Potions and Parchment Match

“George does not have a daughter, Minerva! You should know that!” Molly said indignantly. “I think that I would know if he did!” Imagine one of her children fathering a child and not telling her about it! She would kill the boy who did that!

Minerva nodded. “I thought it was strange, but Kingsley was rattling on and he sounded so sure. I have no idea what he thought he heard, but he insisted that George was off to see his daughter.” Of course the man had been completely drunk off his rocker and wasn’t making much sense besides that.

“George would be the last of my son’s to do something so irresponsible. He has always been high spirited, but very considerate of others.”

Minerva tried not to roll her eyes. Those Weasley twins were terrors and everyone knew it. It wouldn’t surprise her if either one of them had gotten a girl pregnant. They were both known to like the witches. She figured if one of them had impregnated a witch she would have heard. They were both too well known for that to be covered up. After the war and the role that the Weasley family played in it, everyone who had snubbed them before now sought them out. “He definitely is high spirited. I remember when he and Fred set that dragon firework after Dolores Umbridge! You should have been there and seen her face!”

Molly laughed. “I wish that I could have! That nasty woman deserved everything that she got during the war. You know Fred and Harry both still have the scars on their hand from that cursed quill that she made them use!”

“She was a piece of work, that one!”

“Daughters are very rare in the Weasley family, you know. We had to try seven times to get one,” she said thinking about George with a daughter. “Anyway, would you care for some tea? I just put a pot on, and I have some wonderful cookies as well.”

“I could definitely go for a spot of tea. It’s been a long day. This marriage law is disrupting the school like you wouldn’t believe. The only thing anyone is thinking about is wedding plans and making sure it happens before the deadlines.”

“Have you heard that Ron and Harry are going to have a double wedding? That should be lovely. My two boys married together. Its luck that they were paired with witches that are best friends. They should be able to maintain their friendship that way. You know a woman always has a way of coming between an man and his best mate.”

Minerva nodded. “Isn’t that the truth. This is lovely tea, Molly, what is it?”

Molly beamed and sat down at the kitchen table next to her long time friend. “It’s a special blend that I make myself with herbs that I grow in my garden. I find it soothes my nerves.”

“I would love to purchase a canister of it from you if you have any to spare. I love the it!” she said taking another sip. “Its spicy with cinnamon, yet fruity and sweet. It has a flavor that I can’t quite place though,” she said thoughtfully.

“That’s my secret ingredient. That’s what makes it so calming. Another cookie, dear?”

“Oh just one more, thanks,” she said reaching for another sugar cookie. “So tell me Molly, how is the wedding plans going for Ginny’s wedding? Did the Zambini family come around to the new contract?”

“Yes, everything is worked out. Apparently, Blaise knew nothing about the first one that was sent over. Apparently Mrs. Zambini took it upon herself to modify it. He was appalled when Kingsley talked to him about it. Apparently it wasn’t he standard contract at all.”

“When did Kingsley speak with him?” she asked sharply.

“Yesterday,” Molly said unaware of the tension in her friend.

“Molly, I heard the most disturbing news from Kingsley!” she said with a gasp.

“Yes, you told me he said George fathered a child,” she snorted taking another bit of her cookie.

“No, besides that. He claimed that he was Blaise Zambini’s father!”

“No! Really? How did that happen?” Molly demanded.

Minerva snorted. “I would assume after seven children you would have figured that out,” she said dryly.

Molly chuckled. “I guess I stepped into that one! How did Kingsley and that vile witch hook up?”

“I don’t know, but he was sobbing about how his son would hate him for not claiming him sooner. Apparently he didn’t know until he saw Blaise in person. Apparently he must have recognized him.”

Both women were so lost in their gossip session they didn’t hear any noise on the back steps until the door flew open. There stood George with what looked to be two Muggles and a baby clutched in her arms. “Mum, meet Natalie, my daughter,” he said with a grin.

Draco and Hermione arrived at her parent’s home before lunch. Hermione and her mother were going to meet his mother and look for a wedding gown and he planned to speak with Ted regarding the marriage settlement. He felt awkward and uncomfortable in front of the man today. Just last night he had promised that he wasn’t going to seduce his daughter, that they had planned on abstaining until the wedding, and he then went back to the castle and shagged her on the floor of the prefects bathroom. He was disgusted with himself for not having more control. When Hermione sat up and told him to do it again he thought he had died and gone to heaven. She was so passionate and responsive. He knew that he would never tire of making love to her.

He had been worried that when they woke up this morning that she would be full of regrets, but he woke up to her luscious lips wrapped around his morning erection so he did what any bloke would do. He flipped her over on his back and fucked her until she was quivering beneath him and screaming his name. He then came; pouring his hot seed deep into her beautiful, wet pussy.

Draco shifted uncomfortably and tried to think of something besides this mornings adventure. He was getting hard again and he wasn’t wearing the right attire to hide it. He thought of Molly Weasley in a bikini bending down to water her plants. He let the visual take effect for a moment and smiled. There was nothing sexy about a matronly woman in a bikini.

“Draco, Mum and I are going to leave now. I don’t know how long we’ll be so if you want to just meet back at school that’s fine,” Hermione said smiling at him.

She was so beautiful. He didn’t know why he had never noticed it before. “Alright, love,” he said gently kissing her.

She beamed, kissed him back, hugged her father, and went out the door with her flustered mother behind her. “Hurry, Mum,” she called.

Ted watched the two interact with interest. He hadn’t seen his daughter this happy in so long it was almost out of character for her. “You’ve made her happy, son.”

Draco blushed. “I am trying. I want to make her the happiest witch ever,” he said honestly.

“It doesn’t bother you that she is a Muggle?”

“She’s not a Muggle, she’s a Muggle born witch. A Muggle is someone with no magical abilities. A Muggle born is someone born to Muggle parents. She is the brightest witch in the school, and she is very powerful. I won’t lie to you, Mr. Granger. A few years ago it would have mattered to me that she was a Muggle born. I used to call her “Mudblood” and several other vile slurs regarding her blood status. I was a product of my environment. I started spouting that crap when I was old enough to talk. My father was fanatical about pureblood status. He made sure to raise me to believe the same things.”

“What changed you?”

“The war did. I watched a maniac randomly kill people; small children even, just because they were not pureblood. He wanted everyone to believe that purebloods were superior because they were pure. The funny thing is though, he was a half blood. His father was a Muggle. I decided that I didn’t agree with his beliefs. I couldn’t randomly go out and kill someone just because of an accident of birth. I couldn’t perform curses and hex for no reason at all. I walked away from that life and almost died for it.”

“Where was your mother through all of this?” Ted had a hard time believing that a woman would watch this happen to her child and not step in.

“My father was a tyrant. He was abusive to us both. My mother protected me as much as she dared, but it meant her life as well. When the war ended and my father died, my mother and I felt freedom for the first time.”

“Well, it seems you have come a long way, young man. I know my daughter, and I know that she doesn’t trust easily. I can tell that she is falling in love with you, and that’s good enough for me. Now, lets figure out this business about the wedding and marriage settlements. I assume that your family has a tremendous amount of money?” he said with a raised eyebrow.

Draco grinned. “We are one of the wealthiest families in the Wizarding world. We could spend a fortune everyday and never run out of money.”

“I figured as much. A man has his pride however, Draco, and I insist on paying for the wedding.”

Draco nodded. “That is fine.” He knew that Ted was going to insist and he had been prepared for it. “My family has a few traditions regarding the witches that marry into the family. The family always buys the new bride her own home. The deed will be in her name alone. This will act as her dower house later. If something happens to me she will always have her own home. My mother, although she still lives at the Manor, has her own home. Tradition is that the current mistress turns the Manor over to the new bride on her wedding day. Hermione wants to finish school and pursue a career so mother will continue to run the manor.”

“You do know, Draco, that two women very rarely can live together in the same house? They will both fight for control.”

“I am aware of this. I really don’t think it will be a problem, as Hermione is not in the least bit interested in society and entertaining. That is my mother’s forte and I think that they are both relieved that the other doesn’t want any changes there. The manor is rather large, and you could go a month without ever seeing anyone if you chose to do so.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Ted snickered.

Draco laughed. “I have already talked to mother and she has agreed to move to her dower house if it becomes a problem. She is looking forward to grandchildren, and I have a feeling she will keep the peace so that she can be near them.”

Ted smiled. “I can’t imagine Hermione as a mother. She is still so young. I would be lying if I said I don’t relish the idea of a baby though.”

“Sir, why didn’t you and Jane ever have another child?”

“We tried for years, but it just never happened. We even went to a specialist who told us that there was no reason she couldn’t conceive. I guess it just was not meant to be.”

Draco nodded. “Hermione and I both hope to have a large family.”

“Sounds like you’ll need lots of children to fill up the Manor of yours.”

“Gods!” he said appalled. “I don’t want that large of a family. The Manor has forty-eight bedrooms alone!”

“Wow!” Ted whistled.

“Another tradition in my family is to settle a sum of money on the witch and then continue to give her a monthly amount. This way she has the freedom to do what she wants to do without having to answer to anyone. My father choose to ignore this tradition, but I have already done so.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the Gringotts passbook, handing it to Ted.

“Two Million Galleons?” he gasped in shock.

“Do you think she will need more?” Draco asked in concern.

Ted shook his head. “I think that she can manage nicely on this amount.” Obviously the boy was taking his responsibilities towards his future bride seriously.

“I want you to know that I will take an oath to always be faithful to Hermione. When a wizard takes an oath it is binding until either death or she releases me from that oath. I will never bring shame to our family.”

“I am sure that she will appreciate it. It sounds like you have thought this all out very carefully,” he said.

Draco nodded. “I have also planned a honeymoon to Switzerland. She has indicated that she loves skiing and my family owns a chalet there. We obviously can’t be gone very long because of school, but we shall be gone for a long weekend. I also have this for you and Jane,” he said handing Ted an envelope.

Ted opened it and stared in shock. “What’s this?” he gasped.

“Hermione said that Muggles do not have dowries and bride prices. She has agreed instead that I can give you a vacation. She called it stress relief after this quick wedding that your wife is planning.”

“Wow,” Ted whispered. In his hands he held tickets and travel documents to six weeks in Bora Bora. Jane would be ecstatic. It was her life long dream to visit Tahiti. “I don’t know what to say,” he said still in shock.

“Say nothing. Just enjoy it,” he grinned.

“Thank you, Draco.”

“It is my pleasure.”

“I have set up a savings account for Hermione’s education. It is no where near what you can provide for her, but I would like her to have it.”

Draco nodded. “You can transfer it into her account if you like.”

Ted didn’t know what to say. He was stunned by all that had been revealed to him. His daughter was going to be a very wealthy women in her own right, and her husband was obviously planning to take good care of her. He couldn’t have asked for more for his little girl.

“Shall we have a drink?” Ted asked.

Draco grinned. “Have you ever been to the Leaky Cauldron?”

“Just to pass through while taking Hermione shopping in Diagon Alley. We never actually stayed.”

“Let’s go there and have a drink or two. The women will shop for hours and I find that I don’t want to go back to the castle alone.”

Ted nodded. “Let me grab my coat. Shall I drive?”

Draco grinned. “Have you ever apparated with Hermione?”

Ted’s eyes widened. “Never, but I want to,” he said grinning.

“Then grab your coat, and we shall do so!”

A moment later the two disappeared with a pop.


“So why are we here, Harry?” Ron asked again.

“I told you, the girls have a surprise for us,” he said standing in the hall where the room of requirement was. “Pansy said that they would open the door for us to just wait a few minutes.”

“What do you suppose they’re up to? You know that you can’t trust a Slytherin, Harry.”

Harry sighed in exasperation. “Ron, we are both about to marry Slytherin’s. Your sister is about to marry a Slytherin. Our best friend is about to marry a Slytherin. Perhaps it’s time for you to get over this dislike you have of Slytherin’s. You can’t hate someone just because they are part of the Slytherin house.”

“Every death eater came from there, Harry!” he complained.

“You’re being an idiot, Ron. What about Peter Pettigrew? He was a Gryffindor! Bad comes from all the houses. It’s time to let it go. The war is over and you can’t continue to live in the past. If you do, your life will be miserable. If I were you I would make an effort to get along with your future wife and forget about the past!”

Ron thought for a moment and frowned. “It’s easy for you to say the words, but can you forget everything that they have done? What Voldemort did to you and your family?”

“Ron! Voldemort is dead, and so is my family! It’s over and done with! I can’t change it, I can’t bring them back! The only thing that I can do is live my life now! I have a chance to be happy with Pansy, and I’m going to take that chance and give it all I’ve got! You can continue to live in the past, but I won’t be there with you!” he shouted.

Pansy stood in the doorway listening to the conversation between the two friends. “Well said, Harry.” She looked at Ron who stood pouting. “Go in, Ron, Harry and I will be a moment. I want to talk to him,” she said glaring at the blushing red head.

Ron muttered something under his breath, glared back at her, and then went into the room. As he passed through the door way the door disappeared behind him.

“Pansy, the door!” Harry said quickly running towards the area the door had been.

She smiled. “Millie has a surprise planned for him.”

“Oh gods!” Harry said. Ron was going to kill him for being a part of this.

When Ron stepped into the room he didn’t notice the door disappearing behind him as he was so enthralled by what was before him. He saw a room designed for sexual escapades. Before he knew what was happening, he felt his clothes disappear and he found himself with his arms tied above his head and his feet spread and tied to posts. “What the bloody hell?” he shouted.

“Relax, Ron. I’m just proving to you that I always keep my word,” he heard a feminine voice purr from behind.

“Who the hell are you?” he demanded as he felt a light touch go down his spine to his arse.

“Who do you think it is, lover?” she whispered next to his ear. She slipped her hand around and fondled his erect nipple.

Ron tried to spin around to see who was behind him, but the ropes were to tight and didn’t leave him any room. “Damn it, let me down!” he shouted.

She ran her hand across his strong abs and went lower to his flaccid penis. She took it in her hand and lightly stroked it. “What’s wrong, Ron, are you afraid?”

He immediately felt his body respond. Her light touch and her sultry voice were a turn on, and the fact that he was tied up made it all the better. He felt her warm breath next to his ear and then shivered when her tongue ran along his earlobe and down the side of his neck. “You taste yummy, darling,” she purred.

Ron groaned. He desperately wanted to see who it was. “Please, show me who you are,” he said.

“Before we are done, you will know who your master is,” she said softly.

“Master! I bow to nobody!” he shouted.

“Oh, but you will bow to me. I will have your body so heavy with need for me that you will give in, in the end. You will call me master before this night is through. Don’t worry, Ron, I only want to be your master in the bedroom.”

He felt her hand cup his heavy sac in the front and another hand slip between his firm arse cheeks in the back. He groaned in pleasure when she inserted a finger inside of him. He always enjoyed having his arse played with.

“Do you enjoy that?”

“Yes,” he hissed as she went deeper.

“Yes, master,” she corrected.

He ignored her, instead concentrating on the feelings that she was bringing to him. She abruptly stopped and pulled her finger from his warm hole. “Don’t stop,” he demanded.

“Who am I, Ron?”

“How the bloody hell do I know!” he exploded in frustration.

“I am your master,” she whispered biting his earlobe. She flicked her wand and a blindfold was across his eyes.

“What the hell! Take this off! I can’t see!” he cried.

“That’s the point, darling.” She walked around to the front of him and rubbed her heavy naked breast across his chest. “Can you feel me, Ron?” She pushed her pelvis against his proud erection and he moaned.

“Yes,” he hissed. He wanted to feel more of her lush body against him.

She took one of his nipples in her mouth and bit making him cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She then treated the other to the same routine. She rubbed her hand down his body and took his cock and stoked it. She rubbed her thumb over his already weeping head and smiled. “Do you like this?”

“God’s yes!”

“Yes, what?” she demanded.

Again he was silent.

She smiled. “I guess that you need a lesson in manners, darling.” She walked behind him and smacked him hard on the arse.

“Ouch!” he shouted. “That hurt!” It was more of surprise than anything else.

“No it didn’t, but it will if you don’t learn your manners.”

She walked around him yet again and kneeled down in front of him. She put her hands on both of his thighs and leaned forward taking his large member into her hot mouth.

“Yes!” Ron cried when felt her wet mouth on his cock. He tried to thrust his hips forward to make her take him deeper but she was having none of it.

She kept him pinned where she wanted him and continued to stroke him with her tongue. She reached under him and once again cupped his balls in her hand. She gently fondled them as her mouth worked his cock. She took him in and out of her hot mouth slowly pushing him to the end of him limits. She gently ran her teeth over his head and felt the veins down the side of his cock pulsate. She pulled away and stood up. She leaned into him and rubbed her hard nipples against his chest. “Did you like how that felt?” she asked.

Ron was sweat profusely. He was dying and he didn’t want it to ever end. She was incredible with her hot little mouth and he wanted to thrust deep down her throat spilling his hot seed there. “More, don’t stop!” he cried. He had been so close and then she pulled away.

“More what?” she demanded.

“Suck my cock more!” he shouted.

“Still a naughty boy, aren’t you, Ron? Perhaps you need more punishment?”

He felt his heart rate speed up in anticipation of her hands slapping his arse again. He had never been so aroused in his entire life. He wished that he could see who this temptress was. “Punish me, baby!” he demanded with a grin. His entire body jerked when he felt the hard slap across his arse. This time it was twice as sharp as the last. Before he could catch his breath she did it again.

“More what, darling?” she purred again against his ear. She took a finger and again inserted into his arse. She reached around and firmly squeezed his balls until she heard his gasp of pleasure and pain.

“Please, don’t stop!” he shouted.

She immediately withdrew her finger and let go of his balls. She walked up to him and kissed him deeply on the mouth, thrusting her tongue inside of his mouth, demanding that he participate in the heated kiss. She pressed herself against him and heard him groan. She immediately stepped back.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Ron,” she said.

“Suck my cock!” he shouted, refusing to give in.

She flicked her wand and a chair was beneath him. His arms and legs were still tied, but he was now sitting. She touched her wet folds and decided it was time to see to her needs. She straddled him taking his cock deep inside of her tight, wet sheath. She moaned at the same time that he groaned. She felt his thick cock stretch her completely and she grinned. If nothing else, the idiot was well endowed.

She slowly raised herself up until he barely rested inside of her and then slammed back down. She did this several times arousing both of them. She could hear his quick gasps of air and knew that he was again on the verge of coming. She pulled herself off of him and smiled at his look of dismay. “What do you want?”

“You, I want you to ride me!” he cried desperately.

“Tell me what I want to hear,” she softly whispered.

He remained silent refusing to give in. She let him sit there for a moment battling with himself and then again went to him.

“Do you want me to burry your cock deep into my dripping wet pussy?” she demanded.

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to take you deep down my throat where you can come and I can swallow every last drop?”

“Please!” he moaned.

“Do you want me to ride your cock as its buried deep in my tight arse?”

“Yes, or fuck yes!” he shouted.

“Then tell me, Ron, tell me what I want to hear!” she shouted back.

“Fuck me master, please, just fuck me!” he cried.

She immediately straddled him again and rode him hard until they both were screaming out their release. She felt his hot cum spurt deep inside of her and she grinned. She knew that neither of them would ever forget this night. She leaned forward and removed his blindfold.

He blinked several times and then gasped. “Millie!” he cried in awe.

“Yes, Ron?”

He looked at her heavy full breasts just a fraction of an inch from his mouth and moaned. He loved big breasts. “Marry me tomorrow,” he demanded. He didn’t want to wait another day to have her again.

Millie grinned. Pansy had been right again.




A/N:
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