Ron Weasley shifted uncomfortably in the plush leather seat of his sleek, expensive car. The vehicle was nestled among other luxury cars, all securely fastened onto the ship that would transport them to the newly created island designated for the Ministry's grand gala. The sea breeze ruffled his neatly combed hair as he contemplated the evening ahead.
Officially invited as a war hero, Ron couldn't help but roll his eyes at the title. It had been years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and the accolades still felt awkward. Personally invited by Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic, and Mrs. Potter, Harry's mother, Ron found himself caught in a swirl of mixed emotions.
Recent weeks had seen a surprising boost in Ron's financial standing. The sale of his house had injected a considerable sum into his bank vault, a windfall that took him by surprise. Ginny, his sister, gleefully informed him that their obscure OF videos had caught the attention of a major production company. Investments flowed into their burgeoning business, marking an unexpected turn in their fortunes.
As the ship approached the newly crafted island, Ron's nerves intensified. He gazed through the front mirror of his car, watching the land draw near with a heavy sigh. The gala loomed ahead, and with it, the looming confrontation with the press. He dreaded the inevitable questions, the probing inquiries that would dissect every aspect of his life.
The wizarding world, or at least half of it, seemed privy to the unconventional venture he and Ginny had embarked upon. However, tonight's gala promised to be the stage where the other half, the unfamiliar faces like Lily Potter and Kingsley, would be brought into the fold of his newfound notoriety.
He rolled his eyes as he heard a loud moan from the back of his car before Lavender sat up, her face soaked with pussy juices before she wiped it with the back of her wrist. Ginny got up to sit beside her, panting and her face flushed. He took the box of tissue from the front, throwing it to the back, "We're near, get yourselves ready girls".
The ship docked, and Ron steeled himself for the onslaught of cameras and curious eyes. Moving his car out onto the island, he couldn't shake the feeling that tonight marked a turning point, one where the private life he had tried to keep hidden collided with the public image he couldn't escape.
Ron stepped out of his sleek car, his red hair swept back, and a confident swagger in his steps. As he approached the grand entrance of the building hosting the Ministry gala, the air was buzzing with the click of press cameras and the hum of reporters.
Ginny and Lavender emerged from the back seat, both looking glamorous in their evening gowns. They exchanged glances and shared a quick laugh before entering the building ahead of Ron. The entrance was crowded with reporters eager to capture the glamour of the event.
Ignoring the flashing cameras, Ron followed Ginny and Lavender, brushing off questions about his successful business in the Muggle world, the recent video collaboration with his sister, and his status as a war hero. The reporters bombarded him with queries about a blurred-faced girl in one of his videos, speculating if she was Hermione Granger.
But Ron maintained his cool demeanor, deflecting the queries until one paparazzo dared to cross the line.
"Pardon me, Mr. Weasley, but aren't you ashamed of creating those Muggle adult movies?" The question cut through the noise like a sudden gust of wind.
Ron's expression tightened, and he turned to face the relentless reporter. "Ashamed?" he retorted, his voice carrying a mix of anger and frustration. "Aren't you, or the entire wizarding world, ashamed to recognize me as a war hero?"
The crowd fell silent, the clicking of cameras momentarily ceased. Ron seized the moment to express his pent-up feelings about being overlooked, his sacrifice in the war, and the lack of recognition for his family's sacrifices.
"And what about the time you all hailed Draco Malfoy of all people as a brave heart?" Ron continued, his eyes flashing with intensity. "Or the stories about Harry and Hermione, the 'golden duo,' ignoring me as if I'm just a sidekick in their adventures? Literally mentioning me as one in your journals".
"Didn't you all ignore when my family sacrificed so much in the war? Even their lives but you lot written it as Harry Potter single handedly saved the day? Or worse, when you ignored Ms. Granger's true statement about the Weasley family or the whole school fighting in the war and killing those horcruxes?"
He continued, "If this is what defines me as a man, then so be it. I'm not jeopardizing the wizarding world's secret; I'm no threat to the magical community." Ron's voice was firm, his gaze unwavering.
As he turned to leave, a persistent reporter shouted, "You're a war hero! What you're doing is not dignified!"
Ron halted and turned back to the reporters, a sly smile playing on his lips. "What did you call me?" he asked, his tone challenging.
The reporter, taken aback, stammered, "You're a war hero."
Ron's smile widened, and he gestured for her to say it louder. "Louder," he demanded.
"YOU'RE A WAR HERO!" she declared more loudly, trying to match Ron's intensity.
Ron chuckled, satisfaction evident in his eyes. "That's right," he said, his grin unwavering. With that, he confidently walked into the building, leaving the stunned reporters behind.
The entrance buzzed with whispers as Ron's retort resonated among the crowd. He had confronted the media, asserting his identity beyond the roles they had assigned him. The gala awaited, and Ron, with his head held high, was ready to challenge the perceptions that had long defined him in the wizarding world.
He Weasley entered the ministry gala, navigating through the bustling crowds. Spotting a table filled with familiar faces, including Auror Heads Roberts, his sister Ginny, Lavender, Neville, Neville's wife Hannah, Tonks, Mrs. Potter, Harry, and Harry's fiancée Hermione, he made his way toward them. As he approached, eager greetings welcomed him, "Hey Ron, join us!"
"What's Roberts doing here" he asked leaning towards his sister.
"He is Harry's mum's date tonight" She chuckled.
"That prick is dating Mrs. Potter" Ron said with a grimace before he sat straight.
Seated between Hermione and Ginny, Ron felt a rush of warmth. Lavender occupied the space on Ginny's left, and Harry sat on Hermione's right. The table had one more unoccupied chair.
Once he settled in, Mrs. Potter's smile ignited a flutter in Ron's chest, his face flushing – a reaction he couldn't control whenever he was near her. Auror Head Roberts initiated the conversation, inquiring "So Weasley, how's your Porn business going?"
Ron pursued his lips. The raised eyebrows from Hannah, Tonks, and Mrs. Potter indicated their surprise. They all concluded that if it was true then Hermione must have participated in one of Ron's videos. A blush tinted Hermione's cheeks, while Hannah seemed intrigued, ready to delve into the details.
Tonks, however, cut to the chase, "So it's real? You guys are doing it? Hermione"
Hermione nodded her head, "Just once".
"Well, how the experience had been." Hannah asked smirking. Neville was shocked to see his wife asking the details interested.
Hermione, embarrassed, admitted, "It... it had been a great experience".
Auror Head Roberts seized the opportunity to mock Ron more and he scoffed loudly, "I thought someone can do something with more dignity for not pursuing an Auror job, but I never thought you would have stooped this low for money, Mr. Weasley".
Neville looked on the verge of laughter, while Harry appeared uncertain, caught between amusement and discomfort. Hannah wore a look of confusion.
Ginny, Hermione, Tonks, Lavender, and Mrs. Potter shot daggers at Auror Head Roberts, their collective disdain palpable. Ron, steadily growing angry, was about to retaliate when he felt Hermione's soothing touch – her hands gently stroking his thigh. It was a silent reassurance that kept Ron from lunging at the Head Auror.
Then all of a sudden Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Minister of Magic, sat at the empty chair at the table and he glanced around, sensing a sudden unusual silence.
Kingsley asked raising an eyebrow "Why is it so quiet? Did someone cast a Silencing Charm?"
Lily Potter, seated across from Ron, exchanged a knowing glance with Hermione Granger before speaking up. "No, it's just that Roberts over here has been running his mouth about Ron not landing an Auror job." She said with a smirk.
Roberts, the pompous wizard at the table, scoffed. "Well, it's true. We all expected more from one of the hero's of the Battle of Hogwarts."
Lily leaning in, voice dripping with sarcasm continued "Yeah, because belittling others is such a heroic act."
Kingsley's stern expression directed at Roberts "But... but it was you who told me, Mr. Weasley wasn't interested in any ministry positions a year ago."
Everyone's eyes widened in realization. Lily turned to incredulously glare at her date "Is that true?"
Roberts shifted uncomfortably in his seat, avoiding eye contact. Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, and the rest of the group exchanged uneasy glances.
"So, it was Roberts who informed you about Ron's lack of interest in ministry jobs?" Hermione said accusingly looking at the Head Auror.
Kingsley nodded "Yes, and I trusted his information. Ron, why didn't you inform me of anything and what did he say?"
Ron defensively started "He told me I had to write exams and spend a fortune on the course".
But the old method is gone; Harry and Neville joined without exams." Kingsley said bewildered before he turned to Roberts, raising an eyebrow "What's your answer, Mr. Roberts?"
Harry and Neville looked away, guilt evident on their faces. Ron sighed. "You two could have just told me". Ron said with disappointment.
"Well, Ron you're still eligible for the Auror training program" Kingsley said smiling "And Mr. Roberts, enjoy your last day of the position" Roberts got up and furiously walked out as the other party people looked on curiously.
The group exchanged glances, realizing the extent of the misunderstanding and all of a sudden Ginny speaks up smirking "Looks like Roberts was trying to create his own version of the truth."
The gala continued, but the tension at Ron's table had lingered on, leaving him with a sense of anger and tension. Until the hand that rested on his thighs moved slightly upwards.
Ron saw Hermione staring at him with her hungry eyes darting all over him. He took advantage of the fact that everyone was engrossed in their own talk to examine the swelling of her flawless, round tits pressing against her top and even the bottoms of her thighs.
She smirked at him, feeling even more lustful, and started to touch him over his pants while she was consuming him with her gaze.
Ron turned to face the other direction and blushed a little before he felt her undo his pants and pull down his zipper to reveal his cock.
When she slipped her hand around his dick and started to stroke it, Hermione's smile became wider and he had to hold back a sigh of pleasure so it wouldn't be too obvious.
"Hermione, Ah!" He trailed off, turning to face Kingsley, grinning tensely, and gripping his spoon so firmly that his knuckles turned white.
"Yes, doesn't that feel amazing?" In his ear, she murmured. She took her time, careful not to let him get too close. Much to her surprise, she enjoyed this little tease more than she thought.
"I'm really sorry for all this mess Ron, don't be sad. Cheer up" Lily said as she looked at his red grimacing face.
"No...I... It's alright. Not your.. motha.. Your fault" He breathed out. Lily nodded anyway and got back to conversing with the others. Ginny and Harry both at the same time looked down at Ron's body and found to their surprise and amusement, Harry's fiance's hand gripping Ron's big dick tight and stroking it.
Hermione started caressing him idly, allowing his sperm to coat his shaft for added ease and enjoyment. "Ronald, I'm about to suck your cock and show everyone how slutty I am for your cock."
Ron's heated cheeks and hard breathing indicated that he was eager, and she could tell by the bright smile on his face and the pleasure-induced tightening of his testicles. She was also massaging her thighs together. Her desire increased and she demanded more as she accelerated her hand movements.
"Do you need some water Mr. Weasley? You look tired" Kingsley asked a little concerned.
"I...Oh..Oh, god. Ohhh, Noooo" He half moaned and half laughed, trying to pull his hips back away from her hand.
She squirmed in her seat as she gazed down at him with lust-filled eyes. Ron breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly released him, and a second later she shifted in her seat, tucked her hands beneath her skirt, and hurriedly pulled her underwear down her legs. Ron was so stunned by her that he didn't even think about his exposed dick. He just stared at her.
Ron let out an almost imperceptible sigh as she slipped her hand back to his crotch, picking up her black lace underwear and tossing them over his bare cock.
She reached for her panties and pulled them over his cock, pressing his tip against his crotch. She then gave him a violent wank, slapping the material all over his body.
He groaned quietly, trying desperately not to scream as he gripped his seat. "Oh, shit!!" He started to press himself into her hand, his motion opposing hers, the climax becoming near. "Hermione, Stop, or I'll..."
"Please come for me, Ronald! Empty it all!" She gave him encouragement, her hand moving even more quickly and firmly grasping him.
He gritted his teeth not to let the whole hall know that he was cumming in his best friend's underwear as she was giving him a fantastic hand massage. Hermione continued to caress him, carefully lowering her empty glass from the table to the tip of his penis before his sperm burst, filling half the cup.
She was grinning at him as he glanced at her panting. She said in a whisper, "That was so hot, Ron," after thoroughly cleaning his softening dick with her underwear.
When she was finished, she raised her glass to her lips and sipped from it while giving him a desirous and alluring look. She had covered her used member with her panties.
Ron cast a sidelong glance over her shoulder to see Harry gaping at them. He heard his sister laughing beside him and he turned to glare at her before she too extended her hand, clutched Hermione's panties in her hand and took it away but then her hand returned to scoop up a drop of lingering cum on his cock tip and licked it up subtly from her finger.
"Do you like to have some Gin?" Hermione asked loudly gesturing to the cup of Ron's cum before she nodded and they shared the drink. No one noticed Lily Potter knowing glaring at the trio or Tonks grinning at them.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione excused themselves to the bathroom a short while later. After Ron and Harry had finished, they waited for her to complete. When she did, she sneered at Ron and sighed, saying, "Well, today was so interesting. Don't you think Ronald." It was as though she had defeated him in a chess match.
Ron was displeased with Hermione's overbearing attitude toward him, but he was powerless to alter it. He intends to impart to her an idea about surrendering all control.
Hermione tensed as Ron said, "Say, Hermione. What do you feel about have a little fun?"
Hermione glanced beyond Ron to see Harry, but it didn't appear as though he was paying attention. "Here? Right outside the ballroom of the Ministry? Are you crazy, Ron?"
Ron was impressed by Hermione's range of emotions. She was obviously thrilled with the concept but also expressed disbelief that he would bring up the subject in public. "Hermione, there is nobody around us. We should to be able to wrap up it quickly."
Hermione stared at Ron, unsure of whether to accept his madness.
Ron fixed his gaze on Hermione's lips and said, "Don't look at me like that. It makes me want to drag your head toward my cock."
"Ron!" Whispering, Hermione looked around to make sure no one else heard. Fortunately, nobody went through the bathroom entryway. Because of his well-known mockery of interacting with people, Ron was targeted by most.
"What?" Ron asked knowingly, "You cannot blame me. Who thought you could be so fuckable?" Ron had already separated them from the other individuals in the room, although Hermione was unaware of this. It was improbable that anybody would be able to witness their actions. Naturally, Ron recalled Harry's request from Hermione to watch again later. He was gonna be included as well.
Hermione gave Ron a crimson glance and then turned to face Harry, who didn't seem to understand what was going on. "Harry"
Harry looked up to find Hermione and Ron gazing at him. "Hermione? What's wrong?"
"Harry," Hermione asked angrily, her eyes twitching. "Did you heard what Ron was going to do?" she said.
"Um..."
Ron was kind enough to intervene and inform his friend that he will be able to watch sooner than anticipated. "Guess what we joined hands on? It is going to happen shortly". Harry blinked, not sure if he heard correctly. Hermione was staring at Ron anxiously, his face sporting that unusually arrogant sneer. Harry began to comprehend slowly that this was about to happen.
"Uh, Ron, mate, I don't want anybody to find out regarding this, particularly those in the ministry and press people outside." Harry said, "There's too much risk," tilting his gaze toward the room where everyone was gathered.
Pulling out his wand, Ron said, "Oh, that's nothing to worry about," pointing up before the sound was muffled. "Besides for the stunt you pulled on me earlier you should learn a lesson" .
"Ron! What's the matter with you?" Hermione massaged her ears and shot him a look.
"Look at your surroundings. There isn't anyone present". Harry and Hermione followed Ron's instructions and discovered that he was speaking the truth. No one had bothered to try and get into the room yet.
"Look, we can go into the men's restroom if you guys are really worried." Hermione squeaked in surprise as Ron gave her a hug and said, "What do you say, Harry? Do you mind if I take Hermione's mouth for myself at this moment?"
Harry swallowed, his cock already tense beneath his trousers. It didn't take him long to provide a quick nod. Ron quickly shifted the hand that was resting on Hermione's side so that Harry could see her tit cupped. He pinched her tight breast, ignoring her gasp.
As he planted a kiss on Hermione's cheek, Ron said, "Look at you—already turned on even before I did anything. What a fucking Slut". Hermione watched her devoted boyfriend try to control his impulse to massage himself as Ron kept on grope her, fixing her gaze on Harry. She was so incredibly grateful to him for allowing her to feel Ron's cock.
Hermione mouthed "I love you" to Harry in silence before planting a kiss on the back of Ron's jaw, which made Harry tremble. She kissed her way to Ron's lips, never taking her eyes off of his. Hermione kissed Ron's mouth and winked at Harry.
For Ron, that was nothing. With one hand still on her tits and the other on Hermione's head, he brought their lips together and inserted his tongue into her mouth. "Oh my god!"
As Ron and Hermione lost themselves in the open-mouthed kiss, they had a hazy memory of Harry saying something. Ron withdrew after a minute of their tongues fighting, swallowing each other's groans and exchanging spit.
Ron muttered, "So fucking gorgeous," and then, without turning to face the man, "Harry, We're heading into the restroom. If you want to see, you can follow." Harry trailed Ron and Hermione as they entered the men's restroom.
When he walked in, he saw that his fiancée and best friend were standing next to each other. Ron then winked at him and caressed Hermione's swollen lips. "I still don't know how you allowed her to act in this way."
Hermione gave Ron's thumb a quick kiss before turning to look at Harry. Her mouth quivered when she noticed his hand inside his pants. Her lover might have been masturbating based on the movements he was making. "We ought to move quickly. Hermione, attempt to get me finish sooner rather than later because someone might want to use it at any moment".
Hermione checked on Harry again to make sure he was okay when Ron took his hideous cock out of his unbuttoned pants. Harry began to move his hand more quickly inside his pants, so she shouldn't have been concerned.
Hermione felt both irritated and relieved at the same moment. Harry didn't mind at all witnessing the much bigger cock than his ruin her, but Hermione would never get over the idea that her fiance was more eager to see her get fucked than to actually fuck her.
As long as Hermione could have Ron's cock, that is, she didn't mind. Ron released her tit and placed his fingers at her nape. "Hermione, I hope it's okay if I use your throat."
Hermione blinked as she realized Ron wasn't going to fuck her. The moment Hermione looked straight at Harry while she sucked on his friend's cock was both the worst and the best part.
Harry trembled, feeling his own ejaculate get all over his hand. When Hermione saw this, she smiled around the cock in her mouth. Once Harry was at ease, she could concentrate on Ron. When Hermione swallowed in more of Ron's cock and his tip struck the opening of her throat, Ron groaned, "Fuck." She let out a gag before taking a small step back to get ready for what she was going to do.
Hermione's eyes, filled with tears, briefly registered the fact that Harry had resumed his self-fucking routine. She rammed her face back down Ron's shaft and gagging violently when it broke into her throat, but quickly that was gone.
"Yess!" Leaning back against the bathroom counter, Ron snarled as he raised his hips to meet Hermione's lowering lips. Ron had been hating himself for denying himself the pleasure of sucking cock ever since he learned how amazing she was at it. He wanted Hermione to frequently stifle his cock in her throat in the future.
Ron was already imagining how he would milk the cum out of his balls anytime he wanted, while seated in the ministry dinner hall with Hermione beneath the desk. "She's such a good slut", Ron said, stroking Hermione's hair.
Hermione's nose was buried in Ron's pubes, drooling over his enormous cock and sticking her tongue out to swallow his balls of cum. "That's right, whore! Put his cock in your sultry throat!" With the outline of Ron's cock in Hermione's neck driving him over the edge, Harry yelled as he began to cum again.
Hermione was stunned and taken aback when Harry called her names and encouraged her, but it only made her more attracted to him. Ron was far too preoccupied with Hermione's cocksucking prowess to see that his partner was losing control of himself. Ron wished she had kept his cock buried in her throat, but what transpired was just as desired.
Hermione gently sucked up until just the tip was in her mouth, using Ron's thighs as support to raise her head off his cock. Hermione would find it simpler to spit out of Ron's shaft as it gleamed with the spittle.
GLUCH!
Hermione violently fucked herself face down Ron's shaft, causing him to groan. Her nose hit his skin above his cock, causing her drool to pool there from drooling on his flesh, and he heard a wet slap.
GLUCH! GLUCH! GLUCH!
Ron let out a deep sigh when Hermione began to choke herself without his assistance. Ron's balls started to churn even though she barely managed to extract half of his cock before shoving it back down her throat. More cum was only created in anticipation of feeding her because of the sting of Hermione's chin smacking off his balls and the taboo of the seductive witch kneeling on the men's lavatory floor and sucking his cock like a common whore as her fiancé watched.
For the hundredth time, Hermione enveloped Ron's shaft in her throat. Ron seemed to have other ideas, but she wasn't going to stop until he blasted his load right into her tummy. Keeping his pulsating cock hilted inside Hermione's throat, he forced her to stay in place by keeping his hold on the back of her head.
Ron moaned, "Fuck me," and moved his hips to try to push his cock past Hermione's parted lips. Gazing downward at her brunette locks, he remained astounded by her state and by Harry's proximity to him while Ron groped his fiancée.
For the very first time since She had begun sucking his dick, Ron chose to look at Harry. He wasn't sure what he was going to see but it wasn't Harry jerking his penis furiously inside his pants and stooping slightly to look at Hermione's face. That was the point, though Ron didn't realize it at the time, that he started to genuinely believe what Harry told him.
"Mate, so does she done this for you? Do you think Hermione let you to treat her throat like a fucktoy?" Ron shoved Hermione's head, causing spit to shoot past her locked lips and cover his hefty balls.
"No!" Harry pulled at his aching cock, gasping.
Ron pulled Hermione's hair to raise her head, saying, "Sad."
GLUCH!
Ron shut his penis back in. With a quiet curse, he said, "Harry, I must thank you. You truly are a friend if you let me to keep Hermione and use her whenever I please."
Once more raising Hermione's head, Ron retained part of his penis in her mouth. Rather than shoving her face down as he always does, Ron made the decision to finish this session by giving Hermione the throat he deserves.
GLUCH!
With his balls banging into Hermione's chin and his hips pounding forward, Ron fucked himself down into her throat.
GLUCH! GLUCH! GLUCH!
"Yes! Fuck Her Face!" said Harry. Ron hammered into her mouth like it was her pussy, with Harry behaving like a cheerleader and Hermione enthusiastically swallowing round his thrusting cock. Hermione's little nose was blazing red from holding her breath, and his cock was glistening with saliva that had been pumped out of her throat.
Before sheathing his cock with a final slam, Ron continued to fuck Hermione's throat for what felt like five minutes. Hermione's esophagus bulged even more when Ron circled his cock while completely throated, and she gagged. That didn't stop her from trying, and succeeding, to continuously swallow in an attempt to milk the cum out of his balls.
With a gasp, Ron lowered Hermione's head and attempted to jam as much cock as possible between her open lips. In an attempt to get the cum to stop its flow, she stuck her tongue out once more and licked at his drenched balls. "I'm cumming!" Ron's hips moved up with each round of cum she was fed. She swallowed down Ron's seed after spoonful, trying her hardest to get every last morsel of sweet baby batter that was poured into her mouth.
Hermione didn't want to waste the prize she had earned through hard effort.
Harry was experiencing a dry orgasm once more. He had sex for the fourth time, and this time there was nothing in his balls to leave stains on his pants. Even yet, he continued to frantically stroke his cock while gazing down Hermione's neck and watching it struggle to swallow the cum his bestfriend was giving her.
When he had finished releasing his baby batter into Hermione's stomach, Ron sighed and said, "That was just what I needed." It took Hermione a while to remove his cock from her mouth. Making sure that any remnants of loose sperm remained inside her mouth rather than on the shaft, she carefully sucked her way off.
Hermione loudly popped Ron's dick and then planted an open-mouthed kiss on his tip. Ron's cock gave a little reaction as he remarked, "Be cautious, love. If you do that, you may have to get me off a second time."
"The whore will be delighted to do that, I'm sure." A different voice cut in. Ron and Hermione raised their eyes to find Romilda Vane scowling at them while crossing her arms.
"So then, was it true? and You guys are doing it in the ministry restroom?" Romilda scowled at the pitiful boy who lived, "Cuck", before looking at the redhead.
"It is not Hermione's fault". Ron shrugged, "She's just my lovely little cocksucker." Ron squinted at Romilda, "Now, what the hell do you want?" as Hermione blushed and got up to wipe her mouth.