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“Gerremoffme!” he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, Hermione wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. Harry thought he heard a sob before it slammed.

Harry stared after her for a moment before Ron’s continued shouting caught his attention. He turned to look at the birds and wondered how best to sort them out.

“Impedimentia!” he decided. Along with Ron, the birds were temporarily frozen in their attack. He vanished them one by one as Ron’s face came unstuck. He had several cuts from the birds’ beaks, but Harry couldn’t feel too sorry for him at the moment. Before either of them could think of a response to Hermione’s actions, Lavender poked her head back into the room.

“Ron, where did you get to?” Her eyes widened. “What happened to your face?” She rushed into the room to examine him more closely. Harry moved quietly toward the door, hoping Ron wouldn’t miss his presence; this turned out to be untrue.

“You’re going?” Ron called incredulously.

“I thought you and Lavender might want to be alone,” Harry answered truthfully without turning.

“Quite right,” Lavender agreed audibly. Harry left them without saying anything further.

“Do you know anything for cuts?” Ron asked of Lavender, eyeing his own wand apprehensively and trying to think of a spell, but coming up short.

“I can have a try.” Ron tensed nervously. He did not know what spells she tried as she pointed nonverbally to his arms and face. “Well, the bleeding stopped anyway,” said Lavender hopefully.

Ron did not even have time to thank her before he found their lips mashed together once more.

“Lavender,” he pushed her back slightly. “At least let me get the door.” He aimed his wand, “Colloportus!”

“Good thinking,” she complimented. “Where did you learn that?”

“Oh, Hermione taught it to me,” said Ron offhandedly.

“Oh.” And Lavender stiffened briefly in Ron’s arms, but apparently decided against whatever she was going to say and leaned in for more kisses. Ron kissed back ardently, struggling to remember the few bits of wisdom Hermione had imparted to him concerning sex. One hand wrapped around Lavender’s waist and the other leapt immediately to her very nice breasts. They felt pleasantly malleable as he squeezed them and she groaned for him as his thumb rubbed over the spot where he guessed her nipple would be. Ron returned her groan enthusiastically as one of her hands began rubbing the bulge in his trousers.

“Let’s get naked!” Lavender insisted with a delightfully devilish smile on her face. Ron lost no time in divesting himself and then proceeded to aid Lavender in the undressing process. Her breasts gave a soft bounce as they were released from her bra. Lavender’s breasts were rather larger than Hermione’s; Ron tended to prefer smaller breasts, but Lavender’s were certainly not without merit. He squeezed them happily with both hands, distracted from his mission to help Lavender finish undressing. She sighed and bent to remove her skirt and knickers in one quick movement.

Stepping out of her clothes, Lavender wrapped her arms tightly around the back of Ron’s neck and kissed him passionately. Ron allowed her forceful tongue to keep charge of the situation while his hands continued to enjoy her soft breasts. She worked off her shoes and socks with her feet and then allowed her hands to range Ron’s firm shoulder blades. Ron moved the pair of them toward a large teacher’s desk near the back of the room.

“Mm,” Lavender interrupted, turning to check where he was headed. “At least conjure a cushion,” she demanded. Ron turned to retrieve his wand from among his discarded clothing. “Nice ass,” Lavender commented playfully as he bent over the clothes.

“Nice – everything,” he said as he turned to face her again; she giggled in response. Ron waved his wand and a thin uncomfortable-looking cushion appeared over the surface of the desk.

“It’ll do,” said Lavender, lying back and spreading her legs for him; Ron tried not to think about how naturally that motion seemed to come to her. He stared for a short moment at her perfectly bald mound before kneeling in front of her. His tongue lapped the length of her lips a few times.

“Oh my,” Lavender sighed in pleasure. It did not appear as though she had been expecting this treatment from Ron, but enjoyed it all the same. He pressed his tongue against her clitoris and she practically squealed as she squirmed. Ron was delighted by her reactions and continued to work his tongue back and forth over the straining nub. “Ohh Ron,” she moaned happily. “That’s wonderful!” she squeaked, sounding as though she had tried to inhale and exhale at the same time. He continued faithfully licking and her moans increased in volume.

“Dear God!” she shouted at one point, struggling to form words between bouts of heavy panting. “You are-” she gasped, “the perfect man.” And she inhaled sharply, hands now pushing against the back of Ron’s head. Ron grinned against her warm skin, enjoying both the compliment and the lusty gesture. “Oh!” She began squealing again. “Oh – oh – oh.” Ron slowed the movements of his tongue in a deliberately tantalizing way and Lavender screamed at the ceiling. Soon she was beating her fists on the cushioned desk and babbling even more indefinably than before. Ron stood after a moment and watched Lavender’s chest heaving in the aftermath of her orgasm; it was a wonderful sight to behold.

“That was gorgeous!” Lavender exclaimed.

“Has no one ever done that for you before?” Ron asked politely.

“Not a man,” Lavender said, smiling at Ron mischievously. Ron’s eyes widened at the images now appearing in his mind. “How did you get so good at that?”

“Instincts, I suppose,” Ron said, shrugging in what he hoped was a convincing way. Lavender decided not to push the issue. “Do you need a minute?” he asked.

“Fuck me, Ron!” Lavender commanded with as much lust as Ron had ever heard in a person’s voice.

“Your wish is my command.” He lined his erection up with Lavender’s moist center and thrust into her with one quick motion. Noticing no resistance, and deciding it was better not to ask why, Ron began a moderate thrusting pace. Lavender was wonderfully wet and Ron found himself aroused by the squelching noises their bodies were making. After a moment, Lavender began to add her own moans to the din of sound, also intensifying Ron’s arousal.

One minute he was lost in pleasure, and the next minute he began to get very nervous as he felt pressure rising in the head of his penis. For all her moaning and panting, Ron doubted that Lavender was as close to orgasm as he was. He tried to imagine things that might combat his pleasure: Hermione with Viktor Krum, Ginny with Dean, Snape with McGonagall. But nothing was distracting him from the sensation of being surrounded on all sides by Lavender.

“Lavender,” he tried to warn her, “I’m gonna-”

“Oh, not yet,” she pleaded.

“Sorry,” he grunted, losing track of whether he was supposed to breathing in or out. He felt his semen spurting out into Lavender’s well-lubricated tunnel. “Sorry,” he panted again, planting his hands on either side of Lavender for support. “Just-” he inhaled deeply, still catching his breath. “Just give me a minute or two. I’ll get you there.”

“That’s very,” she panted for time as she tried to think, “considerate,” she decided.

“Thanks,” Ron muttered, ears reddening slightly. He pulled out and sat on the desk next to her, still breathing like he had run a marathon. “Where’s your wand at?”

“Why?” Lavender asked, still lying on her back.

“Isn’t there some sort of Anti-Pregnancy Charm or something?” Ron could vividly recall Hermione telling him that there was some sort of charm.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” Lavender sat up quickly, sliding off the desk and rummaging through her discarded clothing. Ron watched as she inserted the tip of the wand into her opening and said “Semisi Detha!”

She crossed back to the desk and began another round of kissing. Ron’s flaccid member twitched responsively and he groped her breasts once more. Each of them had a hand on the desk, turned to fully face each other. Lavender’s free hand mimicked Ron’s, roving his chest, delighting in his firm pectoral muscles. As Lavender began moaning anew, Ron felt the blood returning to his penis, overriding the dull sensation of pain in the overused organ.

“Good,” Lavender noted with a glance at his stiffening rod. She climbed overtop of him, one leg on either side, and lowered herself toward his erection. Grasping the base with one hand, she re-inserted him and began moving her hips up and down his length. “Ahh,” said Lavender, somewhere between a moan and a sigh.

“God, you feel great, Lavender.” Ron lifted his head to lick her nipples as she continued to ride him with increasing speed. More delightfully wet sounds reached Ron’s ears and he groaned deeply. He tried to match her bouncing with thrusts of his own, but was having difficulty with her rhythm. Occasionally she would grind against his body, causing her inner walls to squirm most pleasurably around him.

“Ohh Ron!” She moaned as he sucked at her nipple. “Ooh! Ohh! OHHH!” He moved over to her other nipple, not wanting it to feel left out. “Oh yes, Ron! Yes, yes, yes!” Her volume was decreasing and she sounded like she was trying to calm herself. Ron gripped her waist with both hands and thrust into her as rapidly as he could manage.

“OH GOD!” she cried blissfully. “Yes! Ohh, I’m almost there! Fuck me, Ron! Fuck me good! OHHH!” Her groans were becoming animalistic and saturated with unrestrained lust. “AHHH!” Her teeth were clenched and her legs started shuddering. “OH-OH-OH-OH-OH-OH!” Her voice shook and she collapsed heavily against him. Ron continued thrusting rapidly for a short moment before releasing a second load of semen into the woman on top of him.

“Ahh God,” Lavender sighed heavily. She rolled off of Ron and laid next to him on the desk. Ron was not even aware of when he had stuck his legs out straight, but his heels bumped against the front of the desk with two muted thuds. Lavender’s fingers were now trailing lightly over Ron’s chest; he tried not to jump as she brushed over ticklish areas. Lavender seemed to have set her wand on the desktop as she was now inserting into her folds and performing the contraceptive charm a second time. Both hands were roaming Ron’s chest now, she hit a sensitive area just as someone knocked softly on the classroom door and Ron nearly jumped out of his skin. Lavender took it very calmly.

“Won-won,” she cooed; Ron fought a cringe. Someone whispered, “It’s me,” from the other side of the door. “How would you feel about a threesome?”

“With another girl, right?” Ron asked, eyeing the doorknob nervously as it rattled.

“Lavender, let me in,” said the voice on the other side of the door. Though they were still whispering, Ron thought it sounded like a girl.

“Yes, Ron.” Lavender sighed as she got off the desk and strode toward the door. Ron was temporarily stunned by her willingness to answer the door naked, but the door would not open from the inside either. “Lift the spell,” Lavender ordered from the doorway.

“Oh, right.” Ron looked around to see where he’d put his wand after conjuring that cushion for Lavender. He found it had rolled under the desk. Lavender stepped aside as he said, “Alohamora!”

The door opened and shut quickly as Parvati Patil hurried into the room.

“Looking good,” she said, eyeing Lavender’s naked form. “He’s looking a bit soft though,” she added with a glance at Ron.

“Colloportus!” mumbled Ron, locking the door again.

“And you’re looking a bit too dressed,” Lavender teased, dragging Parvati forward by the tie around her neck so that they were standing in front of Ron. “I think I can fix both problems,” she proclaimed happily.

Ron looked on in wonder as the two girls began passionately kissing each other. There was a moment where he wondered if they were playing up that passion for his benefit, but then he decided that he didn’t care if they were. Lavender was now unfastening Parvati’s tie while Parvati’s hands were flying down the buttons of her own shirt. Tie and shirt parted in unison from Parvati’s body, exposing a simple black bra. Ron felt a vague stirring in his nether regions as he watched this display and the dull ache in the neck of his length began to subside slightly.

Lavender’s hands worked under the back of Parvati’s skirt. Ron seated himself on the desk and continued to enjoy the show. Parvati kicked off her shoes as Lavender shimmied the skirt and knickers down her legs. Her bra hit the ground soon after and Ron stared hungrily at her naked body. Lavender moved down to Parvati’s neck and Ron felt his member twitch in response to the unrestrained moaning.

“Ohh, Lavender.” She glanced over at Ron with lust in her eyes. “We probably shouldn’t leave him out,” she said, nodding in his direction.

“You’re absolutely right,” Lavender agreed. The two of them moved to either side of Ron and he blushed slightly under Parvati’s appraising gaze. “I think we may need to suck his dick,” Lavender decided. “He still doesn’t seem quite ready.”

“I’m on board with that.” Parvati grinned devilishly as she got to her knees.

Lavender copied her. Ron groaned as their tongues passed along either side of his manhood. He was returning to full erection by the time they reached the head. Lavender wrapped her lips around him and Parvati’s tongue trailed back down his length. Ron couldn’t even decide on a proper groan to articulate his feelings as Parvati’s tongue teased his testicles. When they switched places Ron thought he may have liked it better the other way around. Lavender was a bit more aggressive with this sensitive area than he would have liked.

Lavender soon stopped and Ron wondered if they were switching places again. She tapped Parvati’s shoulder and then looked up at Ron.

“I think you’re hard enough now. Let’s have Parvati on the desk.” Ron hopped down and patiently waited to see what Lavender had in mind. “I want you to take me while I lick Lavender, okay?”

“Sure,” said Ron.

Lavender splayed her hands out on the desk and bent at the waist until she was level with Parvati’s smooth mound. Ron lined up behind Lavender and inserted himself once more into her warmth.

“Oh yeah, just like that,” Lavender half-whispered before leaning down to lap at Parvati’s folds.

“Ooh,” said Parvati, lying back over the surface of the desk. The room became fairly quiet but for a few grunts and groans as the three of them built up each other’s pleasure. “Ohh God!” Parvati’s voice rang out as Lavender hit a particularly sweet spot. Ron was not overly fond of Parvati’s rather deep moans, but he did enjoy the view of her breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. The whole premise of the threesome would have aroused him beyond the telling of it in happier times. Now however, Ron had a continuing soreness that was not fading in the presence of his erection this time and had been asked to stand as he worked toward his third orgasm.

Lavender sounded as though her third was giving her no trouble at all as she moaned against Parvati’s skin. Occasionally she would buck her hips against Ron and he would redouble his efforts. Ron and Lavender were dripping with sweat and his grip on her hips kept slipping. Parvati was now keeping up a near constant stream of moans and groans as her orgasm drew nearer. Ron started to feel the tension in the head of his penis again, but it was considerably less exciting this time around; he felt ready for a good night’s sleep.

“Lavender,” Ron grunted somewhat hoarsely. “Are you nearly there?”

“Nearly,” Lavender gasped, raising her head an inch or so. “Try and hold on.”

Strangely enough, holding on had become a much simpler task. Ron’s organ was exhausted and seemed to be in no hurry to expend more energy so soon. He continued to thrust at a slower lazier pace. Lavender bucked her hips impatiently against him, but he just let her carry on with it. Parvati seemed to be getting the most of the experience.

“Ahhh God, Lavender!” she shouted. “That’s it. That’s it. Right there, right there, right there.” Her erratic panting was slightly troubling. “Ohh. OHH!” She arched her back and pressed herself against Lavender’s mouth. “Ahhh.” After nearly thirty seconds, she slumped back down onto the desk, still panting.

“Lavender?” Ron asked again. Even in his weary state, he could not ignore the pleasure of being inside a woman for very long.

“A bit more,” she encouraged him, laying her head down on the ground now, but still working her hips frantically. “Come on.” It sounded like she was begging her body to reach the climax that seemed to be eluding her. “Come on, come on, come on!” she repeated with some frustration.

“Oh God.” Ron swallowed nervously as pleasure took center stage in his mind.

“Ohhh,” Lavender squealed. “Almost there!”

“Ahhh.” Ron lost control and felt three half-hearted spurts that comprised his orgasm.

“Nooo,” Lavender pouted, still trying to rock her hips against his rapidly softening manhood.

“I’ll get you there,” said Parvati, hopping up from the desk and walking around to Ron’s position. Ron withdrew himself and began hunting for his clothes, intent on heading to his bed as soon as possible. Parvati had now inserted two fingers into Lavender and was pumping them rapidly to the sound of appreciative moans. Ron felt more of the sore aching sensation as he pulled on his trousers over his limp, exhausted sex organ. Parvati’s fingers were all but a blur and Lavender’s moans were not enough to cover the loud squelching noises now. That sound did seem intriguing to Ron on a mental level, but he was too physically worn out to care.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lavender shrieked and writhed in pleasure. “Ohh come on! Oh, like that! Oh – oh – oh! Ohhhhhhh!”

Parvati’s fingers slowed and stopped as Lavender’s breathing leveled out. Ron was almost fully dressed before Lavender finally looked up at him.

“You’re going?” she asked with a slight pout of her bottom lip.

“I’m really tired,” Ron answered. “It was fantastic,” he assured her. “I’m looking forward to spending a lot more time with you. Just not before I get some sleep.”

“Oh.” Lavender was working up to a standing position now. She pecked his lips briefly and Ron noticed that even those were beginning to feel tired and chapped. “I guess I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, casting an eye around for her own clothes now.

“Yeah, night.” Ron muttered vaguely. “Alohamora!” he said once again and left in search of the comfort of his bed. He heard something sounded like Parvati and Lavender making plans for more similar meetings as the door swung shut behind him.