Weasley Is Our King

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// - Ron’s pov

\\ - Angelina’s pov

S u m m a r y . . x Why was Ron REALLY celebrating after that last Quidditch match?

R a t i n g . . x R for Sexual conversation and action. Maybe a bit of objectionable words and phrases.

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Ron clambered off of his fellow house mate\'s shoulders thankfully as they finished their last verse of \"Weasley Is Our King\". His freckled face was shining a bright glowing beam as the last of his team mates gave him an aggressive slap on the back. He wanted nothing more but to stay in the common room and celebrate his victory - the teams victory - but felt a pounding urge to relieve himself from the heavy Quidditch gear beforehand.

As he turned towards the common room\'s portrait hole his gaze was met by his best friends climbing out of the exit excitedly. Almost immediately they were congratulating him on his success and begging to hear how he had done it. Ron knew he\'d be more than happy to repeat the tale over and over again but his sweating body was aching to hit the showers. After promising Hermione and Harry they\'d hear all about it when he got back, he himself was climbing out of the Gryffindor common room exit.

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Angelina Johnson took a long swig from her glass mug of butterbear when she heard Ronald Weasley telling his friends he was off to hit the showers. The buzzing student\'s chatter seemed far off and her pounding heart seemed to grow louder as it thumped against her chest madly. There was an echoing dull clang as she slammed the half drunken beverage down onto a nearby table and mindlessly followed the red head as he climbed through the portrait hole.

Her mind was foaming of so many thoughts as she weaved passed students in the corridors closely behind the Gryffindor Keeper. He hadn\'t seemed to notice his follower even when he paused to except the \'congratulations\' from a passing student. Everyone seemed so surprised of Ron to have won them the Quidditch cup, not Angelina, she had seen it all along in Ron. She knew he was just simply nervous out on the pitch during matches but she had seen him perform much better during Ron\'s midnight practices. She learned to admire his skill, and somehow seeing him play well was always bit of a turn on for her. It wasn\'t long before an over whelming attraction for the Weasley had emerged.

Why was she following him to the showers? Simply the same as everyone else had done already that evening, why to congratulate him on his success of course. She just had a minorly different way of congratulating him was all.

She paused as they entered the school grounds and waited for Ron to enter the boys change rooms before heading in after him, she had no intention of catching his attention before then. Angelina felt completely confident, she had thought about this moment countless times before, so many times in fact, that she had no hint of hesitation that evening as she crept her way into the boys change rooherehere Ron had entered minutes before.

The lights were undoubtedly dimmer in the changing room then she had expected them to be, probably all the better to tease her urge at grasping a long hard visible gander at Ron\'s surprisingly well toned body. Though, more than once she had already captured a bit more than a glance at the red heads strong muscled chest and fairly defined abs. She was the captain after all. Angelina snickered to herself mentally remembering when all the boys would moan and complain about how she should knock before barging into the change room to give them all their beforehand speech. She had never seen passed Ron\'s waist sadly, though she fantasized about it. The Weasley had a fairly okay athletic figure, though, one could do better than that. He reminded her of Fred and George Weasley only more better looking. Angelina remembered dating Fred more than once.

Sure enough, there was Ron\'s abandoned Quidditch robes on the blue tiled floor next to the lean figures bare feet. Angelina\'s round hazel eyes traveled upward only to find a white clean towel wrapped tightly and securely around Ron\'s waist as he headed into the showering area.

Most quietly and sneakily she let herself enter after he was out of sight and wasted no time in stripping herself from the heavy Quidditch gear. She pushed her robes and lingerie to the side and untied her long dark hair, relieving it from it\'s tight braid - the way she usually had it. Her ears picked up the echo of trickling water splashing against the tile from a running shower as she to wrapped herself in a towel. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat as for the first time that evening, she hesitated. Only no doubt for a second or two before stepping over to the showers.

Angelina braced herself to see what she was longing to see since Ron had made the team, but, only turned the corner to come face to face with the towel wrapped around his waist once more. Shoot, she thought to herself, rid of the damned towel for Merlin’s sake would you? Ron\'s hand played and toyed with the taps as if to find the most comfortable temperature. Foggy thick steam filled the hot room as Angelina stepped forward, not wanting Ron\'s sexy form to be hidden from her behind the dense cloud.

His head whipped around in her direction, immediately discovering the dark beauty\'s presence. Angelina put on a fake shocked face and flirtatiously put her finger tips to her soft full lips as if in surprise. \"Oops!\" she cried perhaps in a little to much of a fake tone. \"I thought this was the girls!\" She attempted to suppress a grin as Ron\'s handsome eyes locked with her towel covered portion. She stood straighter and broader, pushing her bare shoulders back just enough to emphasize her rather large bust. \"I\'m really sorry.\" she reassured the speech fif fifteen year old in an attempts of an apologetic voice.

Angelina let her dark eyes trail down herself to where Ron\'s eyes were glued and asked, \"Like what you see, Ronald?\" as if she had suddenly noticed he was looking at her in such a lustful way. Ron gave his head a quick rough shake, tossing his longish soft hair in a sexy way that enlarged Angelina\'s already over whelming urge to do what she desired to the boy right then and there. She suppressed it and stepped closer so that she stood two feet away from him.

Ron looked once again of lose of words but surprisingly turned the situation around with a simple question that Angelina hadn\'t expected. \"What are you REALLY doing here?\" he smirked.

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He suddenly understood that the dark older girl standing before him in a seductive yet innocent pose had a fancy for him. They both knew what was going to happen next but Ron couldn\'t help but coward mentally while thinking about it. He let his eyes transfix on her once again as she turned the shower next to him on and rinsed her hair and neck, though really his mind was scanning the situation over.

For once in his life he had to really think clearly for himself and not about the opposing person here. His virginity was at stake and as he knew he wasn\'t willing to keep it really he also, at the same time, thought of how he was saving it for the one girl he had admired since first year, his best friend Hermione Granger. He had a slight hint that she fancied him back of some level, but, she never really responded to his signals. At their rate he would be a 20 year old virgin and only just begun to understand the feel of her lips against his. Did he really want that? Or did he want to answer his curious cravings and understand what it really felt like before his teenage years were over.

All thoughts were lost as Angelina spoke again, this time in a more seductive softer tone. \"It looks like someone wants me to stay, Ronald.\" Why was she calling him that?

\"Who me?\" Ron asked gesturing a finger towards himself.

Her dark pitless eyes traveled down him slowly and he suddenly knew what she was saying before she said it. \"I dunno, your friend sure does.\"

Ron felt his ears grow red as he followed her gaze down to his erection. He could have slammed his head into the tiled wall at that moment but didn\'t. He still had something to decide and obviously his body was screaming yes. But was his heart telling him Hermione? Ron fumbled with the options for only a moment more as Angelina pressed her hard chest against his. Ron felt his erection rub on the inside of her thigh as she did so, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through him. Damn, if she wanted this to happen this was sure as hell going to happen, she looked way to damn good in just a towel and who knew how much better without it? Besides, he just couldn\'t help but grin when he pictured the look on Fred\'s face when he would tell him that he nailed Angelina Johnson before he ever had so much as a chance to before he left Hogwarts.

His mind was pleading madly for her to position herself more comfortably and correctly on him but knew that their towels were only getting in the way...\"Alright, you first.\" he told her letting her flash him a puzzled expression. He smiled dangerously, \"You show me what you have under there first and then I\'ll show you next.\" Ron marvelled over the fact at how smooth and hot the words had emerged from his lips and how much confidence he was suddenly able to muster.

Angelina seemed shocked at his control over the situation and soon reflected his dangerorin.rin. Slowly she stepped back, making Ron miss the feel of her breasts pressed up against him almost immediately. Even more slowly she took hold of the towel around her...

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She was more hot for him than she ever had been her whole entire life. Angelina had no clue that Ron could turn out to be so....naughty and mature about this. It always seemed as though he was just the tall and shy type.

Allowing herself to savour the suspense, she grasped the soft damp towel still wrapped around her firmly and removed it from her sweaty flesh. She was never self conscious of her figure before and always loved to flash a little bit of skin but Ron was only the second to see her like this, and not against her will either. She was well toned, dark tanned skin streaked with warm water droplets from the shower head glistened in the moisture of the room. She was pretty fit to. Angelina had the perfect athletic form, not overly muscle that she looked like a body builder but just the right appealing amount for any guy to drool over. Her breasts were firm and perky, already hard and erected from being rubbed up against Ron\'s strong chest. It was a relief that she had just recently shaved also, she was one to do it often anyway just in case she had her chance with someone and this was most definitely her chance.

She felt a surge of excitement wash over her as Ron\'s eyes searched her top to bottom in enjoyment. She was excited that she pleased him but most of all because it was his turn next.

\"STILL like what you see?\" she asked with a slight chuckle as his eyes met hagaiagain. She knew the answer but couldn\'t fight the urge to ask anyway. Ron flashed her a naughty smile in response, once again she returned it and continued. \"Alright, your next. What do YOU have under YOUR towel?\" she questioned mischievously.

Ron gave a shrug in response as a bit of a joke and Angelina mused before already locking her gaze on his package before he revealed it. It was his turn to put on a sexy show now. Ron did some sort of an entertaining dance for Angelina who let out an uncontrollable laugh. She couldn\'t believe she could feel so turned on, amused and impatient at the same time.

\"Oh come on, enough with the show.\" she urged with a laugh, she took back what she thought about him being \'mature about this\'.

Obeying, Ron span around and unwrapped the towel, though not dropping it and flashed the wall instead to Angelina\'s disappointment. Slowly he turned to face her, shaking his cute ass from behind the opened towel the whole way. It seemed like an eternity before she finally caught a good look at him. When she did she couldn\'t help but stare, it was definitely worth the wait. She had never thought him to be big before but it must have been because of his height...

\"Like what you see?\" Ron smirked, mimicking Angelina\'s exact words. She felt as if she were about to melt.

\"Maybe.\" She told him, stepping closer once more. But she could tell that Ron saw right through her, he knew that she was impressed and he was loving every bit of it.

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Ron\'s boosted confidents slowly started to drift as Angelina moved in on him, her wet hot soft skin pressing against him made him feel half uneasy. Trying to rid his mind of anything that was making him feel quaky, his eyes fell on her soft full luscious lips. Those have got to be the best lips I have ever seen, he thought as they drew nearer to his. Ron closed his eyes allowing images of her lips wrapping around his erection to fill his head. He bent down, allowing his lips to reach hers. She pressed against him harder, her chest meeting his again, more pleasantly so at the feel of her wet slippery skin then it had wrapped behind a thick damp towel.

Suddenly she took hold of his shoulders with a rather tight grip and thrust him into the tile behind. A bundle of air escaped the redhead\'s lips from the force of his back colliding with the wall rather aggressively. Ron\'s lips parted as if he were to protest against her action, he was silenced even before he could think of anything to say by Angelina\'s tender lips slamming into his.

Ron\'s mind went completely blank, every sensation he felt was suddenly over powered by the feel of her soft lips against his. There was a brief second, before much else happened, of the two Gryffindors standing pinned aga the the wall, their wet bodies pressed against one another and their lips connected. Ron felt her eyelashes sweep lightly against his cheek as Angelina closed her eyes and slowly parted her lips. Mindlessly he opened his mouth further as if in completion,tingting his lips lap hers madly and savouring the feel of her saliva mingling with his. Their tongues collided gingerly as they continued their thriving kiss. Ron gave a slight shudder at the feel of her wet tongue against but but soon devoured it with his own, longing her taste more and more.

Things seemed to have gotten more passionate as they swapped saliva, before Ron knew it he was running his hands through her dark drenched locks as she planted kisses down his torso hungrily. She paused at his upper body, running her tongue along his strong chest, letting his nipples harden under her touch. Ron relished the warm wet feel of her soft tongue running along his skin. His stomach muscles tensed as she worked her way down his build, taking her sweet time.

Angelina finally answered his pleads and she lowered her head. A shudder of pleasure jolted through him as her tender lips brushed against his erection causing him to harden more. The team captain gave a grin in satisfaction at Ron\'s reaction to her teasing stimulation. Ron felt his erection throb in impatience, he couldn\'t take it any longer. Slowly the sixth year wrapped her lips around his head, stoking it lightly with her tongue in a tormenting matter. Ron gave a surrounding whimper, throwing his head back against the wall in defeat as she sucked on the tip of his cock in enjoyment. Ron\'s palms and finger tips trembled as they massaged through her hair, he had never felt more aroused in his entire life.

Fuck, just do it. His mind screamed in agony. The urge over powered him and he thrust her head forward, forcing his erection into her mouth. The red head let out a loud moan from the satisfying feel of her lips running against him in such a quick motion. Angelina showed a slight sign of protest but he didn\'t loosen his grasp on her head and encouraged her to continue. Nonetheless, she did just that without further hesitation.

His eyes began to roll in the back of his head in pleasure as Angelina took him almost whole at once. Her lips devoured him delightfully, her tongue sucking on him passionately as she began to pump him in and out of her mouth with enjoyment. Every motion caused pleasure to explode through him like fireworks, he let out another moan as Angelina quickened. Everything was a blur as the pleasure began to slowly build up. Ron\'s body ached for more and more of the delight conjured by her lips on him while refusing to realize that he never once pictured Angelina and himself in this sort of situation. Multiple curses and rudely gestures were trailing for him his lips between his pants but Ron took no recognition on establishing what he was saying or even doing. Nothing seemed to matter aside what SHE was doing. An uncontrollably loud moan escaped him again as he felt the built up pleasure almost reach it\'s peak. He could feel it coming, he was on the edge at that moment when Angelina halted.

\"Don\'t stop.\" he pleaded amidst his heavy takes of breath. \"Shit, don\'t stop.\" he repeated when she didn\'t continue. He looked down to see the dark teen flash him a smug smirk.

Not saying anything more, Angelina wetted her lips, flashing him a look of enjoyment at how defenceless he was in the moment. He felt undoubtedly defeated and would do almost anything to get the sixteen year old to finish what she had started.

Then, without warning she placed a moist clammy hand on his shoulder and dragged him to the corner of the showers to the towel rack. He felt her weight on his shoulders as she used him to heave herself onto the bar, bringing her hips into his.

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Angelina felt her muscles tense as his erection made contact with her clit, she failed to contain a smile at how hard he was. Noticing how impatient the red head seemed, she pressed her back against the tile and spread her legs for him, welcoming him inside of her. Ron seemed thankful enough and positioned himself. Angelina gave a silent gasp as he slowly began to thrust into her, feeling him press against her walls. Still grng hng his shoulders, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waste as he continued to bury himself deep inside her. His hand played across her chest and toyed with her erected nipples as he began to pump in and out of her slowly.

She moaned in enjoyment as he touched her, savouring the feel of him inside her as his tongue planted kisses on her forehead passionately. Angelina mused of how she had fantasized of this moment countless times before. And, finally it was happening, she was loving it. Ron\'s thrusts quickened and deepened all at once as his panting grew heavier, she could feel her breaths growing louder also.

Her hips followed his rhythm as he pushed in and out of her, tightening her legs around him even more as she moaned out his name. She was answered by more aroused breaths and moans as he grew faster. \"Ron.\" she breathed into his ear as his lips devoured her hot sweaty skin below her hair line. \"Oh Merlin, faster.\" Her hips answered her own pleads and began to push him into her faster, causing pleasure to slowly build with each thriving thrust.

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Ron felt himself grow more hot. The water from the running sr her head pounded against his back and Angelina\'s thighs as they went at it, both beginning to climb towards their peak, him for a second time, as their pace quickened more and more. He felt her grow more wet as he pushed in and out of her, making it easier to fuck her as she squirmed slightly in discomfort on the towel bar.

Everything quickened with their rhythm, the pleasure was building faster, their breaths, their kisses and even the thoughts running through his head quickened but he could not take any notice to them any longer at the least in the heat of the moment. He felt it coming, and he felt Angelina was feeling it to as she grasped his shoulders tighter and pinned her knees aggressively to his sides.

Finally it happened, everything exploded in a brilliant fireworks of sensation and colour as he felt the pleasure reach it\'s peak. Their thrusts grew slower to a stop as he exploded fluid inside her, Angelina clawing his back all the while and screaming out his name. She fell limp on him panting heavily as he emptied and slowly pulled himself out of her.

Lifting her head and flashing him a weak smile, Angelina unwrapped her legs from around his waand and slid off of the towel rack, trying to catch her breath. Ron watched as she stood under a running shower and senselessly washed herself of their fluids before picking up her damp abandoned towel, laying forgotten on the water devoured floor.

\"Oh, before I forget...\" she began with a silent chuckle, tightly wrapping the heavy wet towel around her naked body. Ron to picked up his towel as she slowly made her way back over to him. \"Congrats on the good play in tonight’s game.\" she smiled, tracing his bicep with her index finger playfully.

\"Thanks.\" he said not for the first time that night, grinning mentally as Angelina left for the change room quietly singing to herself, \'Weasley is our King\'.