The Family Jewels
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Smells like teen spirit
Chapter 26
Smells like teen spirit
Pansy Parkinson was getting frustrated. She remembered every detail of the first night she had spent in Ron Weasley’s arms. Sometimes she would think about certain moments with great concentration. She was having to settle for the memories because Ron hadn’t made a move to touch her below the waist since they argued by the lake on their first date. It seemed that the closer she and Ron got, the less he wanted to touch her, taste her, make love to her. ‘I’m thinking about it again,’ she thought exasperatedly, ‘I must be a masochist.’
Ron smiled at her across the table in the library, wondering why she was frowning. ‘I haven’t done anything to make her angry, have I?’ he thought. “Pansy, is everything all right, love?” he asked.
“Um, yes. No,” she said.
Ron’s smile widened, “Which is it?”
“Ron, I can’t concentrate, can we go somewhere else?” Pansy asked, standing up and gathering her things.
“Of course. I thought you’d never ask.” Ron was always ready to do anything but study.
Once her bag was packed, he swung it over his shoulder along with his and held out his hand for her to take. To any observers, he seemed to be the perfect boyfriend, considerate, attentive, sweet. ‘Maybe I should just jump him,’ she thought wryly.
They walked out on the grounds, and Pansy led him toward the Forbidden Forest. “Ron, do you like me?”
He didn’t even sigh, although she had asked him this several times. “I like you very much Pansy. You can tell me if something is bothering you, love,”
“Do you find me attractive?” Pansy asked. Now this was a new question, maybe they were finally going to get somewhere.
Ron took a deep breath. “Sometimes it’s all I can do not to throw you down and rip your clothes off,” he said, blushing.
“No one is stopping you, sweets,” she said, stopping and reaching up to put her hands around his neck.
“But, I thought…you said…that’s all guys wanted from you,” Ron was having trouble meeting her eyes.
“But not you, Ronnie. It’s not all you want from me, and I want to have it all with you. Yes, I want you to hold my hand and walk me to class but I also want you to tear my clothes off and make love to me.”
“Thank Merlin. My right hand was getting mighty sore from remembering that first night with you.” Ron drew her into a deep hug, running his hands up and down her back.
“Mine too,” Pansy admitted in a small voice.
“Really, girls, um, do that too?” Ron was embarrassed.
“Of course. I have needs, too, you know,” Pansy looked at him with an unspoken challenge in her eyes.
“Would you like me to help you out with that?” Ron quickly conjured a blanket, and laid down on it, pulling her on top of him. Pansy traced his mouth with her tongue while her hands pushed up his jumper. Ron captured her tongue in his mouth, sucking it in and growling in his throat.
He held her hips on top of him, moving her back and forth across his hardening cock. She gave him a flirtatious smile as she sat up and pulled her jumper over her head and unfastened her bra. An awed expression crossed over his face as his hands moved up to hold the weight of her breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Pansy. Want you so much.” One of his legs shifted, and she found herself overbalancing so that she fell across him. “Hmmm, how did that happen?” Ron asked as his hands moved her higher over him so that her nipples hung down over his mouth. He began to lick the tips of her breasts with just the tiniest little swipes of his tongue. Pansy began to move her jeans covered pussy over his crotch with more purpose. If he wanted to tease, he was no match for her!
She braced her hands on either side of his head when he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deeply. Ron’s trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight as he seemed to get harder by the second. Pansy’s breath caught in her throat, and Ron thought it was possible that she was going to come just from what they had been doing. His hand found his wand next to them and with an “Evanesco”, they were naked. They were in a fairly secluded place, but he didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. With a swift move, she was under him, and he slid an exploring finger into her entrance to test her readiness for him. He balanced on his hands as he lowered his body over hers.
“Inside me,” was all she said before she adjusted her position so that she captured the tip of his cock without using her hands. Ron slid into her and the welcoming warmth and wetness made his head spin. He started to move within her at a steady pace.
“Harder. Please harder. I want to come,” Pansy said as she looked up at him.
Ron was reciting the twelve uses for dragon blood in his mind to keep from doing that very thing, but he sped up his movements until his balls were slapping against her with every stroke. Ron thought that he was supposed to touch her clit to make her come, but she held his body close to her as they moved together. Her climax began from deep inside, and she grasped his arse with both hands to pull him as deep as possible, using his weight to draw out her orgasm.
Ron didn’t need to ask her if she had come, although she hadn’t made a sound. Her movements under him stilled, and he wondered if he was supposed to stop. “Don’t do that,” she instructed, “it can last for a long time if you keep moving.”
Ron continued to thrust into her, going as fast and deep as he could. He had thought that she was finished, but his deep movements were now matched with her hips. He could see the tension in Pansy’s face begin to wind up again, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came, and was surprised to feel Pansy’s muscles clench against him again. Her face was now a mask of abject pleasure, and she was trying to moan and gasp for breath at the same time. Ron gently caressed her lower lip with his thumb. “Twice, huh?” he asked her.
“Don’t get cocky, Ronald, it’s unbecoming.” Now that was the Pureblood Slytherin he knew and loved. ‘Wait a second, loved?’ he thought to himself.
“I thought you liked my cock,” Ron said as he held her close.
“Oh I do, I do,” Pansy hugged him back.
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Blaise sat in the stands watching the Slytherin Quidditch team practice. They had less than a week before the match with Gryffindor, and Theo Nott was still in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had mended the broken bone easily enough, but there had been some muscle and tendon damage from the compound fracture. She was still fussing over him, and Blaise was getting worried. It was said that every day spent in a hospital bed required two to recover.
Blaise had not forgotten his side bet with Hermione, and he wanted to win this wager very badly. Telling Potter that he was the best Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen didn’t bother him in the least. Anything sounds like a lie if you only say it sincerely enough. No, Blaise had a gift for Hermione, one that couldn’t be hidden under her clothes, and she had promised to never take it off if Slytherin won on Saturday. He removed a small black velvet box from his pocket and opened it. ‘Draco, don’t let me down,’ he thought.
Perhaps Professor Snape would be willing to take an interest in helping get Nott out of bed. Blaise was sure that he wanted to beat Gryffindor as much as he did.
Blaise knocked on Snape’s door again, after checking all the places he thought he could have been. This time, however, an imperious “Come” was spoken in response to his knock.
Blaise opened the door to find Professor Snape brushing the ash off his clothes, having obviously just Flooed back into the castle. Blaise explained the situation with the Quidditch team to him, and he had been assured that Snape would head up to the Hospital Wing momentarily.
“Sir?” Blaise asked, a small smile playing around his lips.
“Yes, Mister Zabini,” Snape looked up at him from the cabinet he was rummaging through.
“Sir, you seem to have some lipstick on your cheek.” Blaise had a full-on smirk now.
“GET OUT IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU,” Snape thundered at him.
“Yes, Professor,” Blaise said, closing the door very quietly behind him.
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A/N – I have gotten very little response for my last few chapters. Are you not enjoying the current direction of the story? I’m not saying that I will change anything, I am just curious. Please leave me a review to let me know what you think.
Smells like teen spirit
Pansy Parkinson was getting frustrated. She remembered every detail of the first night she had spent in Ron Weasley’s arms. Sometimes she would think about certain moments with great concentration. She was having to settle for the memories because Ron hadn’t made a move to touch her below the waist since they argued by the lake on their first date. It seemed that the closer she and Ron got, the less he wanted to touch her, taste her, make love to her. ‘I’m thinking about it again,’ she thought exasperatedly, ‘I must be a masochist.’
Ron smiled at her across the table in the library, wondering why she was frowning. ‘I haven’t done anything to make her angry, have I?’ he thought. “Pansy, is everything all right, love?” he asked.
“Um, yes. No,” she said.
Ron’s smile widened, “Which is it?”
“Ron, I can’t concentrate, can we go somewhere else?” Pansy asked, standing up and gathering her things.
“Of course. I thought you’d never ask.” Ron was always ready to do anything but study.
Once her bag was packed, he swung it over his shoulder along with his and held out his hand for her to take. To any observers, he seemed to be the perfect boyfriend, considerate, attentive, sweet. ‘Maybe I should just jump him,’ she thought wryly.
They walked out on the grounds, and Pansy led him toward the Forbidden Forest. “Ron, do you like me?”
He didn’t even sigh, although she had asked him this several times. “I like you very much Pansy. You can tell me if something is bothering you, love,”
“Do you find me attractive?” Pansy asked. Now this was a new question, maybe they were finally going to get somewhere.
Ron took a deep breath. “Sometimes it’s all I can do not to throw you down and rip your clothes off,” he said, blushing.
“No one is stopping you, sweets,” she said, stopping and reaching up to put her hands around his neck.
“But, I thought…you said…that’s all guys wanted from you,” Ron was having trouble meeting her eyes.
“But not you, Ronnie. It’s not all you want from me, and I want to have it all with you. Yes, I want you to hold my hand and walk me to class but I also want you to tear my clothes off and make love to me.”
“Thank Merlin. My right hand was getting mighty sore from remembering that first night with you.” Ron drew her into a deep hug, running his hands up and down her back.
“Mine too,” Pansy admitted in a small voice.
“Really, girls, um, do that too?” Ron was embarrassed.
“Of course. I have needs, too, you know,” Pansy looked at him with an unspoken challenge in her eyes.
“Would you like me to help you out with that?” Ron quickly conjured a blanket, and laid down on it, pulling her on top of him. Pansy traced his mouth with her tongue while her hands pushed up his jumper. Ron captured her tongue in his mouth, sucking it in and growling in his throat.
He held her hips on top of him, moving her back and forth across his hardening cock. She gave him a flirtatious smile as she sat up and pulled her jumper over her head and unfastened her bra. An awed expression crossed over his face as his hands moved up to hold the weight of her breasts. “You’re so beautiful, Pansy. Want you so much.” One of his legs shifted, and she found herself overbalancing so that she fell across him. “Hmmm, how did that happen?” Ron asked as his hands moved her higher over him so that her nipples hung down over his mouth. He began to lick the tips of her breasts with just the tiniest little swipes of his tongue. Pansy began to move her jeans covered pussy over his crotch with more purpose. If he wanted to tease, he was no match for her!
She braced her hands on either side of his head when he drew one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking it deeply. Ron’s trousers were becoming uncomfortably tight as he seemed to get harder by the second. Pansy’s breath caught in her throat, and Ron thought it was possible that she was going to come just from what they had been doing. His hand found his wand next to them and with an “Evanesco”, they were naked. They were in a fairly secluded place, but he didn’t want anyone else to see her like this. With a swift move, she was under him, and he slid an exploring finger into her entrance to test her readiness for him. He balanced on his hands as he lowered his body over hers.
“Inside me,” was all she said before she adjusted her position so that she captured the tip of his cock without using her hands. Ron slid into her and the welcoming warmth and wetness made his head spin. He started to move within her at a steady pace.
“Harder. Please harder. I want to come,” Pansy said as she looked up at him.
Ron was reciting the twelve uses for dragon blood in his mind to keep from doing that very thing, but he sped up his movements until his balls were slapping against her with every stroke. Ron thought that he was supposed to touch her clit to make her come, but she held his body close to her as they moved together. Her climax began from deep inside, and she grasped his arse with both hands to pull him as deep as possible, using his weight to draw out her orgasm.
Ron didn’t need to ask her if she had come, although she hadn’t made a sound. Her movements under him stilled, and he wondered if he was supposed to stop. “Don’t do that,” she instructed, “it can last for a long time if you keep moving.”
Ron continued to thrust into her, going as fast and deep as he could. He had thought that she was finished, but his deep movements were now matched with her hips. He could see the tension in Pansy’s face begin to wind up again, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He came, and was surprised to feel Pansy’s muscles clench against him again. Her face was now a mask of abject pleasure, and she was trying to moan and gasp for breath at the same time. Ron gently caressed her lower lip with his thumb. “Twice, huh?” he asked her.
“Don’t get cocky, Ronald, it’s unbecoming.” Now that was the Pureblood Slytherin he knew and loved. ‘Wait a second, loved?’ he thought to himself.
“I thought you liked my cock,” Ron said as he held her close.
“Oh I do, I do,” Pansy hugged him back.
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Blaise sat in the stands watching the Slytherin Quidditch team practice. They had less than a week before the match with Gryffindor, and Theo Nott was still in the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey had mended the broken bone easily enough, but there had been some muscle and tendon damage from the compound fracture. She was still fussing over him, and Blaise was getting worried. It was said that every day spent in a hospital bed required two to recover.
Blaise had not forgotten his side bet with Hermione, and he wanted to win this wager very badly. Telling Potter that he was the best Seeker Hogwarts has ever seen didn’t bother him in the least. Anything sounds like a lie if you only say it sincerely enough. No, Blaise had a gift for Hermione, one that couldn’t be hidden under her clothes, and she had promised to never take it off if Slytherin won on Saturday. He removed a small black velvet box from his pocket and opened it. ‘Draco, don’t let me down,’ he thought.
Perhaps Professor Snape would be willing to take an interest in helping get Nott out of bed. Blaise was sure that he wanted to beat Gryffindor as much as he did.
Blaise knocked on Snape’s door again, after checking all the places he thought he could have been. This time, however, an imperious “Come” was spoken in response to his knock.
Blaise opened the door to find Professor Snape brushing the ash off his clothes, having obviously just Flooed back into the castle. Blaise explained the situation with the Quidditch team to him, and he had been assured that Snape would head up to the Hospital Wing momentarily.
“Sir?” Blaise asked, a small smile playing around his lips.
“Yes, Mister Zabini,” Snape looked up at him from the cabinet he was rummaging through.
“Sir, you seem to have some lipstick on your cheek.” Blaise had a full-on smirk now.
“GET OUT IF YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOOD FOR YOU,” Snape thundered at him.
“Yes, Professor,” Blaise said, closing the door very quietly behind him.
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A/N – I have gotten very little response for my last few chapters. Are you not enjoying the current direction of the story? I’m not saying that I will change anything, I am just curious. Please leave me a review to let me know what you think.