The Seduction
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,602
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Confronted
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 13 - Confronted
It continued on that vein for a few months. Every few weeks, Ron would get a message, simply saying, “Ovulating.” And he would stay at home.
He spent most of his time at the Potters, and they welcomed him with open arms.
After three months, he got a letter from Hermione. She wanted him to visit.
Frowning, he apparated to her house, to find her seated at her kitchen table, a pot of tea in front of her. “Hey, Ron.”
“Hermione.” He sat down across from her, and watched her. After the past few months with Lu he he wondered how he could have ever thought that any girl he slept with would get pregnant. After all, Harry and he had been pumping into Lucky nightly, and she still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Though that might have something to do with the Anti-Contraceptive potions she was taking.
“I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that I understand your fear. And that I have found out a way around it.”
“Oh?” She had brought him here to talk about sex. Hermione wanted to talk about sex.
“Yes. Lucky says she can make me a potion that will make it safe for us to have sex. She says that she has tested this potion quite thoroughly in the past few months, and that it works better then any charm.”
Oh, yeah. It worked. Ron knew that.
“Oh.”
“I have some. And I was wondering if you might like to stay the night?”
He was supposed to be at Hope’s Return tonight. It was spanking night. He really didn’t want to miss that. But on the other hand, this was Hermione.
“Mione, we haven’t been dating for four months. Isn’t this a little sudden?”
“Ron, we have dated for almost seven years. It’s time we start having sex. And I for one...what is that mark on your neck?”
Ron reached up and touched the spot she was staring at. Damn, Harry. He had this fascination with the bases of necks. Ron knew it was fading, since the last few days were Ovulating days, but it was still visible. “Nothing.”
“That looks like a Hicky!”
“Hermione-” Ron began, sensing she was going to get angry.
“YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE!!!”
He was silent. If he lied, she wouldn’t believe him, and if he told her the truth, she still wasn’t going to believe him.
“Who is it!!”
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“Harry and Lucky.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? Lucky and Harry?!?”
“Well.....Ummm......Yeah.” Ron was blushing.
“You had better explain yourself. NOW, Ron, re Ire I curse you three ways of Sunday.” Hermione had her arms folded across her chest, a no-nonsense look on her face.
Ron bit his lip, and began telling her everything.....well, almost everything. He was pretty sure that the Potters were pulling another one of their little mind fucks over on him, this time with Hermione. After all, why would Lucky have contacted Hermione about the damn potion?
After nearly an hour, the kitchen was silent. Ron was sitting, uncomfortable, waiting for Hermione to toss him out on his ear.
Hermione, instead, her face flushed, her eyes bright, simply asked, “Do you think they might mind if I joined you sometime?”
Ron’s jaw dropped. “You aren’t going to kick me out or hex me, or kill me?”
“Ron I love you and I love Harry and Lucky. Why would I be mad? The only thing I am mad at is that Lucky had to come to me and tell me why you never wanted to have sex with me.”
“Mione I wanted to, believe me I WANTED to. But well you know my family.”
“I know Ron. And I do understand that. What I don’t understand is why you would sleep with your best friend’s wife and not with me. I am quite upset about that.”
Ron could only think of one thing to say to that. He stood and walked to where Hermione was sitting, after pulling out her chair he knelt before her and lowered his head to her knees. “I am sorry Mione.” His eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief he looked up at her. “Would it make you feel better if you spanked me?”
Her eyes darkened “What do you mean?”
“Well tonight is spanking night at the Potters and I am sure Lucky would let you take over for her...”
Before he could finish Hermione was out of her chair “Let’s go.”
Warning: this chapter contains mild slash. Don’t like? Don’t read!
Chapter 13 - Confronted
It continued on that vein for a few months. Every few weeks, Ron would get a message, simply saying, “Ovulating.” And he would stay at home.
He spent most of his time at the Potters, and they welcomed him with open arms.
After three months, he got a letter from Hermione. She wanted him to visit.
Frowning, he apparated to her house, to find her seated at her kitchen table, a pot of tea in front of her. “Hey, Ron.”
“Hermione.” He sat down across from her, and watched her. After the past few months with Lu he he wondered how he could have ever thought that any girl he slept with would get pregnant. After all, Harry and he had been pumping into Lucky nightly, and she still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Though that might have something to do with the Anti-Contraceptive potions she was taking.
“I wanted to talk to you. I wanted to tell you that I understand your fear. And that I have found out a way around it.”
“Oh?” She had brought him here to talk about sex. Hermione wanted to talk about sex.
“Yes. Lucky says she can make me a potion that will make it safe for us to have sex. She says that she has tested this potion quite thoroughly in the past few months, and that it works better then any charm.”
Oh, yeah. It worked. Ron knew that.
“Oh.”
“I have some. And I was wondering if you might like to stay the night?”
He was supposed to be at Hope’s Return tonight. It was spanking night. He really didn’t want to miss that. But on the other hand, this was Hermione.
“Mione, we haven’t been dating for four months. Isn’t this a little sudden?”
“Ron, we have dated for almost seven years. It’s time we start having sex. And I for one...what is that mark on your neck?”
Ron reached up and touched the spot she was staring at. Damn, Harry. He had this fascination with the bases of necks. Ron knew it was fading, since the last few days were Ovulating days, but it was still visible. “Nothing.”
“That looks like a Hicky!”
“Hermione-” Ron began, sensing she was going to get angry.
“YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE!!!”
He was silent. If he lied, she wouldn’t believe him, and if he told her the truth, she still wasn’t going to believe him.
“Who is it!!”
“You wouldn’t believe me.”
“Try me.”
“Harry and Lucky.”
Her mouth dropped open. “What? Lucky and Harry?!?”
“Well.....Ummm......Yeah.” Ron was blushing.
“You had better explain yourself. NOW, Ron, re Ire I curse you three ways of Sunday.” Hermione had her arms folded across her chest, a no-nonsense look on her face.
Ron bit his lip, and began telling her everything.....well, almost everything. He was pretty sure that the Potters were pulling another one of their little mind fucks over on him, this time with Hermione. After all, why would Lucky have contacted Hermione about the damn potion?
After nearly an hour, the kitchen was silent. Ron was sitting, uncomfortable, waiting for Hermione to toss him out on his ear.
Hermione, instead, her face flushed, her eyes bright, simply asked, “Do you think they might mind if I joined you sometime?”
Ron’s jaw dropped. “You aren’t going to kick me out or hex me, or kill me?”
“Ron I love you and I love Harry and Lucky. Why would I be mad? The only thing I am mad at is that Lucky had to come to me and tell me why you never wanted to have sex with me.”
“Mione I wanted to, believe me I WANTED to. But well you know my family.”
“I know Ron. And I do understand that. What I don’t understand is why you would sleep with your best friend’s wife and not with me. I am quite upset about that.”
Ron could only think of one thing to say to that. He stood and walked to where Hermione was sitting, after pulling out her chair he knelt before her and lowered his head to her knees. “I am sorry Mione.” His eyes sparkling with a bit of mischief he looked up at her. “Would it make you feel better if you spanked me?”
Her eyes darkened “What do you mean?”
“Well tonight is spanking night at the Potters and I am sure Lucky would let you take over for her...”
Before he could finish Hermione was out of her chair “Let’s go.”