The Seduction

Lucky is the only one of these characters that is ours. J.K. Rowling would not do this to these sweet people.


Ch 8-Caught!

She called Ron, frantic two weeks later, through the fireplace. “Ron, I need you to come over here. I think something has happened to Harry!”

He walked through the door, and Lucky threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh, Ron! Harry was supposed to be home at three, and it’s now almost ten! No one at the Office will tell me anything, and the Prophet says that nothing has happened.”

“Lucky, Harry is going to be okay. I’m sure that something came up and he is taking care of it.”

“Ron, something is wrong, I know it.”

Ron, the poor man, was trying desperately to ignore that Lucky was dressed in a bathrobe, thrown over a mans Pajama top, Harry’s most likely. Her hair was tangled around her face, her eyes wide with worry, and she kept pacing, wringing her hands.

She should have looked the furthest thing from sexy, but to Ron, she was a goddess.

He tried to sit her down, or to get her to calm down, but he was unable to. Finally, Ron mentally threw his hands in the air and tried the one method his mother had always done with him.

“Lucky, you are tired, and you are blowing this way out of proportion. Let’s put you to bed, and in the morning, you will see that there is nothing to worry about.”

He took her hand, and led her up the stairs. Due to the help he had given Harry when he was building the house, he knew exactly where the master bedroom was. He opened the door, pulled her in, and turned to look at the bed.

It was just a bed, king size, silk sheets, down comforter, pillows, against the wall. But suddenly, to Ron it seemed more, something that was calling to him like the panties had. And as with the panties, Ron was helpless to resist their call. He turned to face Lucky, his hands shaking with a sudden surge of lust, and grabbed her by the shoulders. His mouth came down on hers, crushing, demanding, and she yielded.

He groaned low in his throat as she parted her lips, and Ron delved deep, conquering, tasting her, only to groan again as her tongue met his. His hand slid into her hair, and tilted her head to the angle that he wanted.

She clut at at his shoulders, holding on to him as he ravaged her mouth, and Ron began to tug at her bathrobe, pulling it down her arms. She let him, dropping the terry cloth garment to the floor, before reaching for the buttons that held the top to her body. Ron’s hands went to help her, and together they stripped the flannel shirt from her, leaving her nude, her pale skin glowing in the darkness.

Ron pulled away, and dropped to his knees, kissing the soft curve of her belly, before planting a soft kiss on the black forest of curls at the apex of her thighs. Lucky moaned and parted her legs a bit, as Ron slid his hands up her thighs, until his fingers were brushing the curls, before he leaned in and placed his mouth on her.

She cried out at the heat of him, falling back onto the bed, her legs apart, Ron following, moutmouth glued to her, his tongue darting out to lick her as he suckled. The heat rose in her, and she arched her back as the pleasure crested.

As she panted, trying to get her breath back, Ron stood, his fingers fumbling with his belt, then with his trousers, pushing them to his thighs as he looked down at her. His mouth was wet, his eyes burning, as he reached out and flipped her on to her stomach. Sliding his hands under her body, he plucked at her nipples, just as he posned ned himself at her opening. Catching the curve of her neck in his teeth, he thrust into her, glorying in the cry she gave, her hips rising to meet him, as he parted her and filled her.

He didn’t even pause. He just thrust, over and over again. His mind blank to anything but the lust and heat that sang through his veins. This was sex as it had never been before for Ron, who rutted on her like an animal, his only goal his own pleasure. He felt the tightening of her body around his, and he groaned as she clamped down on him, her body milking him.

He groaned, spilling into her, unable to breathe as he came. Ron fell forward, crushing her, and all he could do was think about how it had been over too soon. But there had been no stopping, once he had touched her.

She shifted benehim,him, and he rolled off of her, realizing that he was still fully clothed, while she was naked.

“I think,” She panted, “that we might want to try that again.”

He sat up, reaching to pull his shirt off, eager to try again, when a loud noise from down stairs jolted them both.

The front door had just slammed shut.

“Ana?” Harry had returned home. And Ron had just had sex with his wife.

Ron felt all his blood drain out of his head, and the nausea in his stomach told him that he was more then just a little afraid. After all, hadn’t Harry once told him that he would kill any man who tried to touch his wife?

They could hear Harry walking up the stairs, his every step a harbinger of doom for the illicit lovers. “Ana? Are you home?”

Lucky shot off the bed, and grabbed his arm. “Quick! Into the Dressing room!” She hissed, pulling him to the door, before pushing him in to it. Grabbing a black silk nightie off the chair, she threw it on, racing for the bed. The door of the Dressing room swung shut, and Lucky had just climbed on the bed, kneeling, as Harry entered the room.

“Harry!!” Lucky shouted, throwing herself at her husband. She kissed him, her hands in his hair. Ron bit the back of his hand, trying to not throw up. The fear was almost doubled, now that Harry was only six feet away. “Where have you been? You were supposed to be home almost seven hours ago! And you know that today I was ovulating! We were going to try again today!”

“I’m sorry, Ana.”

Ron felt sick. Lucky was ovulating? That meant that she was fertile, right? And he had just....they had just....oh, Merlin. Hadn’t it been just a few weeks ago that Harry had told him that he didn’t want any red headed stepchildren? And he had been planning on coming home early so that he and Lucky could try to have a kid? But Ron had been there first.....so.... that meant......Oh, Merlin.

He could still hear Harry making some lame excuse to Lucky for not being home when he said he would, and Ron felt the guilt rise, to join the sick fear already running through him.

He turned his back on the couple, and sank to the floor, cradling hise ine in his hands. “Bloody Hell.”

He heard Lucky gasp, then moan. Harry gave an answering groan, then the bed began to squeak rhythmically, and despite the fear, the guilt, the feeling that he had just betrayed everything that his and Harry’s friendship stood for, his body began to respond to the noise.

It seemed to go on for hours, the sex, then the quiet time when they talked. It appeared that Harry wanted to name the kid James, after his father. Lucky on the other hand, wanted to name the child Severus, after hers. And that was if It was a boy.

In the next four hours, he learned more about Harry and Lucky then he had ever wanted to know. Like how when ever she came for Harry, he always whispered, ‘Good girl.’ Or that he liked it when she sucked on his fingers after his hand played with her. Or that they parseltalked to each other while sex.

Or, one of the real peculiarities that he REALLY didn’t want to know, that Harry liked to be spanked, right before he slid into his wife’s body.

He had just given up hope of ever getting out of there alive, when the door that he was leaning against opened, and he fell out, thinking that he was going to die on the floor of the dressing room, still partially aroused from the events that had taken place six feet away.

He opened his eyes, to see Lucky staring down at him, biting her lip. She raised a finger to her lips, motioning for him to follow her. She led him out of the room, and down the stairs, both trying to make no sound whatsoever. Finally, they reached the front door, and Lucky reached out her hand, brushing the bulge in his trousers. “Poor Baby.”

She dropped to her knees, and before Ron could stop her, she had the fly undone and his cock in her mouth. She was good, real good, and Ron came almost instantly, his teeth grinding against the shout that was sure to bring Harry down the stairs to kill him.

Ron slipped out, but not before Lucky kissed him, and smiled, saying, “Feel free to visit anytime you like, Ron.”

He ran to the gate and apparated as soon as he could.

In the house behind him, Lucky slipped into bed, her arms wrapping around the waist of the smiling wizard next to her. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“It was over too fast. He needs to learn to savor things.” Harry rolled over and kissed her. “Other then that, it was as hot as I thought it would be.”

“Hmmm...next time grab the camera first. I do like it from behind but I would like to see his face when he looses control like that. He is so controlled most of the time.”

“Next time, I will be in the bed with you, so it doesn’t matter what happens.”

“Mmm....The idea has merit.” She rolled on top of him, reaching down to stroke him, brining him to full arousal.

“Now, aren’t you glad that I thought up this whole thing?”

“Are you sure you weren’t supposed to be in Slytherin?”

Harry laughed, then groaned as his wife slid on him, taking her deep within herself. “What made you say the ovulating bit?”

“I’m mind fucking him, my beloved. And a mind fuck is best when they think the worst.”

“Ah.” And they said no more, both reliving the feel, and the memory of the adulterous affair.

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