In the Jungle

Disclaimer: I solemnly swear that I do not own Harry Potter and/or any other characters used in this fic. They are all property of J.K. Rowling.

A/N: Another random character one! These are kinda fun... :)


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"Ronald Weasley!"

Ron grimaced and shrunk down into the armchair he was sitting in. The unmistakable sounds of someone stomping through the house could be heard.

"Ronald Weasley!" came the voice once more, louder this time. He could tell it was close as he tried to disappear into the chair.

Mrs. Weasley marched into the living room, her hands on her hips. She looked around the room, her eyes taking in the empty table tops, and they landed on Ron, who was hunkered down in the chair.

She stalked over to the chair, glowering over him. He didn't say anything and just shrunk as low as possible. Her eyes flashed as she towered over him. He avoided her eyes, looking at the ground instead.

"Ron," she said indignantly, her hands still resting on her hips angrily. "Tell me what is going on."

"Nothing's going on," he mumbled, still not looking at her. She sized him up, knowing he was obviously lying.

"Hermione!" she exclaimed, watching Ron closely.

"What about her?" Ron asked quietly. He gritted his teeth and waited for the explosion.

"What about her?!" she shrieked. "She moved out! You were engaged! What happened?!"

Ron hesitated, trying to figure out exactly how to break the news to her. He fidgeted in his chair while she continued to glare for him, waiting for his answer.

"I... I..." he stuttered, unable to find the right words. Mrs. Weasley just huffed and threw her arms into the air.

"Ronald, how could you let her go?! She was the best girl you've ever dated!"

"But mum--"

"And she was smart! Can you just imagine what your life would have been like?! And now she's gone! What did you do?!"

"I... It just... I didn't..." Ron stumbled around, trying and failing to find the right words. Mrs. Weasley drew herself up to her full height and glared down at her son.

"You better have a good reason for this, Ronald Weasley!"

"I--I do, it's just... I'm not..."

"Not what?" she asked suspiciously.

"I--I'm not... I can't..."

Mrs. Weasley just huffed, annoyed, and threw her hands up into the air as Ron tried to explain himself.

"It doesn't matter! What matters is that you have to get her back. Go find her and fix it!"

"But mum," Ron said pleadingly. "I can't."

"And why not? What exactly happened between you two?"

"I--it's just... I can't... and you..."

Mrs. Weasley sighed again as Ron stuttered out a response, still not being clear.

"Why can't you tell me? I'm your mother," she said in a quiet voice.

Ron sighed and hung his head. "I'm trying, but it's hard."

"Okay," she said slowly. She just really wanted to know what was going on between Ron and Hermione.

They had been together for quite awhile, ever since the war had ended. They'd gotten engaged about six months ago and had been in the midst of planning the wedding. Just the other day, Hermione had shown up at the Burrow. She had told Mrs. Weasley quite calmly that she and Ron were no longer together. She hadn't seemed that upset about it, actually.

After the shock had worn off, Mrs. Weasley had rushed over to Ron's house to find out exactly what her son had done to lose such a wonderful girl. She now found him unable to string two words together or form any kind of cohesive sentence.

"Ron," she said softly and he looked up at her. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"I can't," he said and she restrained herself from rolling her eyes. "But I can show you."

"Show me?" she repeated. He nodded, still not looking directly at her.

"Just go get dressed up like a Muggle and meet me back here in an hour."

"And then I'll find out?" she asked in a probative voice.

"Yeah," Ron said quietly. He could feel his heart beating, thumping against his chest in his nerves.

"Alright," she said, giving him a calculating look. She turned slowly around and headed for the door.

When he heard the door click shut, he gave a sigh of relief. He pushed himself up from the chair and headed into the bedroom. He stood in the bathroom, looking at his reflection. His hazel eyes reflected back at him, looking worried.

He sighed and grabbed some gel, running it through his hair, giving it a kind of wind-swept look. He changed his clothes and sat back down in the living room to wait for his mother.

He sat there nervously, hoping everything would be alright. He didn't know how to tell his mother why Hermione had left. It had been more of a mutual agreement really. Hermione had known for quite awhile and was actually quite supportive of him.

He sighed, fiddling nervously with his clothes. He smoothed down his trousers nervously and told himself to calm down. Just knowing that he was about to show his mother was pulling on his nerves.

He sat in the same arm chair for a while, trying to remain calm. Soon, he heard a knock on the door. He jumped up in his nerves. When he opened the door, Mrs. Weasley was standing on the front porch. She was wearing a dark green sweater and some dark pants. She didn't look half-bad.

She took in Ron's appearance with quiet shock. He was wearing tight black slacks along with a kind of black mesh top. His hair was gelled and he had a tiny bit of black eye-liner on.

"Ron," she said slowly. "What are you wearing?"

"We're going out," he said, ignoring her question.

"Out where?" she asked cautiously. She couldn't even begin to imagine where they would go with him dressed like that.

"Just come with me," Ron said. She looked uneasy about the whole thing but she also desperately wanted to know the story behind his and Hermione's break-up.

He walked out onto the porch and locked the door behind him. He offered his hand and she took it reluctantly. In a Pop they disappeared from the porch.

They appeared in small alley behind a large building. The sky was dark since it was after nightfall. Mrs. Weasley looked around nervously, wondering where they were. Ron turned and led the way out of the alley and to the street beyond.

He led her down the street a little ways and to a small dingy building, barely noticeable in the yellow glow of the streetlights. Through the dirty windows it looked like an appliance store that had long gone out of business.

Ron opened the door handle carefully and it creaked open. Mrs. Weasley moved instinctively closer to her son in the darkness of the street. He led the way into the dingy store and she followed quickly, eager to get out of the street.

Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in shocked silence as they went into the shop. It was not dark as it had seemed from the outside. Obviously, this was a magical building. Colorful lights bounced off the ceiling, illuminating a dance floor full of people.

Ron guided his mother over to the bar where he ordered a drink from the very good-looking bartender. He drank it nervously, all the while watching his mother as she took in the room.

Her eyes glided over the dance floor where the flashing lights showed many bodies sliding sinuously together. Her eyes furrowed together as she noticed that most of the people were males.

"Ron!" A voice could be heard over the crowd as a tall Italian man wound his way through the crowd. He smiled at Ron as he approached. When he reached them, he kissed Ron on the cheek, lingering a little longer than was necessary.

"I thought you weren't gonna come tonight," the man said playfully.

"Blaise," Ron said in a strangled voice. "This is my mother."

Blaise looked surprised for half a second as he looked at Mrs. Weasley, who was looking at him with an odd expression on her face.

"Hello, Mrs. Weasley, such a pleasure to meet you," Blaise said with a charming smile. He held out his hand politely which she accepted.

"Blaise, is it?" she asked carefully. He smiled again and turned to Ron.

"You didn't tell me your mother was so beautiful."

Mrs. Weasley couldn't help but smile at the compliment. Ron just blushed and looked away. Blaise looked between the two and smirked to himself.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, but I have to go," he said politely. Mrs. Weasley nodded distractedly. Blaise moved closer to Ron where she couldn't hear and whispered in his ear.

"Hey, I'll be around later if you want to get together," he whispered, flicking his tongue out to lick the shell of Ron's ear. Ron immediately froze, his eyes flickering over to where his mother stood, watching the crowd once more.

Blaise moved back and smirked at Ron before turning around and disappearing into the throbbing crowd. Ron swallowed hard, relieved that that was over, at least for now.

Mrs. Weasley was looking around the club with a scrutinizing look on her face. She turned to Ron who was concentrating hard on his drink.

"Ron," she said slowly, things coming together in her mind.

"Yes?" he asked carefully.

"What is this place?"

"Uh... it's called The Cellar," he told her.

"And... what do they do here?" she asked, watching as two men danced together, grinding their hips into one another’s.

"They..." Ron trailed off as a couple ran by them, both shirtless and heading toward the back. They were laughing and the taller man pulled the other to him in a searing kiss.

"Ron," Mrs. Weasley said, sounding as though she might be sick. "What is going on?!"

"It--it's not what you think," he said quickly. She turned to him, her eyes wide as saucers.

"Not what I think?! What do I think?!" she exclaimed. She placed her hands over her mouth in absolute shock as she looked down the bar where many men were making out quite heavily.

Ron bit his lower lip, sincerely wishing he had never brought her here. It would have been much easier just to tell her he was gay. She would probably have at least been a little less shocked than she was at the moment.

"Uh, it... um... I just..." He was unable to form a complete sentence once more in his panic.

Mrs. Weasley was staring around the room in utter shock and horror. Her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open. Ron grimaced as her eyes continued to travel over the groping couples, illuminated by the flashing, colored lights.

"I, I don't think I can-- I need... I need to get out of here," she said, sounding completely horrified. She turned around jerkily and waded through the dancing couples to the door.

Ron followed her, his heart beating furiously in his nervousness. They made it out to the dark street beyond and the noise of the club was automatically shut out once the door swung shut behind them. Mrs. Weasley walked at a fast pace a little ways down the street until she reached a street lamp.

She stood under the orange glow and waited for Ron to come. Ron could hear her taking deep, calming breaths as he approached. When he was standing underneath the lamp, bathed in its glow, she turned to him, murder in her face.

"Ronald Weasley," she began in a voice of deadly calm. "Is this what you do at night?"

Ron hung his head in shame at the tone of her voice.

"Mum, I--" He cut himself off, still trying to calm himself. "I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid that you-- that you would be mad."

"Mad?" she repeated, looking at him closely. He refused to meet her eyes, staring at the dark pavement.

"Hermione and I were only together for show," he said slowly, speaking to the ground. "But she got tired of it, so... she left."

"And you thought you couldn't tell me?" she asked, giving him an incredulous look. He kicked nervously at the ground.

"I just didn't want to disappoint you," he said sadly. "I know how much you want grandkids."

"Grandkids?!" she repeated incredulously. "Ron, I have other children who can give me grandkids! You're not the only one, you know."

Ron gave her a tiny smile. "I know, I just thought... I know how much you like Hermione. I wanted to make you happy."

"Ron, you make me happy," she said sincerely. "So go do what you want, just don't lie to me anymore!"

"Alright," Ron said, actually smiling this time.

"Good," she said. "Now go have some fun. I can make it home on my own."

She turned and started to walk off down the street. Just before she reached the end of it, she turned around.

"Say hello to Blaise for me. He seemed like a very nice boy."

Before Ron could respond, she disappeared in a Pop. He smiled to himself, surprised at how the evening had turned out. Instead of going back into the club, he decided he'd rather go home.

He Apparated to his home and walked up the dark walk to the front porch. He unlocked the front door and walked inside, hanging up his coat on the rack inside the door. He flipped on a light and turned around into the room.

He walked over to his favorite armchair and collapsed into it. He sighed and propped his feet up on the coffee table. He rested his head back in the chair and shut his eyes.

Suddenly, a hand slid over his eyes. He nearly jumped up but was held in place by another hand coming around and over his chest.

"Guess who." He heard a quiet whisper next to his ear.

"Mum?" he guessed. He heard a scoff and the hand was removed.

Blaise swung his body over Ron's legs and sat, straddling his lap on the chair. He settled himself in between Ron's legs and slid his hands around his neck. He leaned in and kissed him softly.

Ron's hands came up to Blaise's back, sliding under the light shirt he was wearing. Blaise feathered kisses down Ron's jaw line.

"So how did it go?" he murmured in between kisses. Ron's head rolled back and his eyes closed in contentment as Blaise continued his exploration.

"Not too bad," he said, relaxing completely.

"Mmm, that's good," Blaise said lazily against his neck. He ran his tongue over the smooth skin, following it up with his teeth scraping lightly against it. He nipped at Ron's neck before coming to face him.

He slid a hand to cup Ron's face and tilted his head upward for a loving kiss. Ron moaned into the kiss as it deepened, Blaise sliding his tongue into the willing mouth. He nibbled Ron's lower lip, his hands slipping lower and under the mesh shirt he was still wearing.

Ron's body arched upward as Blaise's fingers skimmed over his dusty, pink nipples under the shirt. Blaise pulled out of the kiss momentarily to strip off the shirt and fling it to the side. He went down on Ron's chest, licking and sucking the erect nipples.

Ron gasped as Blaise pulled on them lightly with his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. Blaise moved his body closer, grinding his erection into Ron's.

Ron groaned at the friction he was creating. He reached around and grabbed Blaise's hips, grinding themselves harder together. Blaise kissed his way up his chest, once again coming face to face with him.

He kissed him hard, possessively. Ron moaned and arched his body into the kiss, wanting more. Blaise willingly complied. Without breaking the kiss, he slid his hands down to deftly undo the buttons on Ron's trousers. He pushed them off forcefully and Ron struggled to remove them completely.

Once they were on the floor, Blaise broke the kiss. He hastily removed his own garments, throwing them haphazardly to the side as well. He reached over and fished in his pants for his wand. Once he found it, he turned back to Ron who was already panting.

He reached down with his hand to stroke Ron's already leaking cock. Ron gave a sound kind of like a whine. He waited impatiently for Blaise to hurry up. He could feel the blood throbbing in his erect member.

Blaise looked up at him and gave an evil smirk, reminiscent of the Slytherin trait. He gripped his wand and whispered a lubricant and protection spell in one.

He inserted a finger into Ron, loving how he arched up into his touch. He added another finger, scissoring the two to make sure he was stretched enough. Ron gave a cry as he brushed against that spot inside him, causing star bursts before his eyes.

When he was sure he was ready, he removed the fingers and replaced them with his pulsing cock. He pushed in slowly, relishing the feel of the tight muscles around his erection.

"Fuck, Blaise," Ron cursed, eyes shut tight. "Hurry up."

Blaise only smirked but did push in faster, becoming fully buried within Ron. He pulled out and slammed back in forcefully. Ron's breathing was shallow as Blaise thrust in and out of his body.

He angled it differently and hit that sweet spot. Ron gave a surprised cry and pulled Blaise into a hard kiss. Blaise continued to move in and out of his body, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he came closer to completion.

"Blai-aise," Ron panted, gripping his arm tightly.

Blaise slammed into his body harder, feeling his climax coming on. He could tell Ron was close as well, the way his muscles were contracting around his cock.

He pulled out and drove his body back in one more time when he came forcefully inside Ron. He shut his eyes as he exploded, a wave of heat coming over his body. He felt Ron cum as well but hardly noticed it.

Breathing hard, he leaned into Ron on the chair. He kissed his neck softly, sighing contentedly. He moved back and smiled at Ron, who looked like a satiated cat.

"So your mum is okay with this?" he asked.

"I think so," he said with a lazy smile. Blaise ran a hand through his now messy hair, pushing it back. He leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"Good," he said simply. "If she wasn't, I think I'd just have to convince her."

"And how exactly would you do that?" Ron asked, smiling slightly.

"How I do everything else," he said with a winning smile, leaning forward and licking Ron's neck sensuously. Ron just frowned.

"Oh no," he said. "You don't need to do that."

"Okay," Blaise conceded, grinning at him. "I'll save that for you."

"That's better," Ron said. Blaise laughed slightly and leaned in to kiss him once more.


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