silly dance or Fred and George burping the ABC’s, simply dumb funny stuff. After a while, it started getting more personal. More drinks were being taken as some didn’t want to answer nor do the things that mostly Fred and George told them to. You’d have already had about 5 shots of fire whiskey.

You weren’t completely drunk, but you damn well weren’t sober. Thats when you started looking at Harry and Ginny beside each other, and got a horribly wonder idea. It was now your turn to give out a dare. You looked at Harry and gave him a smirk. “Harry, i dare you to kiss Ginny.”

Ginny’s face turned red as Harry shot you a look. You were well aware of his crush on the red head, as you were sure about her feelings towards your older brother. “You..what?” Ron said, you could tell this was making him feel weird. He gave Harry and Ginny a look, as he realized the awkward tension between the two. Although, he soon realized he couldn’t be to upset. He didn’t know Harrys confirmed feelings towards Ginny, but he knew he was most definitely so down bad for you.

Fred and George chuckled and let out a “Ooooo” as they laid back.”Go on lover birds, get to kissin’” George said as Ginny shot her brother a look. “A dares a dare, unless you would like to end your no drink streak?” you teased, giving a smirk to the two of them.

Harry let out a sigh as he locked eyes with Ginny. He put his hands in hers and pulled her close as he inched closer to her face. Their lips immediately meet and share a kiss together as they pull away both with pink faces, Harry having a slight smile on his face.

Ron let out a gag as you, along with Fred and George- laughed. Harry shot you another glare and let out a laugh. “Funny, huh?” Harry spoke, raising his brow. “Very funny, my dear brother” You teased as you finished laughing, sitting back up.

“Alright then, I dare you to makeout with Fred”

The room went silent.

Ron could feel his blood boiling.

You and Fred shared a look. George gave a flirty whistle as Ginny’s jaw dropped. It was then Harry’s turn to laugh. “Go on, or take more shots of firewhiskey.” Harry nudged, looking at you shocked expression. “Harry..- you cant be serious you know I-“ “Do the dare or drink.” Harry interrupted you, giving you a smile as he took a look at Ron. Harry was well aware of Rons crush. He would just wait until Ron would come to him, that way he could tell Ron about his own crush on Ginny.

Ron was fuming. His hands were balled into a fist as he stared at situation infront of him. His girl..- well, not officially.. but he still claimed you as his..- was about to make out with his older brother. He gave you a look as you scooted to Fred.

“Dares a dare, right?” You told Fred, giving Ron a slight pleading look as you turned your attention back to Fred. “You’ll enjoy it sweetheart, for everyone enjoys the kiss of Fred Weasley” Fred joked with you as he gave you a smile, which you returned. As you scooted closer to Fred, and you both leaned in close, you heard a loud stomp as you pulled away and watched as Ron stormed off- clearly angry and upset.

As he vanished up the stairs, you gave a look around as the groups stares on you went to Ron, then back to you. Harry laughed as Ron stormed off as did George, Fred and Ginny did as well. Harry’s laughing stopped however after he noticed you leave up the stairs behind Ron.

“Ron!! Where are you going?” you shouted as you followed him up the stairs.

Ron turned around as he reached the hallway that led to his room that he shared with Harry over the holidays. His eyes landed on you behind him.

“Dont take pity on me, go kiss my git of a brother. Sure seemed like you’d been fantasizing about it all Summer..” Ron said, his eyes not leaving yours. “Ronald, what in Merlins beard are you on about” You squinted your eyes and furrowed your brows as you stayed where you were.

“All the flirting with him, laughing at every joke he says, following him around like a lost dog. I’m not a bloody idiot. It’s him you want. Its so bloody obvious and- bloody hell.. you just dont get how hard it is to watch.” “Ron.. wha-“ “All that loving up you do on him, then me. You dont understand the things you do to me, Y/N.” Ron cut you off as he stepped closer to you.

“Seeing you give that same laugh you give to me to others, then almost go into a makeout session with my brother, it makes me so fucking angry. And you just dont get it.”

“Ron.. what are you saying?”

“I’m bloody inlove with you.”

You froze, his figure hovering over you.

“I.. I’ve always loved you, just now a little different. I want you all to myself and I know it sounds so horrible but Godric, you dont understand how much i want to wake up in the mornings next to you. Or simply be able to just kiss you. Claim you as mine. I want you all to myself. And i know its horrible because your my best mates little sister, but I cant hold it in. Not anymore. I’m bloody inlove with you.”

His eyes soon met yours as you leaned in and slammed your lips against his. His eyes widen as he soon returned and eased against you. His hands finding your waist as yours found his face. You leaned back and looked into his eyes.

“Ron, I’ve felt the same since my 2nd year and your 4th. I’ve always wanted you- wanted this. Not Fred, you. Its always been you, you git.”

Ron let out a chuckle and placed his head against yours.

“Guess we’re both bloody gits, yeah?”

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Ronald.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. His lips came back down to yours as the kiss was passionate and love felt.

As the kiss continued, it became more needy. more yearning. His hands gripped around your waist. This was it, he thought. He could feel his pants tighten around his friend in his pants as he remembered all of those thoughts of you. This was one of the moment he’s dreamed of, passionately kissing you. You let out a moan and gave his tongue permission after he swiped his tongue across your lip. Your tongues danced together as he let out a groan. You tasted so divine, he just wondered you tasted on your other lips. His lips then found your neck, ghosting over your sweet spot as he sucked.

“Ron..” you moaned his name as he rubbed your hip. Ron let out a groan as he heard you moan his name. He’d been dreaming about this for so long. The way you moaned his name sounded exactly how it did when he would stroke his cock as he imagined pounding into your cunt relentlessly, moaning under him.

“Yeah, sweetheart..?” He panted as he parted from your neck, breathless and oh so turned on.

“I want you, well.. I’ve wanted you for a while now and while this isn’t how i wanted you to take me, I need you.”

Ron couldve just cum in his pants at the sound of that.

“Sweetheart, I’ve been wanting to hear you say those words since last school year.”

Ron picked you up from under your ass and carried you to his bedroom. He shut the door with his foot and carried you to his bed as he sat you down and you both left off where you were, tongues dancing together and he rubbed circles on your hips. Your thighs parted as his lower body was pulled close towards your heat. You could feel his hardened cock against your clothed pussy, which made you moan in his mouth.

“M’ gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart, you and your pussy. you want that?”

You could feel your pussy pulsate at that, letting out another moan.

“Yes.. God yes Ronnie..”

Ron attacked your neck again, now his hands wandering up your shirt and played with your breast in your bra. His hands wandered behind and were placed on your bras clasp, giving you a look to confirm you wanted this. When you gave him a nod, he unclasped the piece of clothing from your body. He lifted your shirt up slowly as his eyes widened at the sight of your tits.

“Perfect, so perfect f’me.. always knew these two were so pretty..” he kissed and sucked on your right nipple, which made you throw your head back with a quiet moan. “Been thinking about doing this to you, honey. Always wanted to touch you like this. You do so much more to me then make me flustered from your silly flirting.”

You looked in his eyes as your toes curled in your socks. “Why don’t you show me then Ronnie? show me what all you’ve fantasied about.”

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what your getting yourself into. Besides, theres to many things I’ve thought about that wont be able to fit into just one night.”

You let out a breathly chuckle at his statement as he continued his abuse on your nipple, now on your left.

“Well, that’s quite alright. Guess you’ll just have to do this to me more often, yeah?”

Ron gave you a look as he smirked at you and grabbed the bottom of your shirt.

“I’ll do this everyday if i can make you mine. Which is now making me think..” He drifted off.

“Never asked you to officially be mine, sweetheart. So, would you do the honors of being my girlfriend love?”

You gave him a smile. “Yes, Ronniekins. I would love to be your girlfriend. Now please, fuck me.”

Ron let out a chuckle as he placed another strong kiss against your lips. This time, immediately fighting for dominance with your tongues. He lifted your shirt up and threw it against the floor. Ron grabbed his wand from his nightstand which resulted in your kiss being broken. You let out a whine with the loss of contact. Ron casted a silence charm and then a spell to lock the door. Ron then threw his wand back on his nightstand and he looked into your eyes, then admired your chest. All bare as he pushed you all the way down to the bed, pushing your legs to the foot.

“So fucking perfect, perfect face, perfect tits. Makes me wonder..”

“Mmm, wonder what Ronnie?”

“How perfect that pussy is…”

You knew you were absolutely soaked under as you slowly spread your legs above him. your skirt now exposed your drenched panties. Rons breathe hitched as his hands wandered down to the inside of your thighs.

“You like the idea of this Ronnie? Fucking your best friends little sister?”

Ron let out a chuckle as he locked eyes with you.

“Oh sweetheart I’m going to do much more then just fuck you. M’ gonna destroy you” Ron said. Shivers went down your spine as you shuddered under his touch after his fingers found the hem on your panties. He slowly pulled them down and let out a groan as he saw your now bare cunt infront of him.

“I knew you were so perfect, but sweetheart.. how can you be all of this in one and how can you be mine?” his lips found your neck and continued leaving love marks over your neck as he pulled your skirt down. You were now fully bare under him as he was fully clothed, all that was available to see was the print his cock left in his lounge pants.

“Y’know, its not fair for me to be naked while your still fully clothed, Ronald” You said, rubbing his chest as his abuse on your neck came to a stop. Ron practically threw his shirt off and he let you unbutton his pants. His hard cocks print making a stand as you put your hips up to grind on him.

Ron let out a moan, he knew what you wanted.. but he couldn’t give it to you just yet. You let out a whine as you awaited for him to fuck you already, but he had other plans.

“As bad as I want to destory you already, i need to taste you. That alright sweets?” Ron said, already lowering his head to your pussy. When you nodded a reply as your kept your legs spread, Ron took a good look at your cunt- all wet and ready for his mouth and fingers. His hands rubbed circles on your clit then stuck his middle finger inside your hole. You let out a moan in return, not expecting him to act so suddenly. Rons tongue then licked a long stripe up your cunt, glazing over your clit then vigorously attacking it. You let out a gasp then covered your mouth. Ron shot you a glare. “Make all those sounds for me honey, let me hear how good i make you feel. I casted that special charm for us, remember? Be a good girl and scream my name, yeah?” After that statement, how could you refuse?

You did as you were told. You moaned his name as you squirmed under his touch. His mouth was so skilled when it came to eating pussy, and this was a first for him. He added another finger to your pussy as he continued sucking and fucking you with his mouth and fingers.

“Oh fuck! Ron.. I’m gonna cum.. holy shit!” You were a moaning mess, and his mouth and fingers worked so well against your pussy. “Go ahead, come for me baby..” Ron said, and thats how you needed to hear. You let out a final moan as the band in your stomach snapped, you felt your release come as you rode your high out.

Ron parted from your pussy with his face as he came up to look at you. His chin was covered in your juices as he gave you his goofy smirk. “You taste divine, love” He said as he crawled up to you. You laughed as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. You both stared into each others eyes for a while as you broke the silence.

“Ronnie, please fuck me now.” You gave him those pleading eyes. this is it, Ron thought. this is where his fantasies come true. where he fucks you while you scream and moan his name. It was finally here.

Ron gave you a kiss, which you returned and you could taste your slick from your pussy. “Never thought you’d ask, sweets.”

Ron pulled his underpants down as his large cock sprung free. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, it was practically at his belly button. “You sure you want this love?” Ron asked, his eyes looking deep into yours. “Yes Ronnie, fuck me. Fuck your best friends little sister.”

Ron didnt need to be told twice yet again as he collected your slick on his cock. As he pushed the tip in, your nails dug into his shoulder, which caused him to let out a hiss. Not only because of your nails, but you were just so fucking tight.

As his pushed his length farther into you, your felt his cock claim your insides as his as he fully finished stuffing you. He kissed you passionately as he let you adjust. When it was time to move, he gave you slow thrusts. His balls slapping against your ass slowly as your pussy suctioned him in. When you gave him the green flag to go faster, he fastened his pace up and you were both a moaning mess. Your pussy felt so full as it welcomed his large cock so willingly.

“Fuck.. pussy so tight. Knew you were made for me, even your pussy was made for my cock.” Ron spoke as he let out moans in your ear.

“Fucking my best friends little sister.. Gods i love you.. Im so lucky. I’ve wanted to do fuck you and just be with you f’ so long.. your..- fuckkk..- not goin’ anywhere sweetheart..” Ron rambled on as he fucked you relentlessly like he promised. His dick twitching inside as you felt his tip threaten to enter to womb.

“F-fuck.. Ronnie.. I’m gonna cum..” You were gasping for air as his cock hit that spot inside you. You could tell he was close with the way his thrust were more sloppy and fast. He let out a groan as he continued the constant abuse to your G- spot.

“Gonna cum sweetheart.. shit..- gonna let me cum in this pussy? claim you as mine, yeah?” Ron said in your war as he groaned.. “Yes.. yes please Ron! Cum inside my pussy..!” After those words came out of your mouth. Ron could barley control himself anymore. Ron finally let go and let his sperm fill your hole up. Your finally released at the feeling, cumming around him for the second time.

As you both came down from your highs, he flopped down beside you as you both caught your breath.

“I’ve wanted that for so long.. wanted you for so long. And I know it sounds so wrong because.. well you are my best friends little sister but your my dream girl, Y/n.” Rons words made you flip to him and stroke the sweat drenched hair out of his face and made a smile plaster onto your face.

“Ron, I feel the same way about you to. I always have. I’ve always wanted this.. wanted you. Your my dream boy.” You both shared another passionate kiss with one another, enjoying each others presence. Ron stood up to get you some of his clothes to sleep in and hid your clothes under his bed, just in case Harry wouldnt find out what exactly happened. After you were both in pajamas (you in an oversized shirt and and old pair of sleep shorts), you bundled next to one another and shared one final kiss before sleep overtook the two of you.

He was now your boy, and you were Ronald Weasleys girl. Ron eventually told Harry about the two of you, which in return Ron was returned with information about Harry and Ginnys secret romance with each other. Although Ron was not to happy about that, he was just happy he could call you his.

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Ron Weasley Imagine-Comforts you after a rough day at work (Smut)

Disclosure: Spanking, oral (female & male receiving), Probably missing sum but idk.

Summary: You have a long and rough day at work and your doting husband Ron takes care of you when you get home (IYKYK).

Word count:2.5k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

Note: HOLY HELL I APOLOGIZE! I know I released the original all fluff version like weeks ago but the holidays came around and then my birthday and a bunch of other things but anyway I’m back for now (hehe). I am starting school up again but I should have a bunch of free time due to most of my classes being extracurricular ones since I took college courses to do the other classes early (Yippee for me). Anyway I really hope you enjoy it. I know I had fun writing it even though it took me like a million years. I do plan on making a twins one but I kinda need to rewrite it cuz I accidentally set it in a time period making them underaged sooo yea gotta redo that, oopsies.

Ron stood in the doorway and let his blue eyes trace your figure.

“You look beautiful.” You blushed at his compliment.

“Well today is important.” He walked up next to you and took the necklace you planned to wear off the desk. He placed it around your neck while you lifted your hair allowing him to clasp it together.

“Perfect,” he whispered, placing his hands on your waist from behind. You smile as you put your matching earrings in.

“Alright, I'm ready.”

“Do you have everything prepared?”

“Yes, it's all in my organizer.”

“Well then don’t forget you are amazing and you’ve got this, go get’em.” You hug him feeling a surge of extra confidence from his words. You walk out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace, Ron trailing behind you. He presses a kiss onto your forehead. While stepping into the fireplace you grab a palm full of floo powder,

“Ministry of Magic.” You watch as Ron disappears behind the flames and the ministry's black brick walls appear. You start towards the conference room feeling the sweat on your palms, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself.

“You got this.” You step into the room first, as you expected. You begin to set up your presentation; it was an important one because it would allow your department to expand and potentially lead to a promotion for yourself. Once everyone had arrived you began the presentation. You glided through with ease feeling quite cool and collected the whole time. Why had you been so nervous before, you thought of Ron’s words and smiled internally. After the presentation you were feeling pretty good about it. You left the room and started back toward your office however you heard a few of the wizards and witches who had been in the room talking badly about your presentation. It made you upset and questioned whether you had hallucinated that you were so calm while presenting. You tried to shake it off but remained in a funk the rest of the day. And add that you were behind on just about everything due to being understaffed, it was a combination of all the things that made you overwhelmed.

You had stayed about 3 hours overtime and got home later than you planned; but even still the second you got home Ron was there to greet you. He took your bag, giving you a kiss while grabbing it, and placed it on the couch.

“How was work?” You only groan in response. “That bad sweetheart?” You nod and place your head onto his shoulder letting out a big sigh. Ron tries comforting you by rubbing your back and holding your head.

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes and we can just relax.”

“Alright,” you say, grabbing your bag and heading upstairs to change into something comfy. You take your hair out of the tight bun it's been in all day and fling off the narrow pumps your feet were squished into; sitting down you take out your earrings and necklace.

Suddenly Ron shouts from downstairs, “I have a surprise for you!” You can’t help but feel excited using a spell to quickly and cleanly remove your makeup. You make your way back downstairs to see a table set with two plates of delicious looking food, candles, and glasses of the good stuff (nice wine). Ron looks pleased with himself and you can’t help but feel like you drooled a bit when you saw the food.

“Oh my goodness, what did I do to deserve you?” You give him a tight hug and you both sit to eat. You tell him all about the rough day you had and he shows all his emotions on his face like he usually did: anger when you told him about the people who talked bad about you, worry when you told him about all the work you have, and excitement when you told him that you still felt the presentation went well. Then he told you all about the day he had at work which was usually light hearted as he co-managed the joke emporium with his brother George. He always managed to make you laugh with something crazy that happened. You guys finished eating and took the plates to the kitchen placing them in the sink then Ron used a spell to start washing them.

“What do you feel up to, darling: a bath, a movie, or maybe me?” You giggled at his proposal and rubbed your finger on your chin pretending to think really hard.

“Hmm, what about a massage; my back and feet are killing me.”

“I can make that happen.” He had placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “Go up to the room, I’ll meet you up there.”

“Okay.” You head up the stairs and into the room, you lie face down on the bed placing your head into your arms. Ron walks in a minute or so after with a bottle of oil.

“Well you have to take off your shirt,” he chuckled while giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at him making sure to face away from him while removing your shirt. You quickly lay back down on the bed and soon after Ron drips the warm oil onto your back instantly soothing you. He begins to glide his hands along the sides of your back to your shoulders where he puts pressure and squeezes causing you to let out soft moans.

“You have magic hands Ronnie,” you mumble jokingly. He chuckles quietly and continues to massage the knots out of your shoulders. He then slowly moves his hands down to your lower back and using his thumbs he presses into it and moves out slowly; you gasp lightly feeling loose and calm.

“Did that feel good?” You nod into the bed and he smiles feeling happy he can please you. Ron’s rough yet gentle hands rubbing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your tailbone. You feel as though you're on a cloud and you allow your mind to wonder. You sense his fingers slip into your pants, slowly pulling them down; you think about telling him off but it’s been awhile since you two had been sexually intimate, so you let him continue. His hands caressing your ass; starting from the bottom of your cheeks and squeezing while sliding up. He pulled the spandex waistband of your underwear letting it slap back down onto your waist and swiftly slapping your ass making you tremble. While sliding your pants off all the way, his hand came down a second time leaving you a shade redder.

He smirked at his ability to make you squirm and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Ass up.” You bite your lip, abiding his demand, getting on your knees and arching your back to lift your backside into the air. He ran his thumb under the trim of your underwear, lifting it and planting another slap on your cheek; you jump, letting out a slight squeal.

A pleased grin spread on his face, “You’re so wet for me.” Placing the pad of his finger on the forming wet circle, beginning to rub it; the friction of the fabric against your entrance causing a moan to escape your lips. His fingers traced over your lips gradually moving inwards towards your more sensitive areas; slowly working up the pressure but keeping the same pace.

“Your hands really are magic.”

“That's not all that's magic,” a sly smile forming on lips. He roughly pulled off your underwear revealing just how wet you really were. His tongue gently skimming your thigh until slowly reaching your vagina. You softly call out his name as he draws circles and places kisses; soon after pushing his tongue into you. Sultry breaths and rough hands accompanied by a soft tongue brought a rising heat. Contrasting with the coldness of his fingertips as they explored your legs before placing another slap on your ass, pulling a whine from your throat. His mouth hovered just above your clit, placing gentle kisses around the hood and releasing light slow breaths onto it, making you ache for his tongue on your clit. Your hips seemed to take control attempting to move closer to his mouth; prompting Ron to plant another slap on your already rosy cheek.

“You have to be patient,” he tutted before treating your ass to several quick slaps. The sensations drawing out sounds you were unaware you could make.

“Please,” you whine.

He smirks into your skin and shakes his head, “But I love watching you beg.” His finger trailed from the top of your vulva to the bottom; his breath still seemingly rubbing your clitoral hood. As his finger was just to touch your clit he pulled away skipping over the area then continued down. Every time he did this you whined and squirmed, craving his finger pads on your deprived clit. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the feeling of Ron’s muggy breath and his coarse hands that knew all the spots to make you scream.

“Ronnie, I-”

“You're close, I know.” His voice trailed as he put his tongue back to work making you moan at the sudden warm stimulation. He slowly licked up to your clit and finally allowed it some love. Your voice filled the room and you could feel your climax on the tip of your tongue as could he (literally). You felt as if you were filling up until it spilled over, spreading throughout your body making you shiver and moan Ron’s name. Your legs become wobbly and weak causing you to fall flat back onto the bed. Ron flipped you onto your back and wiped your watery eyes.

“How does my princess feel? Can she take another round?” his hands rubbing your cheeks and head. You felt all the warmth from his body next to yours. You turn your head to face him and biting your lip you nod. He smiles, “We can take a break.” Suddenly you feel a surge of energy from the very last remnants of your orgasm; quickly you straddle Ron who looks shocked but also extremely turned on. You slide his pants down slowly with his boxers in tow, revealing his hard cock.

“It's so perfect. Perfect for me.” You place a kiss on the head, Ron smiles as his cheeks turn a light red. You slide down his legs to make it easier for your mouth to reach. You reached for the oil on the floor and put a bit on your hand. Placing your hand he twitched at the temperature change. You gripped the center and began slowly moving up and down placing kisses along the side.

“Sorry it's cold.” He only mumbled under his breath in response. Your other hand made its way to his balls cupping them and beginning to massage them. Dragging your tongue across the head you heard Ron let out stifled moans, using his hand to cover his mouth. His eyes locked with yours, he seemed nervous but you maintained the contact seemingly making him more sensitive. You smile to yourself as you continue to navigate your tongue around his sensitive head, licking up a bit of precum in the process.

“Does that feel good?” You watched as he brought his hand to grab the back of your head; he lightly tugged your hair letting you know he liked what you were doing. “You need to use your words darling,” you whisper smugly. Using his arm to cover his eyes he mumbled, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes it feels good.” His whines and reactions to your hand and tongue only tempting you to mess him up further; but you want to take your time teasing him until he can’t hold it. You start to quicken your pace as you feel Ron getting closer from his expressive voice and face as well as the abundance of precum flowing from him. His hand gripped to your hair hard pushing himself deeper into your mouth just as he came. You felt it slide down your throat as you swallowed, wiping some from the corner of your lip. You continued to run your hand up and down as he was feeling out the final traces of his climax. “If i’m magic you must be mythical,” he huffed catching his breath. You laughed a bit at his joke and crawled up to his chest laying your head on him.

“I guess I must be.” He stroked the back of your head while planting kisses. Your hand remained on his penis, idly rubbing it through which you felt it regain the stiffness it had just moments ago. You slid back down so that his penis was against your stomach.

“I thought you were tired. And yet here you are taking charge,” He chuckled while sliding a hand on your waist.

“You’ve invigorated me.” You practically beam with confidence; giving him a sly look, you sit up on your knees to guide his dick inside. Placing your hands on his chest you began to roll your hips, looking at his pleasure stained face. You leaned over pressing your lips to his. His fingers snaking to your hair and pulling you away from his lips leaving a trail of saliva. You had stopped moving, catching your breath from his sudden aggression. His hips started to entertain you with small thrusts making you moan. Releasing your hair, he sat up keeping you in his lap. Pressing your foreheads together you breathe heavily into him soon after your lips are locked with his once again. The kiss is deep and messy matching his hip movements; you can feel him getting closer. He quickly flips you onto your back, catching you by surprise. You look upon his face, admiring him: his heavy breath, the way he looks at you, it makes you squirm a little. You move your hand to stimulate your clit as Ron drags his tongue against your neck, making you shiver. Both yours and Ron’s bodies were nearing their limit. A warm and powerful sensation began to overtake your body until it suddenly burst and felt like a wave crashing and soon after dissipating back into the ocean. At the same time you could hear and see Ron climaxing with you. You felt him fill you up and then fall next to you both of you catching your breaths. Ron turns his head to face you, pushing your head to face him.

“Your brilliant-” you glare a bit, “-and beautiful” he whispers quickly as he caresses your cheek. You smile leaning into his hand, your whole face a bit red. Bringing yourself closer to him you lay your head on his chest, allowing you to hear his fast beating heart.

“I think I’ll take tomorrow off.” you chuckle. Looking up you give him a suggestive look, he seems to blush but it's hard to tell as his face is all a pinkish red.

“Y…yeah maybe you should.” He slides his hand down the back of your hair as he speaks, while trying to avoid eye contact.

“You're cute.”

“And you're perfect.”

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