Pornography

NOTE: Sorry for not updating the story for an extremely long time (long enough for even its biggest supporters to probably lose interest). But you know, it\'s senior year in high school, so they\'re really pounding the homework on us, so I haven\'t been able to write anything for a while. Many many thanks for all your support and positive reviews. Believe me, after reading them, I\'m definitely gonna finish this story! Now, for Chapter 3 of \"Pornography\". . . Enjoy.



\" \'Mione! Come on, this is stupid!\"

Ron slammed his fist against the wall in frustration as the girl walked swiftly away without so much as a glance in his direction. It had been several days since the \"incident\", and every time he approached her, she made a concerted effort to ignore him. Outwardly Ron tried to maintain a calm demeanour, but every one knew he was crumbling inside. He couldn\'t believe this was happening to him. Hermione, his friend for so long, whom he had loved so much, was now treating him like he was a piece of shit cluttering up her space. How could she be so cruel, so callous, so cold?

\"Man, I really don\'t know what to tell you, Ron,\" mused Harry as he and Ron sat in the Great Hall, where Ron was spilling his guts to his best friend. \"I always thought Hermione was a fairly level-headed young witch, you know? But I\'m going to tell you,\" he continued as he shovelled a forkful of Merlin-knew-what into his mouth, \"Hogwarts girls are known for being, well, cold as ice, frankly.\"

\"What do you mean?\" sighed Ron wearily.

\"Okay, let me provide you with a counterexample first,\" said Harry, clearing his throat. \"Look at L\'Ecole de Sorcellerie in France. Now, there\'s a wizarding school where the girls are really randy all the time, or so I\'ve been told. They masturbate, they give blowjobs...hell, mate, even the official school uniform has shorter skirts!\" Harry paused for a second as he stared into space, snapping out of it after Ron coughed. \"Sorry. But anyway, look at Hogwarts. Yeah, you see girls going out with guys all the time. But trust me, none of them seem really interested in guys, to tell you the truth. And if they are, they always flock to pricks like Malfoy,\" he growled, pointing darkly to the blond Slytherin who was passing the Gryffindor table at the moment.

\"Look at him,\" said Neville with a dismissive tone. \"Always with a token bitch on his arm.\"

The three descended into thoughtful, depressed, silence. All of a sudden, they heard a voice scream, \"MAIL CALL!!!\" A plethora of owls swarmed into the hall, bombing the tables with heaps of letters. After the initial shock, Ron was looking for his spoon when a thick envelope dropped onto the table in front of him with a resounding THUD.

\"Whatcha got there, Ron?\" asked Harry, glancing at the envelope curiously. With a shrug, Ron picked up the envelope and examined the return address. If it was another screamer from his mother, he really did think he was going to cry. But the names were written clearly: \"FRED AND GEORGE WEASLEY.\"

\"It\'s from Fred and George,\" he said to Harry as he ripped at the sides of the envelope. \"Must be a reply to the owl I sent them a few days ago. Wonder how business is at the joke shop these days...\" Finally, he opened the envelope and reached inside. Feeling a piece of paper, he pulled it out and started reading a messily-scrawled letter.

Hey Little Brother!

This year, more than ever, the practical joke business is going to be big, Big, BIG. Right now we\'re working on a line of products for sexually frustrated teen male wizards. Our personal favourite is the Blue Ball, which is like a gumball, but when you chew it, it gets rid of those aching feelings you get down there from some young tease! Hope to send you a free sample soon, Ron.

Sorry to hear about the troubles with your lady friend, by the way. While we can\'t send you the Blue Ball yet, we did includeittlittle something that might make being dumped a lot easier on you. All the best, mate!

Fred & George

\"Hmm...\" thought Ron with a note of curiosity. Finding the envelope again, he turned it upside down and spilled the remaining content into his lap. It was...a couple of magazines. But not just any magazines. No, these appeared to be one of the more, well, provocative titles available. Specifically, Fred and George had sent him a few copies of Hot Slutty Witches magazine. The cover of the ones he was holding showed, respectively, a nude young blonde witch with large breasts bending over a cauldron, and, on the next one, two naked witches using a large wand in a somewhat different manner than he was used to.

\"Interesting choof rof reading material there, Weasley.\" The cold voice sent shivers down his spine. Ron quickly threw the magazines under the table and turned towards Draco. \"Shut your mouth, Malfoy.\"

\"Weasley, I never tire of your consistently original and devastating comebacks,\" smirked Draco, flashing his perfect white teeth at Ron and Harry. \"But really, do enjoy your literature. They\'re a fine alternative for those of you who can\'t attract real women.\" With a merciless and melodramatic laugh, he turned and left with his entourage. Harry leaned under the table and fished out one of the copies of Hot Slutty Witches.

\"Ah, ignore him, mate. It\'s a well-known fact that Malfoy could open a sex store with the stash of pornos he has here. Just relax and enjoy one of these.\" Turning a bit red, Ron took the magazines from Harry and hid them in his bag. He desperately needed to change the subject.

\"So, how about that Quidditch game last night?\"

* * * * *

With a general sigh, Ron arrived alone back in the Gryffindor common room. Moving towards the fireplace, he looked around for Hermione, but found no sign of her. With a sigh, he collapsed in a large easy chair and closed his eyes. The dark evening sky outside seemed to frown at him. Hermione was driving him crazy by ignoring him. He didn\'t know why she couldn\'t at least be a little more mature about this. I mean, what was so hard about just letting bygones be bygones? Why was it so hard for people to stay friends after the romantic element was introduced into the equation? It seemed that while Hermione was smart, she was more emotionally weird than he had bargained. Or maybe he was just ugly. Really, Ron had no idea, and it was driving him absolutely insane. He sighed and got up to go the dorm.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Ron glimpsed a fleeting vision. It was her. Hermione was moving swiftly along the opposite wall, but seemed oblivious to Ron\'s presence. What could she be doing? wondered Ron. But then she stopped and bent over to pick up something...a pencil, maybe. Ron didn\'t care. This was his chance to end the bullshit. \"Hermione!\" he barked, standing up and looking at her with a steel-eyed stare. Hermione looked up in surprise and saw who it was. A look of panic dawned in her eyes. Turning quickly, she swiftly started walking towards the girls\' dormitory.

\"Hermione!\" Ron called again, to no avail, as she determinedly ignored him. Infuriated, Ron ran to her. Here he was, trying to build bridges, and all Hermione did was blow up the foundations. As Hermione sped up her pace, Ron ran to her and roughly spun her around. \"DAMMIT, \'MIONE!\" he shouted as he faced her. The look she gave him was one of arrogant defiance. \"What do you want?\"

\"Look, \'Mione, please,\" Ron started. But then he paused for a second. Begging wasn\'t going to put him in a very powerful position. \"Hermione, what are you doing? Why are you destroying our friendship over this? I\'m sorry, alright? But you don\'t have the right to just ignore me like this. We\'re best friends, you and I. Well,\" he corrected himself, \"we were, anyway.\"

Hermione was breathing hard, and this made her breasts heave in a way that Ron couldn\'t help but notice, furious as he was with her. But her next words made him forget everything else. \"Ron,\" she said in a stern voice. \"We were friends. But you ruined that the moment you tried to make a move on me. I\'m not your sex toy.\" And before he could say anything else, she turned and ran up the stairs to the girls\' dormitory.

After a second of disbelief, Ron suddenly exploded. \"FUCK YOU, \'MIONE!\" he roared to no one. \"I DON\'T NEED YOU! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, YOU DAMN BITCH!!!\" His face scarlet red and his fists shaking, he turned and stomped up the stairs to the boys dormitory. There was no one in the room when he got there, but he didn\'t care. Ron collapsed on the bed and buried his face in the pillow. Everything he knew was falling apart. One of his best friends in the whole world now thought he was the lowest scum on Earth. How could she be so unreasonable, so without logic or thought? Had the past six years of friendship meant nothing to her? Now he wasn\'t even her friend, he was just a pig that had tried to \"make a move\" on her. What the hell was she thinking? He had loved Hermione. Loved her with all his heart...he would have done anything for her. A lone tear rolled out of Ron\'s eye as he thought of his future, or lack thereof, with Hermione. He was very close to crying, but he held it in.

She\'s not worth crying over he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

* * * * *

When Ron awoke, it was pitch black. Looking over, he glimpsed the sleeping forms of his roommates. Ron had no idea what time it was, and he didn\'t much care at this point. He turned over, but, unable to get back to sleep, he got up and decided to just go for a quick walkaround, to get his mind off the Jeckyl-and-Hyde personality of his lady love. Stumbling awkwardly downstairs, Ron arrived at the common room and took a look around. No one there. Shivering, Ron began walking towards the door out, when he noticed something on the table beside the sofas. It was his envelope. Ron walked over to the envelope and fished out its contents. He stared at the young nubile witches on the covers of the magazines. They were so hot, and so apparently horny. Ron relished this idea of an imaginary world populated by attractive women that actually wanted sex, and this coupled with the fact that it appeared to be sometime in the very early morning (albeit still dark) began to manifest itself in the growing hardness of Ron\'s pulsating member.

There\'s nobody down here. It\'s still late. Just do it. one part of Ron thought. With the opposing viewpoint in his head apparently still sleeping, Ron sat down in the easy chair and spread open the magazine to a centrefold. Inside was a picture in glossy full colour of a startingly attractive witch, with long blonde hair, large breasts, long, slender legs, and a pose that said everythinghe she seemed to want him, yearn for him, as Ron begin to stroke his throbbing cock. Looking down at the centrefold, he caught the name of the model - Amy.

\"Do you want me?\" Amy seemed to say as Ron continued pleasuring himself. \"Fuck me, Ron. Do it, baby.\"

With a cry, Ron took Amy into his arms. She may have been a \"hot, slutty witch\", but at this moment she was the most beautiful thing in the world to him. She was everything Hermione wasn\'t - direct, understandable, loving...and horny. Ron kissed Amy lustfully, revelling in her taste and smell. Slowly Amy moved down, kissing along Ron\'s chest, his stomach, and his waist, and then down to his knees. \"Ron...\" she smiled as she stroked his long, hard cock. \"I just want to make you happy. To make you feel good...\" She sighed as she gave a long, slow lick over his engorged dick. Ron gasped.

\"Merlin, Amy, don\'t stop. Fuck,\" he groaned. He couldn\'t take anymore, and with a swift movement Amy took his cock into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked furiously at him, giving him all the pleasure Hermione had denied him. As Amy\'s head bobbed up and down, Ron felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge. He began pumping into Amy\'s mouth, hearing her cries of surprise but unable to stop. She sucked harder and harder, making Ron pump faster and gasp louder until, with a loud shout, he came forcefully into Amy\'s mouth, blasting evey last drop of cum down her throat. Amy remained there obediently until Ron had emptied himself fully into her. With a sigh of satisfaction, Ron pulled out and stood up with Amy, kissing her passionately. \"Amy, you\'re so beautiful...\" he said. She just smiled, saying nothing.

Saying nothing.

Suddenly Ron was again aware of where he was. He wasn\'t fucking a model. He was just some loser standing in the Gryffindor Common Room with cum all over his hands and on the floor. Amy wasn\'t the Venus de Milo...she was some porn star that, on the next few pages of the magazine, eagerly gave a blowjob to some overmuscled idiot. She was just like all the others...she had no time for him. He was just another guy who wanted sex.

With a scream of rage, Ron tossed the magazine out the window, and hurried to clean up the mess he had made. It seemed to be all that he could do in these situations...make a mess of things.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.