Star Of the Weasley Family

"Only two days are left, and you still haven't any clue what's the next task, Harry."

"Just relax. I'm sure we'll find something soon enough." Ron replied while fidgeting with the golden egg by the lakeside outside the school. Beside him was Harry, deep in contemplation, while Hermione just panicked behind them.

Hermione sighed, folding her arms and rolling her gaze, "Be a little serious, Ron. This is about life and death for Harry."

"Catch!" Ron suddenly threw the golden egg at Harry.

But being too deep in his thoughts, Harry didn't realize when the egg hit him. He fumbled to grab it, but it slid off and fell into the shallow shore of the lake. Right away, the egg opened, and a golden shine shone from the water.

"Aha!" Ron exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear and staring at Hermione proudly. "Sometimes it's better to loosen up a little, Hermione."

She was speechless and couldn't find anything to counter this time. Indeed, this was a massive clue. Water was the solution to stop the egg's screeching noise.

"Harry, go to the bathroom and listen to it underwater," Hermione quickly suggested. "Quick!"

Slightly flabbergasted and amazed at how easily his greatest worry was solved by Ron, Harry picked up the golden egg quickly and gave a quick pat of appreciation on Ron's shoulder.

"Thanks."

"Don't worry, mate." Ron smiled and watched Harry run back to the school, leaving him and Hermione alone. "So, how's it going with Viktor? Did he figure out the clue?"

Hermione blushed instantly, smiling on her own. "We don't talk about the tournament. He's very silent, actually. Mostly stares at me when I study."

"Creepy," Ron muttered.

"I agree on that," she replied, stepping closer to him to stand by his side, their shoulders almost touching. "What do you think? Who's doing all this to Harry this time? He didn't put his name on his own. We know that."

Ron shrugged and began walking, letting Hermione join beside him. "Every year, it's been something related to the Dark Lord. So, my money is on him again."

She found herself agreeing with him. "That man is obsessed with Harry for some reason, and we need to know why. Perhaps it's the curse mark? Or his mother? A grudge?"

"I don't know, Hermione. But whatever it is, we will soon know. For now, I'm just famished."

"You're always starving."

"Because I'm a growing boy."

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It was the lake! The next task involved something underwater, and Ron wanted to help his best friend as much as he could. After all, only a night was left.

But as he went from one professor to another, he saw Moody and Snape talking secretly and being suspicious. Ever since the exchange he had heard between Igor and Snape, he never trusted the potions professor to be up to any good.

Afterward, he decided to head to the library to find some smart students and ask them for a way to breathe underwater.

But just as he headed toward the library, he saw the champion of the Beauxbatons, Fleur Delacour, walking toward him with her sister beside her. Both of them looked absolutely charming, and the allure of a Veela was clearly trying to take over his head again.

You can't lose your dignity again, Ron. She already shamed you once before. He told himself and kept walking on his way.

The closer they got, the more Ron felt attracted to the breathtakingly beautiful witch. Her tall, lean figure as she swayed her hips on the walk looked particularly enticing in her school uniform. She walked past him with an air of grace that made her seem like she was gliding. He couldn't help but constantly stare at her silver-blonde hair that fell almost to her waist.

Must not give in! He tried his best not to go crazy over her and hoped to just walk away.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley."

Why is she calling my name? Ron stopped in his tracks and stiffly looked behind him. Just from her siren-like voice, he felt like running to her and grabbing her by the waist.

"Yeah?"

Fleur smiled cutely, showcasing her deep blue eyes, fair skin, and very white, even teeth. According to many, she was the peak of beauty, and Ron wasn't too far from that evaluation.

"Mr. Weasley, if I had known you'd be such a fun personality, I'd have picked you as my partner."

Woah. I can't believe she's actually saying this.

Ron felt like he was soaring to the skies. "Lost opportunities, Ms. Delacour. But we still have a long way to go. Perhaps we can have a dance at the end of the competition. I bid you good luck for the coming tasks—I'll see you tomorrow."

Fleur smiled and turned around to walk away. But Ron didn't go as he stared at her swaying hips, tightly wrapped around her skirt. He gulped his saliva and finally took a long breath.

Only my mate's winning, though—but good Merlin, she's wicked hot.

He had tried to act like a gentleman with her since he reckoned that was the kind of man she liked.

"Well, let's hope she feels the same at the end of the competition." He muttered and again headed towards the library.

Bam!

"Ouch! Can't you s—"

Ron looked carefully at the feminine voice. He felt something utterly soft squish against his palm and could guess what it was. Looking down, he noticed Lavender Brown underneath him as he tried not to lie on top of her body entirely.

So soft.

He quickly retracted his hand and stepped back from her, "Let me help you."

He extended his hand and helped her stand up while checking her out. He knew her very well, somewhat of a female class clown in a way, but pretty, of course. She was quite well-developed, not to mention. She was slightly on the chubbier side, but her curves were nothing to joke about. Her jutting breast was seemingly at war with her shirt and sweater, while her skirt was knee-length, yet it didn't hide her shapely, well-developed ass.

Having seen Fleur, he was already rock hard down there, so after touching Lavender's soft breast, there was no way he could control it anymore. He wanted to quickly go to the bathroom and stroke himself to finish.

"I'm sorry, Lavender." He said, stepping away from her. "Are you alright?"

However, Lavender kept smiling for no reason. There was a deep blush on her face that never vanished. Her curly, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin were nothing to ignore either. While a little shorter than him, she was quite a beauty in her own right.

"I'm alright, Ron," she muttered, continuously playing with her hair, coiling locks around her finger. "I heard the rumors."

"What rumors?" Ron confusedly stared at her mounds. He couldn't help it with that throbbing erection that he forgot to cover.

"Padma told a few of us."

"Oh? She did?" He felt somewhat embarrassed.

"You're a 'big' man, aren't you?" Her gaze trailed down to his crotch.

What did Padma say? Did I do something wrong back then? Anyway, I have to take care of 'this' first. Wondering, he decided to go to the bathroom and use his God-given hand.

"Sorry, I have to go and take care of… something."

"Wait!" Lavender suddenly exclaimed, followed him in a rush, and grabbed his arm. "Umm… I heard… You're helping Harry a lot to win this tournament. Maybe… Maybe I can help you, too?"

"..."

Is this really happening? No, it can't be. I've never had any luck with girls before. It can't be this easy to get close to them.

His brows rose, and he immediately agreed. "What kind of help are you thinking of?"

"Hehe…" She grinned strongly and looked around. "Well, we can talk about it in detail. Maybe somewhere private?"

Ron immediately thought of the third-year bathroom. It was haunted, and nobody ever entered it since the Chamber of Secrets had left a bad memory for all. "Follow me."

As he turned around, Lavender grabbed his arm, walking right beside him while pressing her curvy mounds on his arm.

Why is she this clingy?

Ron gulped and started to heat up even more inside.

Quickly, they ran upstairs and arrived at the bathroom. It was as dark and dirty as it was the last time he was there. But it was empty enough to serve the purpose. And since there was still a door, he quickly closed it behind them.

He brought her over to the middle near the sinks and looked at her needy eyes. Her deep blue gaze stared at him similarly, while her red lips looked quite savory, ready to be tasted.

His heart beat fast, and he doubted what Lavender was actually thinking. So he decided to ask just to be sure. "So… Heuk!"

Lavender suddenly pulled on the collar of his robes and slammed her lips onto his.

Kissing? Ron panicked for a moment, but then confidence arose out of nowhere. His lips were still closed as Lavender tried to pry them open with her tongue.

He had no long-term experience, so he went with his instincts. He leaned in and cupped her waist gently before lowering his face onto hers and kissing her deeply and passionately.

His lips parted open, and Lavender's tongue quickly made its move. For a good while, they tilted their heads left and right, breathing heavily into each other. It seemed as if two barely innocent tongues were colliding and struggling to invade each other's mouths.

Ron could already feel the craving in his body. He couldn't wait anymore and started to move his hands. One of his palms brushed up from her waist, gently cupping her breast that easily spilled over his fingers. It was warm and soft, exactly how he imagined it would be.

Then, his other hands traveled down to her plump hips, onto her rounded ass. He grabbed it and pulled her closer to him. She giggled into his mouth, getting excited.

Lavender quickly took off her sweater, thrilled at the prospect of finally getting Ron, someone she had been interested in lately. Her hands kept moving, and she unbuttoned her white shirt.

Ron could finally see her cleavage above her pastel-purple bra, seductive and innocent. His erection twitched, aching to devour her blushing curves.

Ron pulled her bra down with his fingers, letting her beautifully formed breasts jut out, supported by her bra. His tongue left Lavender's lips and licked down her neck and collarbone, leaving a slick, wet trail. As his lips reached her breasts and then her budding nipple, he could feel her shiver against him.

"Ummmph… oh…" Lavender moaned with breathless, urgent gasps, brushing her hands over his hair and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled as she saw him enjoy her pink flush of arousal, drowning her in pleasure.

Lavender's hands brushed down his sides, reaching his waist, and tugged on his belt. Her fingers brushed against the bulge in his pants, wildly teasing his straining manhood and tickling him even further.

Ron, getting the idea now, quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and underwear down to his thighs. His erection jumped out, ready for more. However, before he could do anything else, Lavender shoved him against the sink and quickly knelt down on both knees.

She's wild!

A little startled, Ron's eyes went wide as Lavender aggressively pulled his pants lower to his knees. Her charming face was inches away from his hot, swollen knob, and strands of her curly hair were already tickling his shaft.

"Oh my Won Won…. You really are… Big…" She muttered as her lips came closer to his twitching cock.

Won Won? Does she mean me?

Lavender parted her lips, licked around his rim, and started sucking him as she pushed her head down, sending his cock deep into her mouth with a frivolous thrust.

Her tongue traveled round and round as she coated his length with her warm saliva, licking and sucking hard. She couldn't help it. She wanted him to fill her up. She wanted to taste that hot lava of love in his loins so badly.

"Gah!" Ron jolted and groaned. It felt good but kind of harsh for a start.

Lavender fumbled with her tongue, trying hard to press her slick, wet tongue on his staff. Ron could feel her milking his thickness with force. She bobbed her head up and down, sending shivers up his spine as his hands clutched the edge of the sink.

He gritted his teeth, not wanting to rush things. Holding on to such an intense erection, he didn't want to let it out so soon from her aggressive movements.

Lavender didn't hear Ron make a sound, so she tried even harder.

"Ah!" Ron finally breathed after Lavender pulled back from his cock, sucking on it until her lips finally let go.

He tried to calm his breath down. However, without warning, Lavender scooted her knees forward and smushed her breasts together, smothering Ron's hard male heat between her sweaty, curvy mounds. She massaged them up and down, swallowing up his swollen member in her deep, heavenly valley.

"Oh Ron… Ohh…" Lavender enjoyed her own movements, also pinching her nipples between her own fingers, tugging on them.

Ron couldn't take it anymore, he was mesmerized by how flushed her face was as she kissed, licked, and sucked on his straining head, every time it peeked out of her perfectly soft clouds. He could feel his head was about to pop from all the stimulation, especially the warm, slimy saliva coating her satin-smooth breast.

Ron quickly pulled her up by the arms, turned her, and pushed her onto the sink.

"Oh, Won Won!" Lavender yelped excitedly as she leaned on the sink, her hands supporting herself on the mirror.

Ron moved behind her, flipped her skirt over her waist, and pulled down her pastel-purple panties straight down to her ankles. He grabbed her ass; his finger sunk into her creamy ass cheeks and kneaded them as he admired how shapely and soft they were.

Ron wanted this time to be even more memorable since he hadn't gotten a chance to savor it slowly last time. He suddenly got an idea, remembering something he read in one of his brother's hidden magazines.

So, he got down on his knees behind her, inching his face closer to her salivating petals. Then, he extended his tongue and slowly licked her clean and hairless drooling slit.

"Ahh!" Lavender shuddered, her ass bounced and wiggled. She never felt that way before. Something slimy, wiggling, and ticklish was invading her wet hole, it felt naughty and thrilling at the same time.

Ron continued to flick his tongue on her petals, parting them with each brush, and flicking his tongue on her swollen little nub. Lavender's wet, lower lips started to pulse, gaping for more attention as if it tried to grab his tongue.

Ron stuck his tongue out, drinking in the sweet flavor of her pure heat, dribbling out little by little. His hands kept kneading and fondling her ass, making her body shiver all over. She moaned in delight, dropping her head and closing her eyes to fully enjoy his nasty, invading tongue.

Ron groaned into her in approval, immensely enjoying the sounds she made. He gained some more confidence, feeling like he could pleasure her like no other. He widely swept his tongue through her labia, drawing circles around her pearl of passion, then plunged back into her hot, wet sheath. It moved and wiggled, brushing against her moist walls wildly.

"Ohh… oh… Won Won… I can't! Ahhh!" Lavender slapped her hand on the mirror and clutched the other. Her body convulsed with glorious waves of splendor. She came with a spurt, covering Ron's tongue with her juices, making him taste every inch of her, some even dripping down to her panties. Her knees buckled, going weak.

Grabbing onto her waist, Ron kept her steady and stood up behind her drenched pulsating core, ready for the main course. He aimed his thick hardness and pressed his swollen head on her entrance.

"Oh Oh… yes!" Lavender could feel his cock kissing her throbbing petals, slightly pushing in. "Yes, yes! Take me, I want you inside. Fill me up, give me your babies... let's get married quickly, Won Won! With lots and lots of babies!"

"…"

Silence suddenly fell.

What did she just say? Babies? What?

"Won Won? Um... Ron?" Lavender turned around.

"You... You want…to…." Ron was a little shocked, holding on to his aching shaft on the verge of entering her. "Lavender, you're still a virgin?" Ron quickly changed the subject, trying hard not to mention babies.

Wasn't this a one-time thing? Ron wondered, feeling annoyed at his erection being left unattended.

"I want my first time to be with you, Ron… Then we can be official, and we'll always be together! We can get married after we finish our N.E.W.T.s!" She suggested with wide dreamy eyes as she palmed his cock with her warm fingers. "We can have so much fun in the next years of school. We can come here every… single… day~"

"No… Maybe… Maybe we can meet during the summer break? Somewhere nice? It's your first time, after all," Ron suggested, seeming apologetic as he quickly backed away, holding on to his straining bulge.

I'm all for having fun together, but babies? Marriage? At our age? No way… Nope…

"Maybe I can use my hand? Or mouth?" She offered, somewhat in a saner state of mind, seeing as he was starting to turn pale. But she didn't want to leave Ron like that.

Ron didn't want a sloppy blowjob, however. He craved the warmth of someone's slit impaled around his girth at this moment. It's just that he didn't want to risk his future for it, not right now.

Seeing her obsessive eyes, he wasn't sure she would let him pull out at the right moment. He wasn't going to risk it.

"Won Won…" She reached out, pouting a little sadly.

"Sorry, Lavender. Maybe later…" Ron backed further away, almost bumping into the bathroom stall door behind him. He pulled up his pants but hadn't fully zipped it up yet.

Lavender bitterly smiled and picked up her sweater before putting it on again and pulling up her panties without looking at him. Before Ron could say anything else, she ran out.

Ron groaned as she left and continued to stroke his cock, but never enough to grant himself a release. It wasn't a matter of pleasure anymore but rather a conviction to fuck.

"Hehehe… You're big."

Ron scoffed at Moaning Myrtle's ghost, "Leave, or I will tell Harry to never come here again for a bath."

The ghost disappeared right away. She was, after all, quite interested in sneaking on the Boy Who Lived.

Ugh, what now? He asked himself, feeling his cock about to explode from the erection. Heck, even the balls hurt. Let's just go first.

He left the haunted bathroom. It was almost evening as he had spent the entire day searching for help for Harry. The hallways were empty as the three schools focused on the task tomorrow. But the task was far from Ron's worry when he felt tense between his legs.

"Ron? I just saw Lavender run away shouting your name. What did—"

"Padma?!" Ron recognized that sexy voice. He looked, and sure enough, it was the charming beauty that was also as sweet as chocolate. Right away, his gaze fell on her skirt, knowing what he needed.

He wasted no time rushing to her, grabbing Padma's arm, and pulling her aside to the parapet wall that overlooked the open space. He pushed her back until her ass was plastered on the wall, taking her by surprise.

"Padma, I need this," he said and grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her frantically, then his hands shifted down to her breasts, fondling and squeezing wildly.

"Ummph…" Her mouth was filled with his tongue, tasting the harsh rush of his breath.

Padma instantly felt her loins heat up, passionately kissing him back and gulping his tongue's nectar. She could feel his rock-hard phallus over her clothes, clearly aching to come out.

"Ron, we can't do it here. Someone will see us." She warned, but not against the idea of doing it with him.

But Ron didn't listen and pressed her harder against the wall. His hands moved again and massaged her waist, kneading her hips, and finally fully held on to her tender, cushiony ass.

"Ah!" Padma yelped as Ron placed her up on the half wall and set her down. It was dangerous, being on the third floor, but Ron always held her tightly.

As she sat there, looking at him with a thrill in her eyes, Ron pulled down her panties, letting it dangle on one of her feet. She giggled, well aware of what he was yearning for. But at the same time, she frantically looked left and right at the empty hallway in fear.

"Be quick!" she said, spreading her legs wide and giving away the view of her creamy entrance. "I don't wanna be expelled."

Ron pulled his pants back down to his thighs, letting his aching erection out.

Padma pulled up her skirt while letting her finger also trail up her smooth amber-like thigh, letting Ron see her fingers brushing up against the slick wetness of her excitement as she parted her knees wider.

As his eyes caught sight of her naked core, Ron couldn't wait anymore and moved closer, allowing his swollen head to push against her entrance.

"Ah!" Padma could feel his straining eagerness invade her slippery softness, parting them open and filling her in one swift motion. It was slightly rough as she wasn't fully prepared, but she welcomed him nonetheless.

Ron didn't stop there and pulled out the hem of her white shirt from her waistband, sinking his hands under it and caressing her burning chestnut belly, searching for more. He pushed her bra up and quickly found her plump breasts and hard nipples under it. He pushed her shirt up to her chest with the back of his arm as his fingers pinched and tugged at her buds, earning sweet, sultry moans from Padma.

Holding her waist safely with his other arm, he moved his hips, thrusting into her without a care. He rocked inside her over and over, and she squirmed against him, allowing him to feel every bit of her unspeakable ecstasy, clenching onto his length.

A moment later, he hugged her body against his, letting Padma rest her chin on his shoulder while his thrusts devoured her. He moved even more frantically, striking her inner walls with his torrid spear.

"Ah! Ah! Ron! Not! So…. Fast!" Padma held on for dear life, placing her arms around his neck.

The fast, frantic, and very sudden fuck made her arch her back, pressing her chest onto Ron's. Her body convulsed in intolerable pleasure. Even she couldn't believe how quickly she peaked, but at the same time, the fear of being seen was paramount and exciting somehow.

"Ahhh!"

Listening to her long moan of release, Ron groaned into her ear, tasting her hot molten juices on his cock. The feeling made him soar into bliss, and he quickly pulled out, pressing his throbbing member on her belly.

Like a shower of white, he burst onto her soft mahogany skin, smearing it with his seeds that slowly slid down to foul her skirt.

"Haaa…" Ron finally let out a breath of relief as his head rested on Padma's shoulder. He felt his cock start to calm down, still twitching a bit.

Slap!

Padma suddenly slapped his arm.

Slap, slap, slap!

"Ouch! Ou! Padma! It's me, Ron! What did I do wrong? We already…"

"Oh, come on!" Padma angrily glared at him, although not angry for the fucking part. "You should discuss planning these things from now on instead of being this… brusque. Look at where we are!"

"Where?" Ron looked, and his face turned pale—the endless hallway on the left and right. "Bloody hell!"

He quickly stepped back and pulled his pants up. He felt guilty and helped her clean up with his handkerchief before his seeds dried. "I'm sorry… I should have asked first."

"It's alright…" She muttered and cleaned his dripping cock with the same piece of cloth. "Let's meet later tomorrow if you're not too busy after Harry's task."

Seeing her sitting on the wall, with that black disheveled hair and dusky flushed skin, he knew he was going to find time for her no matter what.

"Let's do that. But let's hope he wins."

"Yeah, I hope he does."

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Thankfully, Neville found something to help Harry so he could breathe underwater. However, something strange happened the next morning. Ron got called to the headmaster's office for no reason.

In a way, he felt utterly nervous, believing the teachers found out about his sexual adventures.

Bam!

But as soon as he entered the office, all he got was a short briefing about Harry's next task and a stunning charm that hit him right in the gut.

After that, he had no idea what happened around him. He just felt like he was floating in the air. There were muffled sounds all around him, and no matter what, he couldn't move at all.

Where am I? Something about the task? Ah, I wonder what time it is. I hope Padma waits for me.

He tried his best and gave it his all to open his eyes. It took every ounce of willpower in him to fight off whatever magic that was put on him. But he was confident that he could do it. Why? He had no damn clue.

Woosh!

And just like that, he suddenly found his eyes wide open. There was water all around him, and from the looks of it, he was deep down, tied with something around his neck.

"Ummmm…!" He felt like drowning. But the next moment, he didn't.

I can breathe?

He looked down and noticed various Merpeople circling around him. Ugly bunch, he thought. But when he looked to his side, he saw Hermione, Cho, and Gabrielle.

Ah, I remember now. The task is to save one person each. Ron realized and quickly tried to free himself since he was already awake. Heck, it didn't even take much as he simply removed his shoe and slid off the knot from his ankle.

He quickly swam to Hermione and untied her ankle, then Cho's, and finally Gabrielle's. Although the Merpeople appeared annoyed by his actions, they stayed back until the end.

"Gwoon~!"

Ron looked behind himself and noticed Harry. He smirked and pushed Cho's body at Harry while grabbing Hermione and Gabrielle himself and making his way up.

Wickedness was brewing in his head, as he wanted to spoil the task for the other contestants to help Harry win and, at the same time, get Harry the girl of his dreams.

Where else would you find a brother like me, Harry? He told himself, giddily swimming up with ease. Whatever magic was placed on him felt quite overpowering. Dumbledore, he reckoned.

Is this cheating? Ron had no idea.

Nor did he know what awaited him as what he did wasn't his usual character. Heck, nothing he did over the past few days was his character. He didn't know what was happening but didn't feel like questioning since it was just amazing.

But there were surely going to be rewards—when and where was the only question left to be answered.