What a Witch Needs

And the plot thickens (and so does Ron):

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Masterminds


Severus Snape quickly made his way to the headmaster’s office. The information he had pulled from Draco’s mind was too urgent to wait. He never before realized that Lucius was using the Slytherin House common room floo to hold meetings with his house. Snape berated himself for not being more aware of what was happening. He was surprised to see that the spiral staircase was already visible, and he wondered if someone was visiting Dumbledore’s office.

When he entered the office and looked around, he saw only Dumbledore sitting at his desk and stroking his beard in deep thought. “Come in, Severus. Have a seat please.”

“Sir,” began Snape, sitting down. “Your senses were right. There is a plot in Slytherin house. Somehow, Lucius held a meeting, with Draco’s aid I suppose, and has asked the students to scheme against the members of the D.A. They are to make it look like ‘accidents.’ The Dark Lord has promised rewards and prestige for this.”

“How have you discovered this?” Dumbledore asked.

Snape looked a little abashed. “I pulled the memories from Draco Malfoy. I was concerned. I was worried that, perhaps, Potter and Granger had said things to him that he shouldn’t know. I had to find out.”

“And what did you find?” Dumbledore asked.

“He knows Potter is a Dark Lord. He also knows where the members of the D.A. are meeting.”

“And?” prompted Dumbledore.

“It amazes me, I but think Draco has given his loyalty to Potter - as you had predicted,” Snape answered.

“What makes you sure?”

“There was a memory of Draco telling Potter that he would support him. But more importantly, I saw in his memories, that he has been stopping the plots by his fellow Slytherins inadvertently. Fortunately, Lucius had instructed the students to have all their plans approved by Draco first. I fear for the boy, however. Lucius will not take it well that his own son is going against him.”

“Hm,” Dumbledore cleared his throat. “We shall see. I may have to arrange a little meeting with Slytherin House myself. Tomorrow night, perhaps?”

“Yes, sir,” Snape replied. “I’ll make sure the students involved are present.”

“Very well,” Dumbledore answered. He studied Snape’s face and added, “I feel there is something else you wish to tell me?”

“There is something that I found in Draco’s memories, something which has triggered some memories from my own mind,” Snape admitted.

“Yes?”

“Somehow, Draco has knowledge of Miss Granger’s true parentage. It shocked me to see that she is… a Marlston,” Snape looked at Dumbledore with a bit of foreboding.

“Yes, Severus, I knew of that already,” Dumbledore replied.

“You did?” Snape said, surprised.

“Who do you think made the records available for her to find?” Dumbledore answered. “I planted the seed of her curiosity last year, and she did the rest.” Snape looked at him, dumbstruck. “I know what your thinking, Severus, but you do not have to be concerned. Miss Granger’s upbringing with her loving muggle family has shaped her into the conscientious young lady that she is today.”

“Why did you want her to know, headmaster? It doesn’t seem the type of knowledge she’d rejoice over,” Snape wondered.

“Oh, no, she doesn’t like it one bit,” chuckled Dumbledore. “But it was necessary, Severus. She, too, has an integral part to play in our fight against Voldemort.”

“You’re referring to Marlston Manor?” The same thought had been knocking at him since he had pulled the thoughts from Draco. “She’s the only one who can get access to it.”

Dumbledore smiled. “Yes, Severus, you’re starting to understand. From what I know, there is great power to found there. I don’t what it is, exactly, - an object, a landmark, something. But I do know that Marlston exists for a reason. You have been there, have you not?”

A shudder went through Snape as he replied, “Long ago.”

“Only blood will unlock the door of Marlston - and not just any blood will do. It must be the blood of a true Marlston. Hermione is the last of that line. I have done what I could for her, all these years. When her parents were killed in the war, I made sure she was taken where she would not be found. So many others would have used that poor infant to have access to Marlston and its power. I gave her a new identity, a new life.

Severus shook his head, “I don’t understand. Why would you let the truth be known now? Won’t she still be a target when she is revealed? The Dark Lord will destroy any obstacle to get his hands on Marlston, should he find out a Marlston still lives. If he harnesses the power contained there, then I cannot see how we can ever defeat him. He would be invincible.”

“A Dark Lord ‘will’ harness the power of Marlston, Severus, but it won’t be Voldemort,” Dumbledore said, quietly.

Snape gazed at Dumbledore, taking in his words and milling it around in his mind. “Yes, I see what you are thinking, sir. I must say, you should proceed with caution. Can we trust Potter with all that power at his disposal? He is arrogant enough!”

“I don’t see Harry as arrogant at all,” Dumbledore sighed. “You must put your memories of his father to rest, Severus. They are clouding your judgment of someone who could, very well, be the one to free you from servitude.”

Snape sighed and looked away. “It is difficult.”

“I understand,” Dumbledore said, gently. “But Harry is not James. He does not even remember James.”

Snape did not want to discuss this topic further. He carried on with the previous subject. “Can Miss Granger be convinced to help us?”

“I plan on speaking with her,” Dumbledore replied. “She is, however, ashamed of her heritage and does not want to be recognized as a Marlston. I can only hope that her desire to aid us in this war will be enough to convince her otherwise.”

OOOOOO

“Touch me, Ron,” whispered Lavender, breathily, as they lay on his bed. They had skipped Transfiguration in order to have the dorm room to themselves while Ron’s roommates were all in class. Lavender had already coaxed all of Ron’s clothes off and had thoroughly explored his body with her hands and mouth. She was anxious to bring their relationship to a new level as Ron was a bit too cautious for her taste.

Ron opened his eyes and looked at her, having just recovered from the excellent orgasm she had given him. He turned towards her on his side and placed his hand on her leg. Lavender had her top and bra off, and he had already suckled at her gorgeous breasts, but he had yet to touch her down below. He seemed hesitant.

“What’s the matter?” Lavender asked.

“It’s just… the last time I touched a girl… I think I hurt her,” Ron admitted. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hermione?” Lavender asked, gently, though she already knew the answer.

Ron nodded, his face reddening. “I think that’s when I blew it with her. I was too rough or something.”

Lavender ran her fingers down his chest. “How about I show you how I like to be touched?”

“Yeah?” Ron replied, his smile growing. “You are going to show me?” His cock jerked with anticipation at her words.

“Yes,” she purred. “First, take off my skirt and knickers for me, all right?” She lay on her back and smiled seductively at him.

Ron grinned, sitting up next to her. He positioned himself lower, next to her legs, and began pulling off her remaining clothing. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her little blonde curls down below. They matched the hair on her head. He was surprised when she lifted one leg and draped it over his shoulder, exposing her moist lower lips to his anxious view.

“First, I need to be good and wet,” she said, sliding her fingers down to her clit. Ron felt his breath quickening and his cock getting hard again. “Hmm…,” she moaned, sexily. “Ron can you help get me wet? I think some of your saliva will be just the thing.”

Ron lifted his eyes to her face in question, “You want me to lick it?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Don’t worry; you can’t hurt me with your tongue.”

Ron positioned himself between her legs and lowered his face. Lavender had spread her pussy lips apart with one of her hands and the memories of sucking on the peach came to his mind. He opened his mouth like he was going to take a bite and covered her clit. Then he brought his hot tongue sliding up her crevasse, causing her to jolt and exclaim, “Oh, yes, that’s really nice.” Ron felt encourage by her words and pressed his mouth further onto her, lapping at her clit over and over. He was disappointed when he felt her hand on his forehead, pushing him away. He wanted more.

“Now, I’ll show you how to touch me,” she explained. He sat up a little, breathing hard, eyes filled with lust, watching as she slid her fingers back onto her clit.

“It’s important that I’m wet before you do a lot of rubbing down here,” she smiled at his needy expression. Lavender stuck two fingers in her hole and brought up more moisture, rubbing it around her sensitive nub. Ron’s eyes followed the movement of her fingers from above her pussy. His lust was growing incredibly stronger and his cock was straining against the bed.

“Oh, fuck, Lav,” he rasped out, lowering his mouth over her moving fingers. Her other hand pushed his forehead back again.

“Not yet, Ron,” she said, “just watch.” She took one of her fingers and put it at the top of her clit. “This is twelve o’clock,” she said. “This is one o’clock and then two o’clock,” she explained further, moving her finger clockwise.

“I get it, I get it,” Ron growled in anticipation. “Just tell me what you want.”

“Dip your fingers in my hole and get them wet,” she said. Ron took two fingers and tentatively worked them into her.

“Is that o.k.?” he asked. He was afraid that he’d blow it with Lavender, just like he did with Hermione.

“Yes,” she breathed, “It feels great. Now pull that wetness up to twelve o’clock.” Ron complied as Lavender wiggled her hips in pleasure. “Now move around the clock Ron and if I start feeling dry in the least, go back and get some more wetness or, better yet, use your tongue.” Ron used his fingers for a few more moments but her scent was driving him wild and he preferred using his tongue. He pressed his mouth on her again with new confidence as she moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Anything else you want to teach me?” he hummed against her pussy.

“Yes,” she moaned. “When I’m this wet, it’s the perfect time to put your cock in me.”

He lifted his head up and looked at her flushed face. “Really?” he smiled.

“Really,” she replied, already pulling at his shoulders to get him into position.

Ron didn’t need any more prompting as he lifted himself back up and over her body. He pressed down on her and gave her a deep kiss while she wrapped her legs around his hips. His cock poked her wet core down below and she wiggled her body until his tip was positioned just right.

Placing a hand on his buttocks, she pressed him forward. “Do it, Ron. Go inside.” Ron pressed into her, groaning in sheer delight.

OOOOOO

Professor McGonagall handed back their last exam papers and strode to the front of the room while everyone looked over their marks. Two parchments were still left in her hand.

“Does anyone know where Mr. Weasley and Ms. Brown are today?” she asked.

Most of the Gryffindors knew that Ron and Lavender were most likely together somewhere and they looked at each other, grinning.

“Well?” asked McGonagall, again.

Seamus raised his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Finnegan?” the Professor said.

“Ron wasn’t feeling very well and Lavender took him to see Madam Pomfrey. I think he ate too many peaches,” Seamus explained.

Neville let out a spitting burst of laughter and then covered his mouth when McGonagall gave him a sharp look. “What’s so funny, Mr. Longbottom?” she asked, crossly.

“Nothing, Professor, sorry,” Neville replied, turning red with embarrassment.

“Then let’s get back to work,” she said, turning to gather her lesson book.

Light snickers from Ron’s roommates were stifled. Hermione looked at Harry’s face next to her as Harry tucked his chin and grinned.

“What’s so funny?” Hermione whispered.

“I’ll tell you later,” he smiled back.

OOOOOOOO

Yay! Ron got laid! LOL Hope you enjoyed this chappie. Let me know!