Oh, Hanson.
Well, I went to see Hanson last night. It was
quite magical. I missed my boyfriend and my ex girlfriend, cuz
stephan went to the back of the place because he couldn't breathe and
was getting dizzy and sick, and mother took us so Jenny couldn't
go. I called her, but i don't know if it worked or not. I
really did want her to come.
I bought a shirt from Jessica Hanson. She's so pretty! I swear I'll tell anyone who listens.
I must go subway my boyfriend up. I'll post more later.
He woke up, his head was pounding softly. Nothing was registering in his mind yet, except that he was in pain. Most of his body hurt, but it was concentrated in his--BLOODY HELL! Dudley Dursley was laying next to him, smoking a cigarette. Naked. Ron was in shock. He tried to jump up, but blood and cum held him to the sheet.
"What the shite did you do to me?!"
"I heard you last night," said Dudley breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."
*
He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again... and always, growing more insistent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet. Hermione was infuriating. A tease. Worse than his sister! He'd lost his anal virginity at the beginning of this summer, so he wasn't worried about waiting like he was before. Hermione had flounced around him constantly, showing him how far she could fit a sugar quill down her throat, sitting on his lap and rubbing herself against him, and especially wearing those damn muggle low-cut tops. He craved to be in her, but his pride held him back from telling her. They were in a war, though. They'd end up together physically and romantically later, but right now it was too risky. Both of them needed an easy release, and fast.
That's what brought him here, to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George were fine-tuning his invention. All they needed was instructions on what to do and the object: a muggle dildo. Ron found it in his dad's waste bin; his mum must have found it and thrown it out as she was cleaning. His idea couldn't be sold as a joke, but he very well could do under-the-counter business. The prototype, however, was headed straight for Hermione's luggage.
*
Ron woke up with a start. He heard a door slam downstairs, and rushed down to greet the visitor. Mrs. Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six o' clock, laden with books and carrying a long package wrapped in brown paper that Ron took from her with a moan of longing. He took it upstairs to his room, and stroked it. Another moan. It worked! Sneaking into Hermione's luggage would issue a great challenge. The idea was soon scrapped when he found out her pillow would be a better hiding place, as she was near that more often than she went through her luggage; everything she owned was unpacked and organized in the desk and the bureau.
Hermione reached her room after lunch. Teasing Ron was rather tiring today. She entered and threw herself on the bed, hitting her head on something hard under her pillow. She pulled it out and studied it in amazement. She'd always wanted to try one, but only a scarlet woman would buy something like that. She used magic to clean, just to make it safe to use. It could be cursed, she realized, but it was worth the risk to subdue the ache built between her legs.
She imperturbed the room, and gently removed her clothing, rubbing the dildo against her clit. She trailed it down and gasped in pain as she plunged it in.
*
"So you're telling me that you feel whatever she does with it?" Harry inquired incredulously.
"Yeah, and--oi, she just banged me!"
"Well that was fast. You should probably build up your stamina a bit!"
"Harry! I mean she hit it."
"And so did you," Harry said, his smile growing. He knew Ron was brilliant if he just applied himself.
"Dammit to Merlin, Harry. I think she stepped on the dildo!"
"Ooh, that's bollocks, mate."
"Ah! Not anymore!"
"Ron, doesn't this feel a bit morally wrong?"
"Like what do you mean?" he asked, between gasps.
"Like what happens when you two finally do go at it for the first time?"
"We're not going to use magic," Ron ejaculated loudly.
*
Fred and George Weasley apparated into the Burrow that night. To their mother's dismay, they went straight to Ron. She knew something was going on, but felt that she didn't want to know what it was.
"So?"
"How was it?"
"Has she-"
"-used it yet?"
"Slow down guys," Ron exclaimed. He was still recovering from Hermione's third go at his charmed dildo.
"Oh yeah, it works. Quite exciting, yet very wrong to watch," Harry interjected, knowing that it would be a bit before Ron got done.
"Good. We wanted to see if it worked before trying to stretch the charm," grinned Fred, mischievously.
"This one," George explained, while pulling a new dildo from behind his back, "is linked to the two of us. Now we need a test subject." Harry looked at them, wide-eyed, afraid of which "subject" they would choose. Ron had pulled the curtains shut on his bed, as Hermione was enjoying herself again.
"Oh Ginny!" George called.
"What?" she asked when she got there, out of breath and eager to talk to her brothers. She didn't talk to Fred and George much, but they were her favorites.
"We want you to take this in your room and stick it in your mouth."
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this."
*
History repeats itself. Hermione knew that Ron’s “gift” wasn’t the first of its kind. For weeks now, she’d been delving into the late Lily Potter’s (then Evans) pensieve. Dumbledore handed it to her three weeks before he… left. She found it a nice distraction. The very day she found the dildo, the memory she watched was of something quite familiar.
"Put that away, will you?" said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer. "Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement."
“James Potter, put that DAMN enchanted testicle down!” she screamed at him. He dropped it on the spot. Lily actually dragged him by the ear to a corner of the forbidden forest.
“Lily, let me explai-“ he tried to lamely start.
“You took advantage of me! You used me for your pleasure. What the FUCK were you thinking?” She really surprised even herself with that word.
“Do you want to know why, Lily? Because you, Ms. Perfect, are the light of my life. I crave you on so many levels. I constantly dream of you and I am a slave to your touch. I needed this, and I know you did too.”
“But James, didn’t it occur to you that you were intruding on one of the most private, intimate moments I’ve ever had? That was my FIRST time feeling something like that!” She was quite close to crying, but refused to let the tears fall.
“Your first?”
“Yes, James. Unlike you, I’d controlled myself for 90% of my schooling. No touching myself in the library like SOME people we know.”
“Aaw, be nice to Wormtail. He’s going to come in handy some day.”
“NOT funny.”
He sighed. “Well, then what changed? You were doing fine so far, being a prude, which is a crime for someone so sexy.” “YOU changed, James. You stopped being a prat to Severus. You helped the first years out. You have only asked me out 127 times this year, and you’re… a bit attractive.”
He mussed his hair, and thought for a second, then, “But why are you upset?”
“Because it feels like you stole my virginity. I at least wanted you to kiss me when you took me.”
“You wanted me to take your virginity, but when I kind of almost do, you get upset with me? Lily Evans, you’re perfect. Marry me. I promise I’ll kiss you as much as you want,” he proposed and punctuated it with a kiss, just as he promised.
“James!” she exclaimed, more than a bit exasperated, and slapped him.
“Mmm, you should scream my name more often,” he said, knowing it was the last straw, and watching her stomp away.
*
There was a difference between Lily’s story and her own. While Lily felt humiliated, Hermione found herself an opportunity. She transfigured he dildo into a straw and walked down to dinner. Mrs. Weasley was out working for the Order, so she ordered the twins home, to supervise. Hermione quickly put the straw into her cup and strode over to Ron, who was just entering the kitchen. As close as she could get to his ear, she whispered, “I’ll make a bit of a deal with you. If I can get you off sometime during supper tonight without touching you, you will be my boyfriend, and we do some of that fooling around that we've both been alluding to. If not, you are free to play your games, ignore your feelings, and take action later.”
His eyes narrowed, checked visually for some sign that it was a joke, and nodded determinedly. Mischievously, he added, “No wands, either, ‘Mione. And if you cheat, you’re finishing me off the second time manually.”
At the table, Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry tried to hide the fact that they were watching the almost-couple expectantly. Damn extendable ears, Hermione thought. Though it would be best if there were witnesses.
She had teased Ron with a straw before, so he turned his head away when she started for it. Hermione smiled, and took a long, forceful suck on the straw. Yeah, she was playing dirty. Everyone else had already tucked in, but Hermione was lazily sipping at her drink. Suddenly, Ginny giggled. Apparently, Ron’s face and ears were the exact shade of the tomato soup their mother left for them. Hermione reached her arm over the table to check Ron’s temperature, though she already knew the diagnosis.
“Hey, no touching, that’s cheating!” He snapped. She quickly retracted her hand, looking hurt, but wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“But Ron!!” she pouted, “I was only going to give you a kiss.” Hermione proceeded to bend slowly to her straw, kiss the tip of it, then dart her tongue out and give it a tiny lick.
Ron groaned. His eyes widened and then, still shocked, tried to discreetly point his wand at his pants and whisper, “Scourgify!”
Harry’s head dropped to the table, looking quite disturbed at the scene they’d just witnessed, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went "He got off, he got off, he got off...." Apparently, watching their brother orgasm didn’t affect them as much.
I bought a shirt from Jessica Hanson. She's so pretty! I swear I'll tell anyone who listens.
I must go subway my boyfriend up. I'll post more later.
He woke up, his head was pounding softly. Nothing was registering in his mind yet, except that he was in pain. Most of his body hurt, but it was concentrated in his--BLOODY HELL! Dudley Dursley was laying next to him, smoking a cigarette. Naked. Ron was in shock. He tried to jump up, but blood and cum held him to the sheet.
"What the shite did you do to me?!"
"I heard you last night," said Dudley breathlessly. "Talking in your sleep. Moaning."
*
He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again... and always, growing more insistent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet. Hermione was infuriating. A tease. Worse than his sister! He'd lost his anal virginity at the beginning of this summer, so he wasn't worried about waiting like he was before. Hermione had flounced around him constantly, showing him how far she could fit a sugar quill down her throat, sitting on his lap and rubbing herself against him, and especially wearing those damn muggle low-cut tops. He craved to be in her, but his pride held him back from telling her. They were in a war, though. They'd end up together physically and romantically later, but right now it was too risky. Both of them needed an easy release, and fast.
That's what brought him here, to Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. Fred and George were fine-tuning his invention. All they needed was instructions on what to do and the object: a muggle dildo. Ron found it in his dad's waste bin; his mum must have found it and thrown it out as she was cleaning. His idea couldn't be sold as a joke, but he very well could do under-the-counter business. The prototype, however, was headed straight for Hermione's luggage.
*
Ron woke up with a start. He heard a door slam downstairs, and rushed down to greet the visitor. Mrs. Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six o' clock, laden with books and carrying a long package wrapped in brown paper that Ron took from her with a moan of longing. He took it upstairs to his room, and stroked it. Another moan. It worked! Sneaking into Hermione's luggage would issue a great challenge. The idea was soon scrapped when he found out her pillow would be a better hiding place, as she was near that more often than she went through her luggage; everything she owned was unpacked and organized in the desk and the bureau.
Hermione reached her room after lunch. Teasing Ron was rather tiring today. She entered and threw herself on the bed, hitting her head on something hard under her pillow. She pulled it out and studied it in amazement. She'd always wanted to try one, but only a scarlet woman would buy something like that. She used magic to clean, just to make it safe to use. It could be cursed, she realized, but it was worth the risk to subdue the ache built between her legs.
She imperturbed the room, and gently removed her clothing, rubbing the dildo against her clit. She trailed it down and gasped in pain as she plunged it in.
*
"So you're telling me that you feel whatever she does with it?" Harry inquired incredulously.
"Yeah, and--oi, she just banged me!"
"Well that was fast. You should probably build up your stamina a bit!"
"Harry! I mean she hit it."
"And so did you," Harry said, his smile growing. He knew Ron was brilliant if he just applied himself.
"Dammit to Merlin, Harry. I think she stepped on the dildo!"
"Ooh, that's bollocks, mate."
"Ah! Not anymore!"
"Ron, doesn't this feel a bit morally wrong?"
"Like what do you mean?" he asked, between gasps.
"Like what happens when you two finally do go at it for the first time?"
"We're not going to use magic," Ron ejaculated loudly.
*
Fred and George Weasley apparated into the Burrow that night. To their mother's dismay, they went straight to Ron. She knew something was going on, but felt that she didn't want to know what it was.
"So?"
"How was it?"
"Has she-"
"-used it yet?"
"Slow down guys," Ron exclaimed. He was still recovering from Hermione's third go at his charmed dildo.
"Oh yeah, it works. Quite exciting, yet very wrong to watch," Harry interjected, knowing that it would be a bit before Ron got done.
"Good. We wanted to see if it worked before trying to stretch the charm," grinned Fred, mischievously.
"This one," George explained, while pulling a new dildo from behind his back, "is linked to the two of us. Now we need a test subject." Harry looked at them, wide-eyed, afraid of which "subject" they would choose. Ron had pulled the curtains shut on his bed, as Hermione was enjoying herself again.
"Oh Ginny!" George called.
"What?" she asked when she got there, out of breath and eager to talk to her brothers. She didn't talk to Fred and George much, but they were her favorites.
"We want you to take this in your room and stick it in your mouth."
"Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this."
*
History repeats itself. Hermione knew that Ron’s “gift” wasn’t the first of its kind. For weeks now, she’d been delving into the late Lily Potter’s (then Evans) pensieve. Dumbledore handed it to her three weeks before he… left. She found it a nice distraction. The very day she found the dildo, the memory she watched was of something quite familiar.
"Put that away, will you?" said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer. "Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement."
“James Potter, put that DAMN enchanted testicle down!” she screamed at him. He dropped it on the spot. Lily actually dragged him by the ear to a corner of the forbidden forest.
“Lily, let me explai-“ he tried to lamely start.
“You took advantage of me! You used me for your pleasure. What the FUCK were you thinking?” She really surprised even herself with that word.
“Do you want to know why, Lily? Because you, Ms. Perfect, are the light of my life. I crave you on so many levels. I constantly dream of you and I am a slave to your touch. I needed this, and I know you did too.”
“But James, didn’t it occur to you that you were intruding on one of the most private, intimate moments I’ve ever had? That was my FIRST time feeling something like that!” She was quite close to crying, but refused to let the tears fall.
“Your first?”
“Yes, James. Unlike you, I’d controlled myself for 90% of my schooling. No touching myself in the library like SOME people we know.”
“Aaw, be nice to Wormtail. He’s going to come in handy some day.”
“NOT funny.”
He sighed. “Well, then what changed? You were doing fine so far, being a prude, which is a crime for someone so sexy.” “YOU changed, James. You stopped being a prat to Severus. You helped the first years out. You have only asked me out 127 times this year, and you’re… a bit attractive.”
He mussed his hair, and thought for a second, then, “But why are you upset?”
“Because it feels like you stole my virginity. I at least wanted you to kiss me when you took me.”
“You wanted me to take your virginity, but when I kind of almost do, you get upset with me? Lily Evans, you’re perfect. Marry me. I promise I’ll kiss you as much as you want,” he proposed and punctuated it with a kiss, just as he promised.
“James!” she exclaimed, more than a bit exasperated, and slapped him.
“Mmm, you should scream my name more often,” he said, knowing it was the last straw, and watching her stomp away.
*
There was a difference between Lily’s story and her own. While Lily felt humiliated, Hermione found herself an opportunity. She transfigured he dildo into a straw and walked down to dinner. Mrs. Weasley was out working for the Order, so she ordered the twins home, to supervise. Hermione quickly put the straw into her cup and strode over to Ron, who was just entering the kitchen. As close as she could get to his ear, she whispered, “I’ll make a bit of a deal with you. If I can get you off sometime during supper tonight without touching you, you will be my boyfriend, and we do some of that fooling around that we've both been alluding to. If not, you are free to play your games, ignore your feelings, and take action later.”
His eyes narrowed, checked visually for some sign that it was a joke, and nodded determinedly. Mischievously, he added, “No wands, either, ‘Mione. And if you cheat, you’re finishing me off the second time manually.”
At the table, Fred, George, Ginny, and Harry tried to hide the fact that they were watching the almost-couple expectantly. Damn extendable ears, Hermione thought. Though it would be best if there were witnesses.
She had teased Ron with a straw before, so he turned his head away when she started for it. Hermione smiled, and took a long, forceful suck on the straw. Yeah, she was playing dirty. Everyone else had already tucked in, but Hermione was lazily sipping at her drink. Suddenly, Ginny giggled. Apparently, Ron’s face and ears were the exact shade of the tomato soup their mother left for them. Hermione reached her arm over the table to check Ron’s temperature, though she already knew the diagnosis.
“Hey, no touching, that’s cheating!” He snapped. She quickly retracted her hand, looking hurt, but wasn’t going to give up that easily.
“But Ron!!” she pouted, “I was only going to give you a kiss.” Hermione proceeded to bend slowly to her straw, kiss the tip of it, then dart her tongue out and give it a tiny lick.
Ron groaned. His eyes widened and then, still shocked, tried to discreetly point his wand at his pants and whisper, “Scourgify!”
Harry’s head dropped to the table, looking quite disturbed at the scene they’d just witnessed, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went "He got off, he got off, he got off...." Apparently, watching their brother orgasm didn’t affect them as much.