Star Of the Weasley Family

Molly being Molly, restricted Ron from leaving the confines of the Burrow without her company or Arthur's.

Much had occurred, so after the whole ordeal of the attack on him and Madam Bones, even Aurors had been placed near the vicinity of their house to protect him. That, sadly, meant the end of all his little adventures and business endeavors.

But of course, he still gave a few interviews to those who came to their home. With the battle won in the forest with Madam Bones, his name had already become legendary, often taken in the same breath as famed duelists such as Moody and many others. This brought many more business options, as he became a sort-of brand ambassador and the face of a few famed businesses in Diagon Alley, such as Florean Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour.

Being known as a foodie, there were plenty of food and beverage businesses that wanted to be associated with his name as it drove sales from young impressionable minds.

But at last, the days at the 'prison' called the Burrow came to an end as the first of September approached. Hogwarts fifth year was now awaiting him, and he couldn't be more excited. The previous year had gone so amazing in all the ways possible.

What the new one was going to bring…

Just the thought of it excited Ron.

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"There you are." Ron exhaled a giddy breath as he found Harry and Hermione sitting in one of the cabins inside the train. "Help me… I've been bored to death at home."

"Bored?" Hermione stood up, eyes narrow and her arms folded under her chest. "Not a single day went by when we didn't read something related to you."

"Yeah." Harry joined in, remaining seated. "You really fought the Death Eaters and caught Draco's father?"

Ron grinned like no tomorrow. "You bet."

"That's… Brilliant!"

"Dangerous!"

Harry was grinning, while Hermione was eyeing them both like they were lunatics. But there was genuine concern in her gaze, and Ron chose not to fight her. In fact, he felt warm knowing she was worried.

"I know, Hermione. Honestly, I thought I was going to die. Madam Bones and I were just going to the Ministry. We couldn't have expected something like that to happen, we were defenseless, and Madam Bones couldn't even stand up… I'm surprised I'm still breathing."

Seeing Ron's serious face, Harry and Hermione pulled him to sit between them while they grabbed his arm to support him.

"So everything in the papers was true?" Hermione asked, holding his arm a little too close to her soft mounds. "You really fought them by yourself?"

"At the start, yes. I…" Ron gulped, and sweat formed on his forehead. "I was able to kill the first one and find a hiding spot for the night. Then, the next day, we had to battle a dozen of them at the same time… Some died."

"Ron…" Hermione mumbled, not knowing what to say. She silently put her head on his shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"You saved me," Harry added, firmly staring at both of them. "I owe you my life, Ron. Sirius is now free. My parents' betrayer has been caught… I don't know how I will ever repay you."

Harry went for a brotherly hug, grabbing Ron.

"Come on, you're my best friend. I'd do anything for you two." Ron responded in kind. "As for repaying, I guess helping me join the Quidditch team will do… I've been feeling really lucky lately. I might even do well."

Harry just laughed and sat back, averting his gaze as he decided not to tell them about the dreams still continuing and intensifying, "Sure thing, Ron. I'll try."

Knock! Knock!

"Anything from the troll—"

Ron found himself ignoring the trolley lady as he noticed Hermione's hands still holding his arm while her body leaned against his side rather intimately. "Umm…"

"Ah…" She reacted a little late and stiffly moved to the other side of the seats, her cheeks blushing red.

That… felt nice.

"Get me something warm, Harry. I have to use the loo."

Ron got up to take some fresh air after mentioning he had killed someone. However, he decided not to tell them about the Unforgivable Curse. The Ministry was trying to keep that fact under wraps for now, since the laws regarding it were too strict.

Madam Bones has yet to tell me what happened to Voldemort. I hope they destroyed him completely.

"Ron?"

His steps froze just as he opened the passenger train toilet door. He turned around, and a familiar face greeted him. "Oh, hey Padma."

"You!" She suddenly grabbed his checkered shirt and pushed him into the open restroom. She locked the door and then further pressed Ron onto the closed toilet seat. "Why have you been avoiding me?"

Ron failed to register her words, too mesmerized by her looks. She had already changed into the uniform, with her raven hair loosely done and draping behind her. Her smooth, tawny brown skin was glowing in her changing, maturing beauty.

"Y-You look… amazing." He whispered, always had a special place for the girl who took his virginity in his heart.

Padma scoffed and pushed Ron further with her hands on his shoulder. She parted her legs and stepped closer, sitting down on his lap so close their chests stuck together. "Why didn't you reply to my letters?"

"Letters?" Ron replied, already feeling the heaven that was her soft, supple rear on his lap. "I didn't get any."

"Don't you lie? But I clearly sent it to Ottery St Catchpole, Devon, West Country, England, Great Brita—"

"Wait, wait, that's the muggle address." Ron interrupted her, courageously moving his hands to hug her slim waist with one, and feel her ass with the other. "You just write 'The Burrow' when sending a letter to my house with owls."

"..."

He noticed her speechless look, and he felt more aroused by that. His member had already become active under the heat of her tight legs around him.

She finally sighed and caressed his red hair with one hand, moving it down to his face, which had almost lost his young freckles. "I was also worried, you know. I wanted to ask if you were alright after… after the news."

Don't make that face, Padma. I wouldn't be able to hold it in. Ron tried his best to hold himself back. Her eyes were just too innocent looking at that moment. He tried to look away at the corner with the sink and mirror.

"I wanted to ask if I could come and see you, " she added and started using both hands to rub his face, her fingers sometimes touching his lips. She made him look at her, her face slowly falling closer to his. "And maybe… help you… recover."

"Ugh." Ron groaned at the intense twitch in his loins. The risen rod was trying to be free in his cotton pants. "Thank you for worrying… Padma."

"Not enough…"

Padma leaned in closer and kissed his lips passionately. Ron reciprocated, stroking her tongue with his, allowing her to bite his bottom lip, and taste the thirst in his mouth. They didn't even care about the saliva dripping from the corners of their lips.

Wildly kissing, their hands weren't idle, unbuttoning each other's shirts with a frenzy. It was so wild and reckless that none of them cared if their clothes were wrinkled. Ron couldn't wait to touch her soft bronze skin under her clothes, caressing and kneading the gentle curves of her flesh.

As her shirt came off and thrown towards the dry sink, his was thrown to the floor. Ron took a moment to marvel at her gentle, maturing hills; covered by the pure white bra that contrasted well with her smooth, amber skin.

Padma smiled at the way he looked at her, willingly opening the clasp of her bra on her own. Her perky mounds came out to play, causing the eagerness in Ron's loins to twitch. Ron quickly squeezed his hands between them, and unbuttoned his own pants. He slid it down a little and pulled his cock out.

Biting her lip in excitement and anticipation, Padma started stroking his need with ease. Their kiss continued, her nimble fingers brushing against his crown; Stroking and stimulating his steel-hard manhood until it pulsated in her warm hand.

Ron licked her chin down to her neck, causing Padma to shiver as she ran the fingers of her other hand through his red hair. With her head thrown back in delight, Ron easily suckled her small breasts while his hands fondled ass, pulling her damp panties closer to his raging need in craving.

Noticing how strained his member was, Padma pulled back and stood up from his lap.

Ron was almost worried for a split second, but then noticed she pulled her skirt up, making it easy for her to pull off her white cotton panties. She smiled mischievously as she threw it at him. Ron quickly threw it off his face as his gaze remained focused on her fully exposed, wet slit. It was still beautifully maintained, clean, and moist, ready for his taking.

Padma stood there for a second, still holding her skirt up, blushing in her half-thrown off schoolgirl uniform.

"Merlin be blessed… you're one hot witch…" Ron muttered, his cock already urging him to sully her black skirt.

"I'm glad you like it," Padma said before she spread her legs and slowly impaled herself on the evidence of his arousal.

Ron groaned a bit as he finally could feel her slick, hot walls clenching around him, instinctively trying to block his path. Her muscles clenched and released, kneading him in bliss. Her mere damp walls started to salivate even more, making it easier the more he entered deep inside her.

Padma also moaned in low whispers when she felt his girthy cock start to stretch her walls to his size. She ground her hips into his, feeling his manhood churn inside and caress her all around. "Ummmm…"

Ron struck her deepest parts as he entered her fully, feeling the head of his cock colliding with her vulnerable flesh. He felt the twitch and shiver in her body as he started licking and nibbling on her peaks.

He clamped one of her nipples between his tight lips, trying not to hurt her with his teeth as he tugged and wildly flicked it with his tongue. His hands kept fondling her burgeoning ass, as his fingers sometimes brushed against her sensitive, puckering hole.

The stimulation caused her pussy to clench tighter on his cock. With her head tossed back, she hugged his head closer to her chest, struggling not to moan loudly in that cramped space.

With one hand on Ron's shoulder, Padma started moving up and down, slightly jumping on her knees, looking for that heavenly release. Her other hand fervently caressed his hair as if she was asking him to suckle her flushed mounds even more.

Easily sliding in and out of her, his cock squelched and brought out her dripping juices, marking the ban of his pants. Padma's belly knotted up, almost at the peak of her release. However, her body slowed down due to the unbearable pleasure throbbing throughout her body.

But Ron didn't care. All he wanted was to go as deep as possible, invading her cave of love and claiming his reward. He placed both hands under her thighs, carrying her up and pushing her body against the door.

Bam!

His hips thrust up, shoving his cock deep into her as her body weighed down on his iron-hard cock. Padma breathlessly exhaled a silent cry of ecstasy since this was her first time being fucked while carried like this.

With the help of the creaking and thumping door, Ron dug deep, plunging hard and plowing her pussy from below while her body remained almost hidden against his chest and broad shoulders, her lithe body thoroughly abused and cherished.

Knock! Knock!

"Padma? Are you still in there?"

Ron and Padma both stopped moving and making any noise. Their heads turned to the locked door. Their hearts almost climbed up their throats in nervousness.

"Ah, almost done, Parvati," Padma replied at the door and hugged Ron's neck as he began moving again. "Ungh…"

The door creaked some more, following their rhythm.

"Are you alright?" Parvati still didn't leave.

"Yessss~" Padma answered with a long moan as her sweltering depth came hard on Ron's cock, squeezing out the burning nectar from the Indian beauty. "Just go… count me out of the card ga-ah-me…"

Ron fucked her faster to find his own release, franticly moving while he closed his eyes to immerse himself in her delightful body. Padma couldn't stop her loud moans, so she closed her mouth with her own hands; her face flushed red.

She quickly leaned forward and pulled him into another deep kiss with her hands on his cheeks. He filled her mouth with his tongue to stop her from making too much noise; Continuing to fill her pussy with his straining, lengthy cock. Pushing it even deeper and shoving it all in.

He groaned into her mouth as his chest pressed against her soft hills, finally reaching that last barrier of build-up in his loins. Then, his white cream spilled inside her, throbbing with each pulsating burst.

Since he didn't get to do it much after being locked in at home, there was much pent-up energy. Each burst caused his body to shiver, causing Padma to reach her own orgasm from the hot seeds and twitches of his cock.

Her pussy clenched hard as if it wanted to keep all that nectar inside of her. She cried out with the sound caught in his throat, still filling her mouth with his slithering tongue. The heat in her pulsating core flowed out, mixing and melding with his sticky seeds.

Releasing the kiss, they finally stuck their foreheads together, giggling for a short moment as they panted in exhaustion.

Ron gently let her stand on her own two feet, looking around for their clothes.

Quickly, Ron cleaned himself up and pulled up his pants before helping Padma. She needed a lot to fix her hair as well. But the satisfied smile on her lips never vanished that whole time, even when she looked in the mirror.

Towering, Ron stood behind her. She felt a strange urge to feel his body. So she pushed her hips against his now calmer crotch and giggled at the view. "I'd like to do it in front of a big mirror someday."

"Sounds exciting," he felt a twitch in his loins. "But let's head back now before someone else comes."

She agreed and quickly opened the door. She peeked her head out and stepped outside. "Let's g—No!"

Ron had already stepped out behind her by then, and he froze there awkwardly. "Parvati… H-Hey."

Padma's twin stood there in her casual clothes, arms crossed and eyes squinted with an 'I know what you did' gaze. "Don't 'hey' me."

"Ahaha…" Padma rushed forward and grabbed her sister's arm to drag her along. "I lost a shirt button, and he was just helping."

"Really? That's the best you can say?" Parvati pouted, looking annoyed.

"Shhh!" Padma jumped and really dragged her away. "Please, don't tell anyone. I'll do anything. I'll do your homework."

"Hmm… Not enough, but good enough for a start," Parvati mumbled and winked at Ron before letting Padma drag her away, leaving him alone.

Bloody hell! I really got caught this time. Is this bad luck or goo—ugh, I still need to piss.

He turned around and rushed back to the restroom to ease himself, unaware that the little 'mistake' was going to develop into something much grander—something satisfying.

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"Good evening, children…"

At the Great Hall feast, Ron ignored Dumbledore's little announcement and gobbled up his food. After having done some cardio with Padma before, he felt famished.

"Shh… Ron, stop."

"Ugh, it's just a speech, Hermione." Ron ignored the nagging and shoved a spoonful of pudding in his mouth. "Besides, new teachers come e—Who's that pink toad… Woah, she interrupted the old man!"

"I saw her at the Ministry." Harry suddenly revealed.

Ron and Hermione's faces turned to him immediately, with Ron grabbing his shoulder. "You were at the Ministry? Why?"

"Oh, the Dementors attacked me and Dudley. Thankfully, an Auror was nearby and saved me. I was called as a witness to the events, and Umbridge was there. She serves the Minister."

Ron scratched his head, "That's a big thing, Harry. Why didn't they report that in the papers?"

"The attack on you happened at the same time. It was the bigger news, and the Ministry wanted to hide the Dementor incident. That's what Professor Dumbledore told me," Harry explained while staring at Umbridge speaking. "I don't know why she'd become a professor."

"Especially now that Voldemort has been dealt with," Hermione added but quickly noticed the uncertainty in Harry's eyes. "Harry, I feel you're hiding something more. The Dementor attack happened to you. That can only mean…"

"It's not over," Harry replied. "The dreams… I still saw them."

"That explains the attack on me," Ron grunted and tiredly slammed his forehead on the table. "I was wondering why the Death Eaters were after me even after their master was gone… He's not gone. That can be the only motivation."

Hermione breathed heavily and looked at both of them. "This means they'd come after the both of you… with more fervor than ever."

"...perfect what can be perfected and prune practices that ought to be prohibited." Umbridge finished her little speech and went back to her seat.

Certainly, the faces of all the professors didn't look very excited by her words. And those with half a brain knew what the obnoxious woman was up to.

"I expected the Ministry to grow half a brain after seeing the literal body of the Dark Lord and living Pettigrew." Ron annoyedly muttered, "Why did he send her here now?"

"Considering the attacks on you two, I'm sure they know this isn't the end of Voldemort. In that case, Umbridge is here to keep things under wraps so the Minister can save face." Hermione explained but remained a bit skeptical, "What I don't understand is why the new Minister chose this course of action. I thought Moody would be better than this."

"Aaaargh… I hate politics." Ron groaned.

Harry merely nodded in agreement.

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The first day of the fifth year was boring and tiring. Every single professor handed out an abysmal amount of homework in the name of 'Preparation for O.W.Ls.'.

Professor McGonagall did it, Snape did it, and more than any, the Professor of Astronomy, Aurora Sinistra, gave the most homework. The worst part was that it was just for that week.

Although the first night in the common room was filled with celebrations of Harry's being the champion and Ron's victorious battle, the days following felt much more mundane.

Eventually, the time came to attend the first DADA class under the new Professor, Dolores Umbridge. It was held in the same room where Lockhart had taught their classes once, so clearly, not much fondness was shared with that place to begin with.

And with the addition of an annoying, jumpy, pink-clothed professor, they could feel the boredom seeping in.

Avoiding Lavender's fanatical gaze, Ron sat in the middle of the row with Harry, and Hermione not too far away from them. Umbridge had already begun to hand out books after her little speech.

"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know that from now on, you will be following a carefully structured, ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?"

Hermione raised her hand, appearing a little uncomfortable speaking to the woman they had already come to loathe. "There's nothing in here about using defensive spells."

"Using spells?" Umbridge repeated like it was the most outrageous thing, followed by her high-pitched giggle akin to a mosquito near one's ear. "Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom."

"Hah!" Ron suddenly laughed, albeit trying not to. Imagining Umbridge as a colorful, poisonous toad wasn't the right thing to do at that moment. "And I never imagined some maniacs would be throwing Killing Curses at me."

Umbridge turned red in anger since there was nothing to refute with. Ron's words shattered the whole argument that there was nothing to be worried about out there with Voldemort already 'caught'. "Such instances are rarer than an honest goblin. You are to learn in my class in a safe and secure w—"

"Guess what helped me in that forest—magic spells. Not books." Ron persisted, feeling no fear, at least not from the likes of Umbridge, after having faced far worse things.

She tried her best to control herself, but she couldn't. "Ronald Bilius Weasley, you are interrupting my class by speaking without permission."

"May I?" Ron raised his hand to ask for permission right away.

She turned red. "Alright, what would you have us do? Learn to use the unforgivable curses? Like you used them on those poor so—"

Her tongue caught in itself at the realization of what she just said. The Ministry was keeping Ron's side of the spells used a secret.

"I did because that's what I was taught in the fourth year. We all were there when 'Moody' taught us," Ron replied to her, feeling really enthusiastic like he usually did those days. "Nobody warned me I'd be battling twelve Dark Wizards at the same time. Nobody taught me how to battle against the Killing Curse and Cruciatus Curse hurling at me. I did what I could to live, and honestly—it was darn effective."

"Yeaaah!"

"That's right!"

"Weasley!"

Why are they clapping? To Ron's amusement, the students around him started raging like he was some politician.

"Enough!" Umbridge shrieked aloud, "Ten points from Gryffindor! Mr. Weasley, you are to report to my office after the class."

Ugh, I'll have to look at her face more. I should have stayed quiet. Ron sighed and nodded silently.

"But he said nothing wrong!" Harry couldn't just sit and let his best friend be bullied. "The Dementors attacked me outside near my home last month. I'd have died there if I hadn't learned a Patronus Charm."

The whole class instantly turned chaotic. The matter was suppressed by the Ministry, after all.

"Mr. Potter, no such thing has ever happened. For lying so candidly, you are to report to my office with Mr. Weasley." Umbridge barked and walked back to her table. "Now open page thirty-two and start reading. Any more interruptions will have you expelled from my class."

Ron and Harry sighed and decided to stay silent for now. Following that, the class resumed. They all simply recited what was written in the book and wrote it in their notebooks by copying it. Umbridge stayed seated the whole time, sipping tea and giving orders every now and then.

No doubt, everyone hated her already, be it Slytherin or Gryffindor.

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Clink-clink…

Umbridge swirled the spoon of sugar in her teacup while staring at Harry and Ron standing before her office table. It had been a few minutes, and other than giggling, she had said nothing.

"Ugh…" Ron sneered at the utterly pink room with cat portraits on saucers. It already gave him a headache.

"Yes?"

"Ah, nothing, just admiring the decorations," Ron replied. "I like cats. We once had one at home. Poor chap died after eating a fat mouse and choking to death."

"Oh really?"

"I still miss him. He used to love drinking tea with me and meowing all the time. Although my ears used to almost burst from its cries, I still loved him."

"Pff…" Harry looked down to hide his face uncontrollably trying to hold in a laugh.

Umbridge placed her teacup down with a frown. "Take a seat, the two of you. I'm highly disappointed by the indiscipline you two have shown me. Perhaps you forgot I'm not just a professor, but also a Ministry employee."

"Wicked! So do you get paid double the salary?" Ron questioned, feeling no fear at all for no damn reason.

She silently smiled, an utterly ugly sight. "You see the two sheets of paper in front of you and the quill? Mr. Weasley, I need you to write 'I must not disrupt the class', and Mr. Potter you shall write 'I must not tell lies.' as many times as it takes for the message to sink in."

"That's it?" Ron blurted and picked the quill. He started writing right away, but also stopped as soon as he felt pain on the back of his other hand.

This fucking witch! Is she serious?

Crack!

"Ah!" Ron exclaimed. "Professor, I accidentally broke the quill's nub. Do you have one more?"

"..."

Crack!

"I broke mine too." Harry followed suit after realizing what the quill was.

"..."

Dumbfounded by their shamelessness, Umbridge found herself lacking words to speak. But then she opened her table's drawer and revealed a box filled with those quills. "Of course, I got plenty."

And I can do this all day. Ron scoffed silently and picked a new one.

Crack!

"Ah, I can't get used to the pressure. That's why I like my own quill." He remained shameless and proud. "Can I get another one?"

Crack!

"Er… One more?"

Crack!

"Oh no."

Crack!

"Blimey, I'm so bad at this."

Crack!

At last, the box was now empty. "There are no more quills, Professor. What do I do now?"

"..."

Her face turned red, contrasted with the pink all around. Her eyes looked as if they'd pop out of the sockets at any moment. Her hands were also clenched, one holding the edge of the table so hard that the entire table vibrated.

"Y-You two can leave… Don't ever interrupt my class in the future."

Ron stood up immediately and headed to the door, not even bothering to bid her a good night. Harry followed behind too, closing the door after they were out.

At last, the two heaved a sigh of relief and started howling in laughter.

"What was that, Ron?"

He shrugged, "I don't know. I just… I felt like I shouldn't let anyone bully me. After having given so many interviews in the summer, I've seen all sorts of people. And she's the type of person who only understands her own language."

"You'll be expelled from the school," Harry warned him.

"Like she has the power to do that. I bet Dumbledore and all the other teachers hate her as much as us." Ron shrugged and pulled Harry to the Great Hall. "Anyway, how's the progress with Cho? Cedric isn't dating her anymore, and she keeps staring at you."

"No, she doesn't."

"Mate, she wants you in her arms, clapping your lips on hers. I've seen the look she gives you; I know what it means." Ron said, exaggerating and acting funny. "I say, just go ahead and take a shot."

"As if you have boundless experience with girls, Ron."

"I do." He grinned.

Harry lost his confidence. "W-who?"

"Padma, Lavender, and Fleur," he named a few, but kept Madam Bones a secret as he liked his head staying firmly on his shoulders.

"You got Fleur?!" Harry almost shouted.

"And her mother," Ron proudly added. "But keep it a secret, Harry. I was just lucky, and it's better if nobody finds out."

"Ron, once or twice can be lucky, but this many times… how?"

If I knew, I'd have written a book, Harry. Ron sighed in defeat.

"Confidence is the key." He suggested, "That's why you should just go for Cho. Ask her out on a date to Hogsmeade or something."

Boys being boys, they arrived at dinner amidst their talk and changed topic once Hermione was beside them. Worried, she asked them what happened with Umbridge, and not just her but many others beside them listened about another adventure of Harry and Ron's.

Ugh, I can feel someone's gaze on me. Ron suddenly felt conscious of the attention from the teacher's table. It must be the pink toad.

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The dinner wasn't the end of the day, however. It was another one of the late-night Astronomy classes at the top of the Astronomy Tower. It was a breezy night with little to no clouds in the sky, making it easy to stargaze.

"All of you, prepare your telescopes." Professor Aurora Sinistra soon came in her regular olive robes and a pointed hat adorned with astrological signs. Her smooth, umber tan glistened under the moonlight. "Those of you who don't have a telescope can pick one from the storage."

As usual, Ron walked over to the storage room. Although he could easily afford it now, he still chose to use the spare ones or those from his brothers. But today, Ginny had taken the spare one, and hence he had to get one from the storage.

"Professor, there isn't any left." Ron saw all the telescopes being taken away.

Surprisingly, Aurora Sinistra, a serious and strict woman, didn't get angry. "No problem, Mr. Weasley. Come and use my telescope here. Everyone else, open the book at page fifty and try to match the description with the stars in the sky."

The tower was knowingly kept under darkness, so looking at the stars became easy. With only the moonlight helping them a little, they used their wands to read the books and then calibrate their telescopes.

Ron tried to do it too, but this was a different, more advanced telescope of the Professor herself, and he didn't know how to use it. "Professor, is this the knob to set the angle?"

Sinistra completed an inspection of the class and came to stand behind Ron and observe him. "Yes, that's the one. Let me give you a brief introduction to the tool."

"That'll really help, Pr—"

What the… What's that on my back? It's so… soft and squishy. Ron lost words when he felt something on his back.

"Look here, Mr. Weasley," Aurora Sinistra spoke gently, her lips so close to his nape that he could feel her breath and that mesmerizing, mysterious scent.

Ron nodded and gulped, trying his best to ignore the Professor as her mounds pressed against the right side of his back and shoulders due to her leaning forward. Her face was just beside his ears, making her serious voice feel far clearer and more flavorful.

"This is to control the lens, and this is t…"

Ron forgot what he was doing as she grabbed his hand and moved them to the telescope, guiding him very intimately through the observation. Her cheeks even caressed his, exchanging the warmth. He felt the primal masculine urge coming up even more when she began to trace her fingers around his palm on the telescope.

Merlin's beard! What the hell is she doing? He asked himself, noticing all the other classmates were busy looking at the stars.

That seemingly made Sinistra more confident, and her free hand wrapped around his back on the other side, leaving her palm resting on his chest.

That made her mounds squeeze harder behind him. He could feel the warmth of her body even, and that made him aroused. She wasn't a bad-looking woman, after all, even a ripe beauty to him since there were just a handful of professors one could call—eye candy.

"Y-Yes, Professor," he responded to her instructions.

"Hmm…" Sinistra suddenly hugged him entirely from behind, wrapping both her arms around his back. Her fingers caressed his chest for a long time while her mounds also jumped all over.

Then, he felt a soft, wet touch on his nape that couldn't be anything but her lips.

That's it. This is certainly not a misunderstanding. She's doing it knowingly. Ron was now sure. But why?