A Matter of Circumstance

Chapter 9 ~ A Surprise for Won Won

Eros was asleep face down on the duvet when Eris appeared, inadvertently using one of her visits in the process. She looked down on the god. His short toga was flipped up and she could still see the red welts left from the riding crop on his tanned, muscular ass. The goddess grinned wickedly, then whacked him on the behind.

”Owww!” Eros exclaimed, clapping a hand to his ass and rolling over, scowling at Eris, “Damn, that hurt!”

”Get up, lover boy. We’ve got to take a trip together. Get your quiver and hurry up,” the goddess said, watching as the god stood up and stretched, his toga rising and his semi-erect cock slipping into view for a moment.

“And put something on under that toga,” she chided as Eros scratched his ass, then winced. It was still tender.

“All right…all right,” he griped, walking over to one of the nymph statues. It wore his quiver and bow. He put them on then waved his hand and a pair of tighty-whiteys covered his goodies.

He turned to Eris.

”I’m ready. Now where are we going?” he asked.

“To pay the mortal Ronald Weasley a visit before he leaves for work,” the goddess said, catching Eros’ muscular arm, “Let’s go.”

They both disappeared.

Ron was just leaving his flat when the god and goddess materialized. Ron was a Quidditch referee and there was to be a meeting this morning. Afterwards, he planned to go to Hogwarts and set another date for the wedding with the Headmaster. He mounted his firebolt. He didn’t apparate because it was time for his firebolt inspection. Referees had their brooms checked monthly to insure they were in good flying condition for the games.

Just as he kicked off, Eris flicked a finger at him. The firebolt wobbled erratically then dropped to the ground.

”Oh, what now?” Ron hissed, trying to kick off again. Nothing happened.

“Damn it,” the wizard cursed.

He was going to have to go to the shop in Diagon Alley and get it checked out before he went to the meeting. He sighed and apparated.

”Come on,” Eris said, grabbing Eros and following Ron.

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Ron appeared at the public apparition point and briskly walked to the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop, pushing open the door. He loved this shop. It smelled of wood, polish and leather and had everything one could imagine concerning brooms and Quidditch. No customers appeared to be in this early. Ron walked up to the counter and rang the little bell for service.

A door opened and a witch walked out. Ron’s eyes widened.

”Lavender?” he said, surprised.

Lavender Brown gave him a bright smile.

”Why hello Ron,” she said softly.

“Um…hello,” Ron said, his eyes drifting over the pretty blonde witch. They had quite an exciting and sexual relationship at one time. He colored a little.

”When did you start working here?” he asked the witch, placing his broom on the counter.

”Oh, about three months ago,” she replied, picking up the broom and studying it, “Now, what seems to be wrong with your Firebolt?”

Ron didn’t reply for a moment. He couldn’t help remembering how wild Lavender had been. Yes, she became very clingy, but gods there wasn’t anything the witch wasn’t willing to do for him. He had become bored with her then…but now, sex like he had with Lavender wouldn’t be bad at all. Hermione was a little dull in the sack, though he loved her.

“Ron?” Lavender said to the wizard, who started.

”Yeah?” he asked her, meeting her eyes.

Lavender gave a little knowing smile. The wizard was probably thinking about what they used to do together. Lavender had been wild about him.

“Your broom…what’s wrong with it?” she asked him.

“Oh. Oh, the broom. Yeah…well…” the wizard began.

Eris and Eros watched the two talk.

”All right, Eros. Shoot him with an arrow. Make it a strong one,” the goddess said.

”But he’s already in love,” Eros replied, “That’ll cause a conflict.”

Eris looked at him as if she couldn’t believe he was as stupid as he sounded.

”That’s the idea, dummy,” she snapped at him, “Now give him the juice!”

Looking doubtful, Eros nocked an arrow into his bowstring, aimed it at Ron’s ass and let it fly. It connected, glowed and disappeared.

”That should do it,” the god said.

Suddenly Ron grasped Lavender’s hand.

“Lavender,” he breathed at her, “Do you ever miss me?”

Lavender was also affected by Eros’ magic. She still had an attraction for Ron.

“Yes, I do. I think about you all the time,” the witch admitted.

Ron quickly walked around the counter, grabbed Lavender and kissed her hungrily, the shocked witch melting into his kiss and molding her body to his almost instantly, fire washing over her.

“Damn, that’s some potent juice, Eros,” Eris said with a low whistle as she watched the couple tonsil wrestle.

”He’s no Snape, that’s for sure,” Eros replied as Ron grasped Lavender’s ass and ground her into him. Then he seemed to hesitate.

“What are we doing, Lavender?” he said to the gyrating witch hoarsely, his blue eyes slightly confused. But he was hard as a rock and it was so hard to think clearly with the willing witch rubbing against him the way she was.

In answer, the panting Lavender pulled out her wand and warded the shop door.

”I don’t know, but let’s go in the back and do it,” she replied, pulling Ron through the door behind the counter. It slammed shut behind them

“Some very potent juice,” Eris reiterated, then she looked at Eros who seemed to want to follow the couple.

He liked watching and judging by the passion in those kisses, it seemed those two were going to go at it like rutting hippogriffs.

”Let’s watch,” the god said lasciviously, “I like to see my handiwork in action.”

He started towards the door.

”Eros, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again…you’re a pig,” Eris said, catching the god by his arm and pulling him back, “A sexy pig, but a pig just the same.”

”Oink,” the god said with a naughty little smile, waggling his eyebrows at the goddess.

“Anyway, why watch when you can do?” she purred, disappearing with the god. They’d pay a little visit to her throne room before she shipped him back to Olympus. He’d done a good job.

Plus, she had better “toys” there.

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A/N: Another short chapter. The humor is back. Poor Ron. He didn’t know what hit him…but it hit him hard. Thanks for reading.