The Tub Tag Curse

I apologize that it’s taken me so long to update this fiction as well as my other ones. My life took a different direction for awhile. Hopefully it won’t take me another year to update this!

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Dedicated to Bargle, who has waited too long for this update. You got me working on it again!


Drunken Mistakes


Ron stood next to the tub, taking swigs of fire whiskey while Trelawney watch him. He couldn’t believe what he had to do! Damn this stupid curse.

“Come on in the bath, Weasley,” Trelawney slurred.

Ron glanced down at her, realized that she was quite sloshed. “You turn around so I can get my clothes off.”

Trelawney began laughing. “You’re shy. How cute. I’ve seen thousands of cocks, my boy.”

Ron made a disgusted face. “I really don’t want to know about that. Can’t we just get this over with quickly?”

“What’s the matter? You prefer boys?” Trelawney asked.

“No! I have a girlfriend. And I’m a bit upset that I have to cheat on her. She’s upset too. So let’s just hurry this,” Ron explained.

“She has to cheat on you too, my boy. So you can just call it even.”

“That makes me feel loads better,” Ron glared.

“I’ll give her the disc next, if that will help,” Trelawney hiccupped.

Ron nodded. “Yeah, thanks.”

Trelawney stood up in the water and Ron’s eyes opened wide with surprise as she revealed her naked body to him. She was in decent shape, but not as nice as Lavender’s body.

She wobbled drunkenly, reaching for the top of Ron’s trousers.

Ron backed up. “What are you doing?”

“You wanted to get this over with,” she said. “Come here, boy.”

Ron swallowed one more gulp of whiskey and stepped forward. Trelawney grasped onto him, unfastening his trousers and tugging them down. Her face was right at cock-level and she lowered her mouth onto his flaccid flesh, tugging with her lips and trying to get him excited.

Ron wanted to step out of her reach again. “You don’t have to suck me,” he said, but was beginning to actually like the idea. Lavender didn’t suck his cock much and he always wanted her to.

Trelawney groaned when she felt him hardening in her mouth. She placed her hands on his buttocks, squeezing the young, hard globes, leaving fingernail marks in his flesh.

Ron grabbed her scraggly hair and began thrusting into her mouth, his cock now fully excited at her experienced moves. Then he remembered what they had to do.

He pulled away from her before he could cum. “I’m supposed to make you cum too. That’s the rules.”

“Lay down then,” Trelawney ordered.

Ron got on the ground as Trelawney straddled his hips, lining up his cock with her entrance. She sunk down on his stiff member, squealing with delight.

Ron had his eyes shut, trying to pretend it was Lavender sitting on him, when he heard the loud howls coming from Trelawney. His eyes sprung open as he saw the woman fucking him furiously and howling extremely loud.

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Hooooooooooooo! Woooooooooo!” Trelawney howled.

“Gods, woman! Keep it down. Everyone will hear you!” Ron said.

But Trelawney ignored him, howling even louder as her orgasm approached.

Her pussy did feel quite good, however, and they both climaxed at the same time. Trelawney collapsed on top of Ron.

“Professor?” Ron said, wanting her weight off of him. He pushed her off and she rolled away – passed out drunk!

“Fantastic!” Ron grumped. Now he’d have to wait for her to wake up as he couldn’t leave the bath until he had a go with someone else. Ron slipped into the bath and washed himself before returning to her.

He lightly slapped her face. “Hey, Professor. Wake up!”

OOOOOOO

McGonagall sat with Dumbledore in his office, still fuming over the fact that Albus had given the disc to Filch, but she had not said anything to him about it. He was too busy trying to trace the origin of the disc and find whoever had sent it.

“Albus, have you any clues yet? The seventh years are now having their turns!”

“I realize that, Minerva. My instincts are telling me that this curse has come from within Hogwarts.”

“Within? It couldn’t possibly be a student. Who could possibly have the ability to create such a terrible curse?”

“That’s what I’m wondering. Whoever it is, only they can remove the curse. Perhaps there is a way to make the culprit step forward. Maybe this was done in the interest of love. Maybe someone wanting to be with someone whom they felt they couldn’t have otherwise.”

“But that doesn’t make sense because it is not the person in the tub that gets to choose his or her next partner.”

“Precisely,” Dumbledore replied. “I think we need to look closely at those people who request who their next partners should be or even insist.”

“How can we know?”

“We will question each person who has finished with their turn.”

OOOOOOO

Trelawney had finally regain consciousness. Ron pressed the disc into her hand, urging her to find Lavender Brown.

Trelawney grabbed her bottle of fire whiskey and headed down the hallway, staggering and bumping into the walls. My goodness she needed a long nap. Now where was this girl?

She passed groups of goggling students, squinting at them and trying to determine if any of them were Lavender. “Oh, excuse me,” she hiccupped, bumping into students as she swerved and swayed.

Draco Malfoy saw her coming and laughed. “Hey, Professor,” he called out. “How was Weasley? Was that him howling?”

“He fucked me like a bull elephant in full rut!” she called out. “He was fucking fantastic.”

Draco lost his smile, not liking that Weasley’s sexual prowess was just announced to a group of giggling Slytherin girls.

Trelawney tried to focus her vision on a group of girls up ahead. One with her back to her had short black hair. Finally, she had found Lavender!

Pansy Parkinson shivered as a hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, shoving a disc into her folded arms.

“Here you go, my dear. Your boyfriend is waiting for you,” Trelawney slurred.

“My boyfriend?” Pansy sneered, disgusted by Trelawney’s drunken behavior.

“Yes, he said to find you,” she said. “Have fun, Lavender dear.” The professor turned and stumbled away.

Pansy stood there stunned while Millicent said, “Lavender? She thinks you’re Lavender Brown!”

“I’m NOT fucking Weasley! Let’s just find Brown and give her this,” Pansy exclaimed, angrily.

“Too late,” said Daphne. “You touched the disc. You have to go to him, Pansy.”

OOOOOOO

Ron rinsed his mouth, hoping that Lavender couldn’t tell he’d been drinking. He wondered what was taking her so long to get to the prefect’s bath. Perhaps Trelawney passed out again. Gods he hoped not! He was beginning to prune in the water.

Just then, the door clicked open and a girl stepped through, but it was not the girl Ron was expecting.

“You! Get out!” Ron snapped.

Pansy scowled at him and threw the disc at his head, making Ron swat it away before it could hit.

“You think I want to be here?” Pansy yelled. “You’re the absolute last person I want to fuck in this whole school!”

“Yeah, well I’d rather fuck a corpse than you, you Slytherin slag,” Ron snapped back.

Pansy crossed her arms, pouting angrily, her chest heaving. “What are we supposed to do? This is awful!”

“Fucking Trelawney was supposed to get Lavender for me!” Ron said, scowling.

“The drunken sot thought I was her!” Pansy exclaimed. “Did you really fuck her, you sick bastard?”

“Did I have a choice, you stupid bitch?” Ron replied, sarcastically.

“Just like me! I don’t have a choice!” Pansy said. Her eyes began to water and her body shook as the realization came over her of what she had to do.

Ron could handle the stinging words from Pansy, but… tears? Fuck! He hated when girls cried. He shifted in the water uncomfortably. “It’s not the end of the world, Parkinson,” he muttered, uneasily.

Just then Pansy’s jaw dropped and a loud sob came rushing out of her mouth. She sucked in more air and now was bawling unabashedly.

“Come on, Parkinson,” Ron said, running a hand through his hair nervously. He didn’t think Pansy was the type to have a crying jag right in front of him. “We’ll just have to get this done with. Close your eyes and pretend I’m Malfoy or something.”

Pansy’s bawls got louder as she laced her finger in her hair above her ears and tugged in grief.

“I’m… I’m…” Pansy screamed, unable to finish her words due to her large inhalations.

“You’re what?” Ron asked, frustrated.

“I’m a virginnnnnnnnnn!” she cried, her face scrunching up in a most unbecoming way as her sobs increased.

Ron sat there wide-eyed. He had thought she was shagging Malfoy. Everyone had thought that!

“I… I…” Pansy continued, “was waiting… until I got… got… marrieeeeeeeed!” Her face was beet red with tears of grief.

Ron’s mouth fell open and all that came out was, “Oh.”

“Now I’ll be ruined!” she yelled, looking at him accusingly.

“What? No! You won’t be ruined! Blokes like it when a girl knows what she’s doing,” Ron tried.

“Who’s going to want me after I’ve been with yooooooooou?” she bawled.

“Now just wait a minute!” Ron said, indignantly. “I may not be one of your precious Slytherins, but I’m still a pureblood. I know that’s important to your kind.”

She wrinkled her nose. “But you’re a Weasley!”

Now Ron was growing angry at her snobbery. “Yeah, well I’m a Weasley you HAVE to fuck!”

Pansy screamed and cried even louder. Loud knocking suddenly sounded on the door.

Pansy turned her face towards the sound and quieted herself.

“Miss Parkinson, are you all right in there?” Snape’s voice said through the door. “Is Weasley being unkind?”

Pansy walked to the door and opened it. Snape looked at Ron in the tub and back to the fully dressed girl in front of him.

“I can’t do it, Professor. I just can’t!” she sobbed.

“She doesn’t want to fuck a Weasley,” Ron growled.

“Mr. Weasley, you’ll watch your language in front of a lady!” Snape ordered.

Ron huffed and looked away.

Snape thought about the repercussions should Pansy refuse to have sex with Ron Weasley. He wasn’t ready for his prick to shrink! “I’m sorry, Miss Parkinson. You have to do this.” He glared at Ron. “Weasley! You best treat Miss Parkinson delicately or you’ll have me to deal with!”

Snape shut the door and stood next to it, ready to block Pansy from escaping if necessary. Silly girls and their useless virginity!

Pansy pounded her fists on the door! Then she turned about, her face burning with fury. “I HATE YOU!” She ran towards the bath, jumping in with all her clothes on, madly swinging her arms at Ron.

Ron stood in the bath, grabbing hold of her forearms and grateful for the water surrounding her legs. If she tried to kick his family jewels, she wouldn’t be able to move very fast.

Pansy tried to loosen her arms from his grasp, her face twisted in rage. “Let go!” she screamed. Her eyes flicked downwards where the water just barely covered his cock. Gods he was naked, naked and… and…

She paused, breathing hard, her eyes perusing his body. He was very nicely formed, she had to admit. Something fluttered deep within her belly, causing her body to shudder with something other than rage.

Ron noticed her eyes watching as the drops of water rolled down his chest and his cock twitched to life. Gods! What was wrong with him? This was Pansy, not Lavender!

Her eyes traveled back up his chest and their eyes met. They were both breathing hard.

“I hate you,” she said.

“I hate you too,” Ron replied, gasping in surprise when she flung herself towards him, pressing her lips onto his.

When she wrapped her arms about his neck and deepened the kiss, he groaned, wrapping his arms about her waist and tugging her down onto his lap as he sat back into the bath.

“Parkinson…” he gasped, when their lips broke apart.

“Shut up, Weasley. No more talking,” she ordered, pressing her lips to his again.

Ron continued kissing her while tugging at her wet clothes. Pansy took her hands off his neck, helping him remove the preventive garments. When her top and her bra were off, Ron stood up, carrying her in his arms and placing her on the edge of the bath, his lips moving down her neck and towards her perky breasts.

“Oh, yes!” Pansy moaned when his hot mouth closed over a cold nipple, sucking and tonguing it deliciously.

Ron stood, tugging her bottoms off, as Pansy looked at his hard, excited cock. “Is it going to hurt?” she asked, worried.

Ron glanced up at her concerned face. “A bit,” he answered. “Don’t worry,” he said, leaning over to kiss her again. His hand traveled up her thigh and she jumped at the pleasurable sensation when his finger grazed over her clit.

“Oh!” she gasped, when he began running his digits through her folds, making her drip further with need. Her nails dug into his arms when he worked one finger into her tight little passage.

He kissed her neck as he tried working another finger into her, preparing her for what was to come. Pansy wiggled and sighed with pleasure.

“Oh, Weasley…” she moaned. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Ron shifted his body a bit, opening her legs wider and positioning himself. He pulled his fingers away from her, causing her to groan in disappointment.

“More!” she demanded.

Ron grinned slightly and hoped she still felt that way in a minute. He positioned his cock and pushed into her, watching her face.

Pansy held her breath. This was it, the final moment of her virginity.

When Ron shoved through her barrier, pain filled her face and she looked at him, wide-eyed.

“Sorry,” Ron whispered, bending to give her a quick kiss. “It should get better.”

Then Pansy’s expression changed to one of wonder and then…

“Move! Fuck me, Weasley!” she yelled.

Ron started moving, surprised. He expected more tears, but certainly not this!

“Faster! Harder!” Pansy ordered.

Ron stood up and grabbed her legs, shoving himself into her deeper. Gods she was tight! It was so fucking incredible. He took one hand and placed it on her clit, toying with it as he pumped her vigorously.

“Yes! Yes!” she yelled. “Oh, oh, ooooooooooooooooooo,” Pansy screamed as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Ron’s eyes rolled upwards as he shot his hot load into her. He was gasping with the pleasure of it all. Merlin if that wasn’t the best fuck of his life!

Wait! He had a girlfriend! He dropped her legs and splashed backwards into the water. He wasn’t supposed to like fucking anyone else!

Pansy sat up, looking at him in shock. It was as if the reality of what they did finally sunk in. But, strangely, she didn’t regret it. She slipped into the tub, warming herself and suddenly feeling shy for some reason.

“That was terrible, Weasley,” she lied. “Just awful.”

“The worst ever,” he agreed.

Ron quickly rinsed and got out of the bath, keeping his back to her as he dressed. When he was clothed, he turned about. “Any requests?”

Pansy was surprised that he would ask. She thought he’d pass her gladly to someone unpleasant.

She looked down at the water, thinking of who she wanted to be with. Draco? Would he want her right after she’d been with Weasley?

She shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Ron wasn’t sure why he felt a bit apprehensive about her picking someone. Suddenly he didn’t want her to be with another bloke. It made him confused and a bit angry that he felt that way, but he did.

“Don’t worry about it,” Ron said, suddenly having an idea. “I’ve got someone in mind.”

“But…” Pansy called out, worried about what that meant. But Ron was already on his way out the door and did not turn to listen.

Truth was - Pansy wished it could be Ron again.

OOOOOOO

A/N: Any ideas who Ron might pick?

Hope you enjoyed this latest installment. So just who is this powerful curse maker? He he he! Much fun coming up.

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