Imperio All Wrong
Title: Imperio All Wrong
Rating: R (to be safe)
Word Count:522
Warnings: Ron/Bellatrix, Ron/Hermione, non-con, Imperio.
Summary:Ron watched with wide eyes as the maniacal witch across the room dropped her arm to the side, and her eyes glazed over a little before they looked at him. “Oh Merlin’s balls.”
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: I wrote this because my co-worker wanted to read a Ron/Bellatrix. I don't think this was what she was hoping for, especially since this isn't the type of fic that I write. This is not Christmas themed.
The scars on Ron’s hands didn’t like to be still while he held his wand, and right now, as he was faced off with his arch nemesis, they were wriggling across the back of his hand and up his arm like earthworm on Floo Powder. Shaking a sweat soaked strand of ginger hair out of his eyes, Ron set his feet shoulder width apart and shouted, “Imperio!”
Ron watched with wide eyes as the maniacal witch across the room dropped her arm to the side, and her eyes glazed over a little before they looked at him. “Oh Merlin’s balls,” Ron muttered before dropping his wand to the side. Scrunching his eyes at her, he wondered if she was actually under the spell. A thought, drop your wand and step six steps forward, was the proof that she was. Bellatrix Lestrange wasn’t in his brain, stealing his thoughts. Or, that was what Ron figured. There was nothing happening, nothing like Harry had explained to him when Snape was stampeding through his thoughts.
Grinning, Ron took a step forward and raised his wand again. Well, if she was at his beck and call now, Ron figured he was going to have a little fun with this. Pointing towards the V neck on her cobweb dress, his eyes twinkled brightly before he mutted, “Engorgo,” and he watched as her breasts swelled beneath her dress, pulling the fabric tightly across her. Flicking his wand to end the spell, the Gryffindor’s head cocked to the side as he oogled her new chest.
His unsaid thoughts pulled the Death Eater to him, crawling to him, on her knees, her tangled mane swishing around her shoulders, touching the ground every other step. When she was sitting on her haunches in front of him, Ron looked down, past her face, and straight between her breasts. Being a sixteen year old boy, Ron had a one track mind, and the drool that was forming at the corner of his mouth was evident.
Shaking himself out of the reverie, Ron knelt onto the floor next to her and leaned in, licking the swell of her left breast and tangling his hand in her dark rats nest hair. He pulled her hair back and heard the moan come from her throat as he bit and licked up her chest. Ron’s other hand had cupped around the swell of her breast before his first hand ran down the back of her neck to the hem of her dress, hiking it above her hips.
Feeling the absence of panties, he made a mental note that Slytherins were skanky. Pulling Bellatrix up into his lap, Ron bit at her red lips harder than he ever would have to Hermione, or Lavender, or even Luna. While smacking Bellatrix hard on her bottom, he heard another low moan as he felt her fingers reach for his buckle.
~
Waking up with a start, Ron looked next to him and saw the familiar bouncing curls of his long time girlfriend and smiled before waking her up with hunger in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since he was a teen. Licking her throat, Ron’s eyes clouded over and thought of the dream, dark tangled hair, swollen breasts and her bent will, holding him, and bringing him to release.
Rating: R (to be safe)
Word Count:522
Warnings: Ron/Bellatrix, Ron/Hermione, non-con, Imperio.
Summary:Ron watched with wide eyes as the maniacal witch across the room dropped her arm to the side, and her eyes glazed over a little before they looked at him. “Oh Merlin’s balls.”
Disclaimer:This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N: I wrote this because my co-worker wanted to read a Ron/Bellatrix. I don't think this was what she was hoping for, especially since this isn't the type of fic that I write. This is not Christmas themed.
The scars on Ron’s hands didn’t like to be still while he held his wand, and right now, as he was faced off with his arch nemesis, they were wriggling across the back of his hand and up his arm like earthworm on Floo Powder. Shaking a sweat soaked strand of ginger hair out of his eyes, Ron set his feet shoulder width apart and shouted, “Imperio!”
Ron watched with wide eyes as the maniacal witch across the room dropped her arm to the side, and her eyes glazed over a little before they looked at him. “Oh Merlin’s balls,” Ron muttered before dropping his wand to the side. Scrunching his eyes at her, he wondered if she was actually under the spell. A thought, drop your wand and step six steps forward, was the proof that she was. Bellatrix Lestrange wasn’t in his brain, stealing his thoughts. Or, that was what Ron figured. There was nothing happening, nothing like Harry had explained to him when Snape was stampeding through his thoughts.
Grinning, Ron took a step forward and raised his wand again. Well, if she was at his beck and call now, Ron figured he was going to have a little fun with this. Pointing towards the V neck on her cobweb dress, his eyes twinkled brightly before he mutted, “Engorgo,” and he watched as her breasts swelled beneath her dress, pulling the fabric tightly across her. Flicking his wand to end the spell, the Gryffindor’s head cocked to the side as he oogled her new chest.
His unsaid thoughts pulled the Death Eater to him, crawling to him, on her knees, her tangled mane swishing around her shoulders, touching the ground every other step. When she was sitting on her haunches in front of him, Ron looked down, past her face, and straight between her breasts. Being a sixteen year old boy, Ron had a one track mind, and the drool that was forming at the corner of his mouth was evident.
Shaking himself out of the reverie, Ron knelt onto the floor next to her and leaned in, licking the swell of her left breast and tangling his hand in her dark rats nest hair. He pulled her hair back and heard the moan come from her throat as he bit and licked up her chest. Ron’s other hand had cupped around the swell of her breast before his first hand ran down the back of her neck to the hem of her dress, hiking it above her hips.
Feeling the absence of panties, he made a mental note that Slytherins were skanky. Pulling Bellatrix up into his lap, Ron bit at her red lips harder than he ever would have to Hermione, or Lavender, or even Luna. While smacking Bellatrix hard on her bottom, he heard another low moan as he felt her fingers reach for his buckle.
~
Waking up with a start, Ron looked next to him and saw the familiar bouncing curls of his long time girlfriend and smiled before waking her up with hunger in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since he was a teen. Licking her throat, Ron’s eyes clouded over and thought of the dream, dark tangled hair, swollen breasts and her bent will, holding him, and bringing him to release.