Star Of the Weasley Family

While it was fun doing it with Luna, Ron decided to reduce his interactions with girls and prepare himself to fight. He had no clue how far his luck would take him. But leaving it all to luck was not a smart move.

Even Harry had started complaining about getting visions lately. So they all trained harder at the secret sparring sessions on the 7th floor. Ron and Harry acted as the main mentors since the others didn't have practical battle experience. 

"Combos!" Ron shouted at them. "Just hitting one spell won't work. They’re far more experienced than us." 

"Ron, am I doing it right?" 

Ron acted like he didn't hear that and walked away to find someone else. Despite his best efforts, Lavender ended up joining their sparring sessions. It was impossible to keep the matter a secret when Hermione, Parvati, Katie, and a few other girls were already selected. 

"Padma, you're doing it wrong." Ron walked up to the dusky Ravenclaw and got behind her to align her wand movement properly. "Maintain your for—"

"Like this?" Padma suddenly slammed her hips backward, grounding them over his pants. 

Ron sighed. Most of the girls were acting that way, especially those he had shagged before. It was a constant pain in his ass as he feared Hermione would notice it and ask him questions. Who had this damn idea to hold sparring classes? 

Of course, he knew he only had himself to blame. But he couldn't cry over spilled milk, could he? He simply stepped away from Padma's rear and fixed her arm position from the side. 

"Take this seriously, Ms. Patil." Ron maintained a solemn attitude and walked away. 

Since Hermione was also one of those instructing, she was too preoccupied to notice the bizarre interactions with Ron. But he still tried to avoid it and only went for the boys, leaving the girls for Harry.

"Stupefy!" 

They trained and hit the target. It was great to watch them train such spells. But in his heart, Ron knew that all of it was useless. Against the Death Eaters or any evil wizard, their little spells wouldn't work. Especially when the enemy was known and prone to shower people with unforgivable curses.

"Let's move on to Protego," Ron decided. It was better to learn to defend. "It's one of the hardest spells, but if some of can master it—"

Ron stopped talking midway as he realized most weren't paying attention. Too focused on waving their wands to try whatever spells they already knew instead of learning something new. 

So much for a sparring session. 

"Want me to help?" 

Ron smiled, hearing Hermione's concern-filled voice. "Why don't we both have a friendly duel? They might get motivated after seeing us."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked. She had never seen Ron fight. Although he had gotten much better in the classes, she still felt worried.

Ron patted her shoulder. "What? Scared of me?"

"Hmph, in your dreams, Ron." Hermione proudly scoffed and walked away to get ready. 

Ron did the same. "Everyone! I'll have a mock duel with Hermione. Watch closely… and make your bets."

Soon enough the big classroom went silent. Hermione, with her wand raised to her front, eyed Ron seriously. She certainly had no plans of losing to Ron.

As for Ron, he had a slightly stranger way of holding his wand. He didn't hold it like a fencing saber, but rather a short sword—his arms spread wide, both of them, the free hand was closer to his waist for some reason. 

It was something he had developed after training repeatedly over the past few days. But sadly, the true extent of that form could only be experienced when in a real battle. 

Silently, Ron waited for Hermione to start. But it appeared she was waiting for him to go first. With a cute smirk on her lips, and an admiring smile on his face, they both locked eyes as if not in a duel but an exchange of passion. 

"Stupefy!" Hermione made her move. 

Ron reacted in an instant, perfectly blocking the attack and countering it at the same time. "Expelliarmus!"

Woosh!

Hermione blocked Ron as well and countered with a Full Body-Bind spell. But just before it struck Ron, he leaped sideways, maintaining his fighting style. While in midair he attacked back with a Jelly-Legs Jinx.

"Aaah!" Hermione fell down. The spell connected. 

"Incarcerous!" Hermione's wand waved back just as she was falling. 

"Fuck!" Ron fell face first on the floor, his legs got tied by a rope thanks to Hermione's counter. But he was quick to free himself and focus back. Hermione was also quick to fix herself up and stand back up. 

Once again they got into a silent stand-off, waiting for the other side to make a move.

"Let's end this, Hermione," Ron replied proudly and took a deep breath. "Stupefy!"

Ron started taking forward steps. He expected Hermione to block his strike, so he continued to move while using Protego to shield himself from her counter. Right after that, he sent a barrage of attacks, a Stinging Jinx right at her face. 

"Ugh!" Hermione saved herself from it. 

"Stupefy!"

She blocked it.

"Stupefy!"

She barely blocked it.

Ron got so fast with his spells that Hermione began taking steps back. But Ron strode in faster, reducing the distance between them. 

"Locomotor Mortis!" Ron shouted and tripped Hermione once again. But just before she could hit the ground, he shot another spell. "Levicorpus!"

"Aaah!" 

Hermione suddenly fell back on the floor hard as she got lifted into the air by her ankles. Now, it was late February, so she was just wearing knee-high socks. He couldn't let her black panties be on display for all. 

Why did he know the color? That was a matter for later.

Before Hermione could be fully yanked upside down in the air he released her from the spell's effect. But just before she could hit the ground, Ron reached her and caught her in both his arms like a princess. 

"Wooohooo!" George hollered. 

Other boys whistled, while girls stared daggers. Especially a certain girl who had nothing in common with a flower except her name.

"So, do I win?" Ron asked, keeping Hermione lifted in his arms. 

Her face went red in embarrassment from that. But instead of protesting, she let her wand drop to the floor. "Spectacularly."

"That wasn't even my full power," Ron boasted.

"Oh, now that's just snobbery." She scoffed. "Can you put me down now?"

He chuckled and let her down. Though he felt someone’s gaze piercing his back, so he avoided looking that way. "That's how you fight! Now, do understand that when you're against the Death Eaters, they will be hitting you with unforgivable curses!"

"Have you used it before?" Seamus asked. 

Ron stopped smiling. He didn't know how they'd react, but the rumors were already out there. "I had to… In that forest, it was either us or them. It was my anger… It was the Cruciatus Curse. As for the other one, let's hope we never have to use it."

"That's crazy," Dean Thomas exclaimed. "And that was two versus ten of them? You're probably the best duelist in the school then."

"I was just lucky," Ron replied, being very honest about it.

"One heck of luck that was then," George muttered. 

Ron didn't respond back with much enthusiasm. "It was… not much fun."

"Let's end tonight's session." Hermione noticed the mood turning foul and took action quickly. Since they trained secretly at night, they never had much time to spare to begin with. They were to head to bed quickly after returning. 

One after another, everyone started leaving. Harry, Ron, and Hermione packed the training dummies that Ron had bought, hiding them to use the next day. 

"Ron, what happened?" Harry called his name all of a sudden. "Why are you just standing there?"

Ron woke up from a strange trance and looked over. Harry and Hermione were heading to leave. So he followed them quickly, taking long and calming breaths. 

"What are you thinking?" Hermione asked. 

"What if I had been hit by the Killing Curse back then?" Ron replied, thinking about his life. Thinking about his luck. What Dean Thomas had said had woken him up to reality. His death warrant would be signed the moment his luck faded away. 

Harry patted his shoulder. "But you won, and that's all that matters."

"I guess so," Ron muttered and walked into Gryffindor’s common room. It was already silent, so they all went to their dorms quickly.

After a quick change of clothes they all hit their beds. Using magic was physically draining, so the sleep was quick and comforting for almost everyone. 

Almost… because at that night someone felt too energized. Too excited and brave, classic Gryffindor behavior. A girl with a goal. A girl with a need to be fulfilled. 

Ron was sleeping soundly, unbothered by the moonlight shining in the room. However, that moonlight aided someone slowly creeping in.

Ron couldn’t help humming, feeling like even in his dreams, those insatiable girls came up to him one by one. It was an incredible dream, so lifelike, so hot; all his senses were tingling. 

Wait… that’s not right…

Ron slowly opened his eyes, feeling like something was jostling between his legs. Groaning, he felt his crotch wet, something was sliding up and down his fully erect length. It felt good but also terrifying all at once; there could be anything under his covers. What if it was some kind of slimy monster?

Whoosh!

With a quick pull, he removed the quilt with a jolt. His eyes widened in shock as he saw Lavender sucking his cock like the greatest trophy. His straining length was already standing firm, pointing out from between his shirt and waistband.

She slurped and suckled, her plump lips sliding down his sensitive skin, all the way to the base. Her sticky, saliva-covered fingers held his girthy member tight. 

Not a thread was on her body, her sizable globes jiggling and thrashing as her head bobbed for him. Her hair was tied behind in a ponytail, jumping and swaying; her skin glistening with sweat in the moonlight. 

"What are you doing?!" Ron whispered angrily, terrified that the other boys would wake up. He quickly pulled the quilt back over both their bodies.

Lavender giggled, satisfied that she got his attention the way she wanted to. Her body slid up onto his chest, smearing the saliva on his stiff shaft all over her chest and belly. Ron couldn't help but grit his teeth as he felt his throbbing cock twist and turn over her curves, pressed tightly between them. He couldn’t even care about her juices leaving wet marks all over his nightclothes.

Laying on him flat, Lavender pressed her marshmallowy breasts on his covered chest. Her heated breath tickled his neck as her face came closer and closer.

"Hehe… It's been so long, Won-Won,” Lavender whispered back. "Didn't I work hard tonight? I want a reward," she added, licking his Adam’s apple with heated hunger.

Ron could feel the drip of her saliva roll down his neck. Her breath was so hot he could almost feel the burn in his twitching cock. Realization finally set in…

She’s gone mad with lust! I might have made a monster!

Ron struggled to push her away, but his digits could only slip and slide all over her wet, sweaty mounds. Instead of moving away, Lavender enjoyed the ticklish feeling of his fingers all over her swells.

Lavender held onto his midsection, hugging his body as her kisses crawled up his neck and jaw. She licked and nibbled, wiggling her own body up to get to his lips. She bit and suckled on his lower lip, licking her way to his mouth. 

"T-They'll wake up. Go away, we can do this tomorrow." Ron could feel his heart in his throat. His bed was between Harry's and Dean's so he was too afraid to make any loud and heavy movements.

"Ummm…" Lavender lovingly coated his chin in her love spit, enjoying the way his fingers sunk into her heavy set of assets. "They won't, hehe."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, just a little whiff of sleeping draught to their noses." Lavender giggled again as she started rubbing her body all over him. Her uncovered drenched pussy grounded on his rising erection and pajama pants, giving him a taste of her slippery petals. 

Lavender moaned in craving as she felt his bumpy veins at her portals. Her hands naughtily slid under his pajama shirt, brushing her nails on his tight, wound up abs as he was still worried. Her fingers eventually found one of his nipples, pinching it lovingly.

“Ah..” Ron sucked in a cold breath at the sensation. Quickly pulling out her arms from under his shirt. 

“You should really go! Not tonight, Lavender! I’m tired!” He hissed out.

Lavender placed both palms on each side of Ron’s head, pushing back so she could see him clearly face to face. Her face pouted pitifully, clearly an act to arouse him even more. “But I really need it Won-Won… It's been so long, I feel so empty.”

“I don’t care..”

“But I want my naughty daddy…” She cooed. 

“I’m not interested!” Ron whispered sternly.

“Really? Even if I pleasure myself in front of you with my fingers?” She licked her lips in thirst.

“Even then!”

“Even if fuck myself silly with my wand? Come all over you, over and over; Moaning so lou—umph!” Lavender’s increasing tone was suddenly stopped.

Ron, covering her mouth with both palms, shook his head. 

“Fine! Once, but only once! Okay?” Ron gritted his teeth, accepting it before she woke up the entire school.

Ron quickly rolled her body to his side as he turned to face her too. He lowered his pants down his hips as Lavender quickly unbuttoned his pajama shirt, gliding her hungry hands all over his chest. Ron didn't care about taking off all his clothes, all he wanted was to satisfy her and quickly send her on her way. Well, that was his immediate thought anyway…

As he grabbed her leg, and placed it onto his waist, giving him unrestricted entry to her drooling slit, he instantly felt the heat of her loins on his cockhead. So warm and searing, his craving soared. 

He grabbed hold of her waist, spearing in hard as he jolted her body closer. He wasn't going to go slow, and he knew she wouldn’t even mind it. 

His hips moved with fervor, shoving his throbbing cock to the hilt. He relished the feeling of her moldable bosom on his half-bare chest, the slick sweaty mammaries smushed against his body; squishing up and down as he thrust in recklessly. 

“Oohhh.. Won... Won... Yes, yes! That's it! I wanted you so ba—” Lavender moaned like a cat in heat.

Ron quickly shoved his tongue into her mouth, sealing her blissful cries completely as he pulled her head closer. As their tongues started to struggle for dominance, Ron’s hips kept plowing into her. His idle arm hooked her knee from below and parted her legs wider, hungry to go in deeper.

“Umph.. Harder.. Take me… Ruin me!” Lavender muttered every time Ron gasped for breath.

Thinking quickly, Ron pulled out, rolled Lavender's blushing body on the bed, and made her lay there face down on the pillows. With her mews muffled by the pillows, he pressed his chest on her back, locking her hands with their fingers intertwined, pressing them on the bed.

“Bite that pillow and keep quiet for me,” he growled an order in her ear.

Lavender simply nodded as Ron’s feet got busy, widening her legs as his knees pushed them apart. He aimed a little lower, smearing his purple head on her soaking wet pussy. He could feel her body twitch under him as his pelvic muscles slammed into her plump, soft ass.

The bed swayed and creaked, betraying the silence that Ron was hoping for. But he couldn't care less now, as her silky, massaging walls tightened around his throbbing cock. 

He slammed into her portals, going as deep as pushing his feet on the bed. He kicked the bed and jolted his cock in, pivoting on his knees to dive into her lusty, scorching pussy.

“Umph.. oh.. mph!” Lavender bit the pillow hard, her fingers gripping onto Ron’s. But low muffled cries of deliverance still seeped through. 

Ron pumped in and out as fast as he could, her body jolting on the bed as Ron’s hips smacked into her ass. Ron couldn’t help but relish the feeling of that juicy ass on his crotch, bouncing on his skin. So creamy and blissful he couldn’t help but ground into her pussy again and again.

He let go of her hands, letting her fingers clench and twist the sheets of his bed. He had other things to focus on, slipping his palm down between Lavender and the bed, grabbing hold of both hills from each side.

He pinched her hardened nipples between his fingers, clutching her smothered flesh in each palm, and pulling her whole body down onto his raging cock. Each thrust struck her deepest wall, smacking onto her welcoming cervix.

“Ummmhhh!” Lavender screamed into the pillow. Her body stiffened up as her mind went blank. 

Ron could feel the muscles of her lower lips straining for that last push. He kept going, gripping and pinching her breast as he slammed into her.

Then, he felt it. Her cave of wonders filled up with hot, steaming lava of love. Her body shivered uncontrollably, releasing waves after waves of liquid ecstasy.

With the gripping sensation from her pussy taking over, massaging his cock to no end, Ron could also feel his release coming.

His quick pace didn't stop, pushing his need to that last barrier. Shoving in like no tomorrow.

“God..!” Ron quickly pulled out his cock, smacking it right between the valley of her gelatinous ass. He smothered it with his body, grinding out that last push.

With a heavenly burst of joy, his cum sprayed out, leaving Lavender’s smooth curving back ruined with sticky cream. His white seeds dripped all over her back, rolling to her waist and ruining his sheets, sticky and slimy between their bodies.

With a deep breath, he straightened back up and knelt on the bed, right between Lavender's legs, looking down at his disheveled pajamas.

Fuck! Ron cursed inside, annoyed by how much cleaning he’d need to do. I need to change clothes before anyone wakes up too.

“Hmmm… Won-Won. That was amazing…” Lavender turned to her side, speaking as if she was drunk, high on pleasure. Her eyes were closed, but her lips had a serene, satisfied smile.

“Hey don't sleep here!” Ron barked out a whisper, still worried someone would wake up before he got her to leave. He quickly buttoned up his shirt and pulled up his soaked pajama pants.

Then, he grabbed her hand and forced her to sit up on the bed. He searched all over the floor and found her flowery nightgown and fluffy robe under his bed.

With quick and annoyed movements, he made her wear them, uncaring that there was no underwear in sight. He guessed she hadn’t worn them from the very beginning. 

Happy and satisfied, she allowed him to do whatever he wanted, even dressing her up like a stringless puppet and pulling her off the bed.

Quickly and cautiously, Ron pushed her to the door, pulling her down the stairwell, and to the common room. Looking left and right to make sure no one was awake, he pushed her towards the girls' dorms and turned back to the boy’s dorm on his own.

Taking a sigh of relief, Ron returned to his room. Taking a look at his messy bed, he grunted in annoyance. Bloody hell, I came a lot.

He rummaged through his belongings, looking for a spare set of pajamas.

"You were right, Ron. She's crazy…"

"..."

Ron froze and looked towards the voice. It was Harry's bed, his eyes were open but there were no glasses. He was still looking in his direction. 

"S-She came here, Harry. Wait… did she lie about the sleeping draught?!" Ron began to sweat and looked towards the other two beds. But they appeared unmoved. 

Harry shifted under his quilt and faced his back toward Ron. "I couldn't sleep… Didn't inhale whatever she was holding. Good night, Ron."

"...That was embarrassing." Ron sighed, cleaned his bedsheets with magic and lay down once again. "Good night."

####

Ron trained harder than the rest. It wasn't just the attack on the Department of Mysteries that he was worried about, but also his visit to the Greengrass manor that Easter holiday. It was going to be a close-quarter indoor fight, so he had to prepare for it well. 

"Let's try again!" Ron requested, standing against Harry in a duel. Both of the boys panted in fatigue, sweating like peak summer. 

Harry breathed deeply and took off his glasses to wipe them clean. "Aren't you pushing yourself too hard, Ron?"

"Harry, you and I are one spell away from death. If anything, we were taking this too lightly until now,” Ron replied. "Anything can happen when we go to the Ministry."

Harry turned serious at that mention. He was well aware of the attack on the Ministry that was coming soon. He had agreed to destroy his prophecy orb and replace it with a trap. "You're right."

Harry honestly felt worried for his best friend. Ron was never this serious about things. What caused so much sudden change? 

"By the way, how is the thing with Cho going?" Ron inquired suddenly. 

Harry shrugged. "I… don't really see her anymore." 

Unlike before, Ron didn't urge Harry to go after Cho. Especially after having pondered about Daphne's actions, being forced to seduce him by the Dark Lord. I am to Cho what Voldemort is to Daphne; Ron had thought. 

"It's better to end things with her officially now," Ron suggested, wanting to move on entirely. "We got that old picture of you two kissing at the Christmas party. Just send it to Cedric with a letter."

Harry silently nodded and prepared to spar once again. The fifth year was coming to an end, and he expected something violent to happen soon just as years before. 

"Help me practice Protego," Harry requested.

"Sure." Ron was happy to oblige and bombarded Harry with spells. 

Day after day, twice a day, the two boys trained to the best of their abilities until they'd drop down in exhaustion. It wasn't easy to manage everything since their OWLs were also coming soon. 

But for Ron, it was even harder as he had decided to head out during the Easter holidays, while Harry and Hermione decided to stay back and study. 

"I really worry you're going to fail the OWLs, Ron." Hermione nagged as he prepared to leave. Among the 5th year Gryffindors, he was the only one heading home. 

"Then make sure you write me letters and remind me to revise the books," Ron replied and winked at her. "Besides, I haven't forgotten that offer yet."

Hermione blushed red that instant, questioning herself why she had made that offer back then. 

"What offer?" Harry asked confusedly. 

Ron coughed and changed the topic. "Keep practicing, Harry. I will send you a letter if I find anything new."

"I still don't understand why you have to go," Harry added. 

"To see my family. They're not living at the Burrow anymore, Harry. I gotta make sure they're safe." Ron lied, but it was only half a lie. "Then, I'll see you later."

"Take care." Hermione gave him a quick hug and walked away, returning to the school in embarrassment. 

Harry shook his head, having realized Hermione had feelings for Ron. "Does she know?"

"No." 

"Buddy, you're in one deep mess." Harry sympathized, patted Ron's shoulder, and returned. 

Ron silently watched them both leave. A mess of my own making, I'm afraid. Damn my horny cock. 

####

Easter was on April 7th that year, and the holiday lasted two weeks. So there was still a week before Easter, and Ron decided to prepare himself for the duel at that time. 

He couldn't return to the Burrow since Narcissa was hiding there. So, he chose to stay at Leaky Cauldron Inn. Being in Diagon Alley gave him ample opportunity to slowly buy the potions and supplies needed for the battle. 

But he never tried to keep himself hidden, openly ensuring that everyone knew Ronald Weasley was roaming freely. At times, as per the plan, he met with Daphne on a few 'dates' in Diagon Alley, acting close with her to sell the whole act to the hidden eyes focused on him. 

Biding his time in his room most of the days, it didn't take long before Easter arrived. Just as evening approached, he changed his clothes into something clean and modest and headed out to the Greengrass manor. 

The Greengrass family… I don't think they can avoid being scrutinized with what's about to happen. Ron thought and just before he approached the manor, he tied a letter to his owl and sent it away flying. The Ministry should take care of the rest. 

Then before moving again, he took out some small vials of potions and consumed them one by one for various enhancements. 

At last, he entered through the wide open gates of the mansion compound. All these ancient families have these big mansions. No wonder they look down on the Weasley name.

It didn't matter, however. Ron preferred the Burrow more. It felt homely, at least. With his money it had already been renovated decently, expanding the space magically in the rooms. In comparison, the mansions gave off a cold feeling. 

And most of them tend to be owned by blood purists. Ron muttered, trying to make sense of the correlation. 

Knock! Knock!

He reached the massive twin doors soon and knocked on them. His breath was controlled, but his heart raced in expectations of what was to come next. 

"Ron?" Daphne opened the door and greeted him. 

She's not that bad. Ron admired her looks in that white, ankle-length aristocratic dress. It accentuated her skin, blonde hair, and especially her charming figure. 

"Here I am." Ron walked into the mansion. He couldn't find any hint of worry or anxiety on Daphne's smiling face. "So, where to?" 

"Everyone's waiting in the dining hall… Everyone wanted to meet you quickly and get to know you." Daphne held his arm as they walked together. Her grip was too rough, as if suggesting something. 

Everyone? Ron noticed her emphasis on ‘Everyone’. I'll need more than that, girl. 

"Father, Ron is here." 

Before even looking at Mr. Greengrass, Ron gazed around the room with just his eyes, scanning every corner and place where Death Eaters could be hiding. But to his utter surprise, the entire dining hall was just a simple square room with a lone, long table in the middle. The walls were all empty, not even a single cabinet. Though there were a few portraits, none were big enough to hide someone behind. 

Where are they hiding then? 

"Mr. Weasley, welcome to my home." Mr. Greengrass approached him with a wide, inviting smile, extending his hand. "We have heard so much about you."

Ron politely shook hands with him. "Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Greengrass. Please, call me Ron."

"Then, Ron. Join us at the table." 

Ron nodded and greeted Mrs. Greengrass next, an aristocratic-looking woman with auburn hair, a tall frame, and a rather chubby but attractive figure. It was Mr. Greengrass who was blonde. 

But to his surprise, Daphne led him to a seat that was between herself and Astoria Greengrass. The arrangement felt weird, considering he was only 'dating' Daphne. 

Willing to use both of your daughters? Ron eyed Astoria beside him and noticed her nervousness. She was paler, petite, and not as tall as Daphne, but attractive nonetheless. 

"The Daily Prophet writes about you every day, Ron." Mrs. Greengrass tried to make small talk with him. "I greatly enjoy reading the articles."

"They overestimate me, I'm afraid," Ron replied, noticing the minute details about her expressions. It was faker than Luna's imaginary friends. Besides, he noticed the Greengrass couples had their wands placed on the table right beside their empty plates. 

Will they be attacking too? 

"But seriously, I've never seen Rita Skeeter write something good about anyone. You're the first,” Daphne chimed in, jolting her body to slam her midriff against the table's edge. 

Oh! Ron suddenly felt Daphne's hand on his lap, secretly reaching him under the tablecloth's draping sides. We don't have time for this, Daphne!

"I'm sure Ron's now famous in all four directions," Daphne added, smiling towards him while her blue eyes remained unchanged, wide open. "North, south, east, or west—I bet other schools are jealous of Hogwarts. We got two champions instead of one."

"Indeed, Daphne!" Mr. Greengrass voiced and waved his hand towards their house elf to bring the food. "Let's begin the dinner now. I'm sure there is a lot to talk about, we can continue that in the living room with dessert later."

"Sounds great, Mr. Greengrass." Ron agreed and focused on what Daphne was doing on his lap. 

It wasn't erotic since her palm never touched his groin. It remained spread on his thigh, where just one of her fingers was constantly moving in different directions. 

Up, down, left, left, right—Positions? Ron stretched his neck and gazed around. There's nowhere to hide. 

But he still memorized the patterns Daphne made. Once the food arrived, he busied himself with eating while deeply pondering about where his enemies could be hiding. 

The directions make no sense. Will they apparate in? No, wait! Ron picked up a glass to drink water and just then noticed the reflection of the roof. A wooden roof in a mansion made of stone? 

To not alert anyone he avoided looking directly up and used his glass of water to assess it. The ceiling in this hall is lower than the way I walked in. Then… the directions make sense. 

“What are your plans after Hogwarts, Ron?” asked Mr. Greengrass.

“Kill Volde… I mean, I will probably join the Ministry as an Auror.” Ron purposefully added Voldemort’s mention. As expected, just half of that name put them all on the edge. “I think after my achievements during the Triwizard tournament and the battle in the forest, I have a head start.”

Mr. Greengrass cursed himself for opening his mouth and focused on the piece of meat on his plate. 

But Ron refused to stop from there on. "How well do you know Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Greengrass? Why did he do something so stupid? To attack Madam Bones? I still ponder that."

"Haha…" Mr. Greengrass just chuckled and refused to answer. Of course, he wanted to say Lucius was a fool. But there was a sword hanging on his throat at that moment.

When will they attack? Ron wondered. 

"Ah, I just remembered something important. Please enjoy your meal, Ron." Mr. Greengrass suddenly got up from his seat. "Astoria, come with me. It's time for your medicine." 

Here it comes. Ron saw the man leaving as a sign of the start of the attack. Mrs. Greengrass will leave now? 

"Ah, there isn't enough water in the pitcher. Let me go fetch it." Mrs. Greengrass left too. 

As if you don't have a house elf. Ron now knew the attack was going to come. So he looked at the last leftover Greengrass. Go on, leave… leave?

For some reason, Daphne stayed in her seat, unmoving. She didn't eat either and silently stared at the plate, her eyes overcome with tears. Her hand holding the spoon was clenched so tight that he could see blood there. 

What's going on? Ron questioned himself and swiftly slid one hand into his pocket. Why aren't you leaving? 

Creak!

Ron heard something above and prepared himself. Go away, Daphne!

Creak!

They're changing positions? Ron cursed, staring at Daphne's face. Tears trailed down her cheeks and dripped down on the plate.

Ron gritted his teeth and reached for his wand with the other hand. He looked up directly, making a decision. 

It was better to fight on his own terms, so he aimed above.

"Come out! Voldemort's dogs—Bombarda Maxima!"

Boom!