The Seduction

Lucky is the only one of these characters that is ours. J.K. Rowling would not do this to these sweet people.

Warning: this chapter contains mild slash. Don’t like? Don’t read!


Chapter 11 – Fantasy revealed

It was later, after a few more hours of sex, that they lay on the bed, talking.

“Ron, what is you fantasy?”

He considered it. Then answered, “I thought it was having sex with you, but....”

“No, I mean what is the wildest thing you have ever jacked off to, late at night. The fantasy that you never imagined would ever come true?”

“Only if you tell me yours.”

“Deal.”

“I once....a long time ago...thought I might like to try to have sex with another man.....but that isn’t going to happen.”

“Why not?”

“Because I am not gay?”

“Wanting to have sex with a man doesn’t make you gay. It just means you are curious. It happens to almost everyone.”

He shook his head. “I could never find someone to keep it to themselves. I am a Weasley, one of the oldest wizarding families.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

“What’s yours?”

“A long time ago, it used to be giving up my control to another person. But Harry and I have done that, so it just means that the bar has been raised.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that Harry has fulfilled almost every fantasy that I have ever had, so I have to keep thinking up new ones.”

He looked at her, frowning. “The two of you are really happy with each other.”

“Yes.”

“So, why me? Why seduce me?”

“Variety is the spice of life, Ron. And Harry and I do like our spices.” She leaned forward and began kissing his neck.

“Doesn’t that worry you?”

“Harry has used an expression to describe our marriage, and it fits. ‘A marriage, based on love, overshadowed by the lust that brought us together.’ And it’s true. Most people fall in love. We fell into lust. It was something safe for the both of us. We were both wary of letting people in, ourrts rts and our lives. Lust was something safe. Love came later, once we understood who we were, and what we wanted.”

“Sounds strange.”

She laughed. “It is. But we figured out that had we not married each other, but other people, we still would have come together in an affair, because we feed each other. Make no mistake, I would have been happy married nothnother man. But I still would have come back to Harry.”

“That’s scary when you think about how close you came to marrying my brother.”

She laughed again. “True. ve nve no doubt that he would not have understood. My father didn’t.”

Ron reached for her. “Enough about your weird marriage to my best friend. I want you again.”

“Good. Because I want you again.”
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Harry walked into his house, smiling. He had given his wife enough time to seduce Ron, and to get him used to the idea of an affair with her. Now, he wanted his part. He wanted to be there, and he was tired of waiting.

Walking silently up the stairs, he could hear the moaning coming from the bedroom. There were, after all, no silence charms on the bedroom.

He stood in front of the door, and listened, anticipation singing in him. Grasping the doorknob, he opened the door and stepped into the room, his smile breaking into a grin as he watched his best friend rutting on his wife’s slender body.

By the sound of her cries, she was getting ready to come, and he had a wicked thought. Walking over to the bed, he reached out and ruffled Ron’s hair. “Having a good time, Mate?”

Ron, who had been mindlessly caught up in his own lust, froze, his eyes meeting Harry’s and widening. With a cry, he catapulted off the bed, and stumbled back, reaching for his pants, and his wand.

Harry smiled at him, then leaned down and kissed his wife deeply. She was panting, her eyes disappointed, no doubt because she had been interrupted, just when she didn’t need to be. “Might I join you, love?”

His hand slid down her body, and into the sloppy wet that he found. Good, Ron had been doing his job properly. She was primed for a climax, and it didn’t take much for Harry to get her off.

She arched her back under him, and cried out. It was quick and Harry knew that she wasn’t finished yet. Standing up, whispering, “Good girl,” absently, he popped his wet fingers in his mouth, and turned tok bak back at Ron, who was clutching his wand to himself. Probably expecting Harry to kill him, or something equally stupid.

Looking back down at Lucky, he smiled. “Let me go get cleaned and and I will be right back, okay?”

She nodded, and panting sat up. Harry left the room, closing the bathroom door behind him.

“Ron?”

He looked at her, dazed.

“Ron, it’s okay.”

He still just stared at her. She sighed, and rolled on her side. “Harry?” She called “I think Ron is in a coma.”

“He’ll be okay.”

A few minutes later Ron was still staring at her, and the door to the bathroom opened. Harry walked out naked, and frowned when he saw Ron still on the floor.

“Did I interrupt his training?”

“No. I think he’s in shock.”

Harry shrugged and climbed on the bed, feeling the heat of her body. “Ron. It’s okay.”

“You aren’t going to kill me?”

It was the first thing he had said since Harry had come in the room. Lucky sighed, and parted her thighs for her husband. “Nope.”

“You aren’t going to kill me?”

“No, Ron. I want you to fuck my wife.”

“You aren’t going to kill me??”

Harry sighed and gave up playing with his wife reluctantly. “Ron if you say that one more time I will kill you. Nothing has gone on here tonight or the last time you were here that I did not know about and approve. Now would you just get up here and help me fuck my ?”
?”

Ron ducked his head and mumbled something that the Potters couldn’t hear.

“What was that Ron?” Harry was starting to worry about his friend.

Ron pushed himself against the wall and stood up. “I don’t think I can.” His eyes were closed and his head bent down so that his chin rested on his chest.

Lucky immediately saw what the problem was and rounded on her husband. “HARRY JAMES POTTER! Look what you and your idea of surprising him has done. Ron must have been scared out of his poor mind. Just look at him. He didn’t even get to come and yet look at his condition.”

“Now Lucky it is just temporary.”

“Damn right it is. And do you wanna know why it is temporary?”

Harry knew where her mind was going. This was a game that they had talked about but not this soon. “Lucky?“

“Ron come over here, lover.”

Ron took a shaky step toward the bed. Opening his eyes he took another step then was at the bed. He let her pull him down to sit next to her on the bed.

Lucky turned her eyes to her husband who was now standing beside her. “Harry this is your fault and you will fix it.”

“Lucky?” Harry sounded almost pleading.

“Harry you will get down on your knees and apologize to Ron this instant.”

Harry lowered himself to his knees and moved over in front of Ron. “I am sorry Ron. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“That’s ok Harry.” Ron was still in dazed and confused. This had to be the strangest night of his life. He had been spanked, and liked it. He had had hours of mind blowing sex with his best friends wife, been caught, and survived. Then found out that it had been planned. Now the three of them were naked in their bedroom and Harry was kneeling in front of him. For an instant the fantasy he had told Lucky ran into his mind then ran out just as fast. He had answered out of habit. He and Harry would apologize for something and the other would say it was ok and life would go on. This was getting surreal.

Lucky was not going to let this become any more real. “No Ron it is not ok. Harry you need to kiss up to Ron a bit I think.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Before the words could fully register to Ron Harry leaned in and softly kissed Ron’s knees. He scooted a little closer and kissed a few inches up on Ron’s leg. The fantasy was back, and Ron was growing more confused. Harry was kissing his way up his legs. Now he knew that he was dead. Harry had come home, found Ron in his wife and killed him. But why was he in heaven, with what he was doing when he died shouldn’t he be in some place warmer? Then hands moved Ron’s knees apart and Harry moved between them.

Here was the heat he had expected. It was coming out of Harry’s mouth and blowing across the part of Ron’s body that had sought to hide in a hopeless hope of surviving when he was killed. Only it was not a punishing heat it was a warming heat that had him relaxing. As Harry’s lips caressed Ron’s cock Lucky reached out and slipped a hand into Ron’s hair to tip his mouth for her kiss. Oh yeah he was dead and in heaven. As Lucky sucked on his tongue Harry opened his mouth and took Ron into it. The two of them sucked and licked almost in unison. Lucky kissed her way to Ron’s ear as he relaxed and let the pleasure flow through him. Harry was good at this he realized. Ron groaned when Harry purred with a mouth full of him.

Lucky giggled. “Ron I think you can fuck me now.”

“Oh yeah.” Ron sighed.

“Good Boy.” The Potters said in unison. Then they met each other’s eyes and started laughing.

“Whoa. You two need to work on that.”

“Ron,” Harry sighed, exasperated, “just fuck my wife.”

“Ummm....Yes, sir.”