Lee carefully placed the two cardboard boxes on the table, wiping his forehead with a sigh of relief. He looked at Ron with a grateful smile.
"Thanks for opening up this shop, mate. This place is the twin's dream," Lee expressed, appreciating the opportunity.
Ron waved it off casually, "Ah, don't mention it. Not a big deal."
Lee chuckled, "You know, even with Fred and George mocking you and never supporting you, you still back their dreams after they're gone. That's impressive, Ron."
Ron grumbled, "Don't get all emotional on me. I might fire you from your PA position before we even open."
They both shared a laugh within the still-empty shop, their growing friendship evident. Just as the moment settled, the door creaked open, drawing their attention to a stunning blonde woman entering, resembling an angel.
Both boys felt their hearts race and cheeks flush as they recognized her as a Veela. The girl, with a searching expression, locked eyes with Ron, and her demeanor softened into a smile.
Curious, Ron said, "We are not opening yet?"
The girl replied gracefully, "Gabrielle." Ron furrowed his brow in confusion, prompting her to ask if he remembered her. Ron shook his head apologetically.
"I'm a Delacour," she revealed.
Both Ron and Lee gasped in unison, "Fleur's sister!" Gabrielle burst into laughter at their astonished expressions.
Ron walked into the room, spotting Gabrielle amidst the moving boxes. "Long time no see," he said, a genuine smile on his face.
Gabrielle returned the smile, but her expression quickly turned somber. "After the war started, my parents cut all their contacts with Fleur. She decided to be with Bill. We only got the news that she died along with Bill and your whole family," she explained, her voice tinged with sadness.
Ron, Lee, and Gabrielle all shared a moment of silent grief, their faces reflecting the weight of the loss. Gabrielle continued, "My father was mad at you and didn't want me to come here. I was strictly made to complete my school before I graduated. Now, I'm here, searching for a job."
Ron nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on the boxes scattered around the room. Gabrielle took one from Ron's hand, asking, "Can I help?" She walked up the stairs, leaving Ron with a warmth spreading through his body due to her brief closeness. Turning to Lee, he confessed, "This is going to be tough."
As Gabrielle descended the stairs, she spoke up again, "I'm looking for a job inside the ministry, but until then, if I can work in here?"
Ron considered her request, then asked, "Where are you staying?" Gabrielle simply shrugged in response.
Exhausted, Ron sighed before deciding, "We're going to look for an apartment for you to move in." The weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders.
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"Ginny?" fidgeted Harry. He asked, "Could you keep this secret?" while glancing at the red-haired witch who was editing Romilda and Ron's tapes together. When he told Hermione that he really wanted to see her and Ron together, she teased him with some crude remarks, much like she did at the party, and he ended up coming in his pants. He had been unusually silent since Ron had left their home two days prior.
Harry could still clearly recall the embarrassment and excitement he felt upon hearing Hermione's remarks. Harry felt his cock twitch when he thought of Hermione and Ron because it was hard to ignore the things he had been unwittingly ignoring for years.
Harry knew Hermione would question him about the details of his recently discovered fetish based on the intense curiosity shown by his beautiful girlfriend when he came inside his pants like a teenager. However, he didn't anticipate that Hermione would drag him to Ginny's studio where the two girls would discuss it.
Harry was merely relieved that Hermione pretended everything had been OK when she spoke with Ginny. However, the redhead witnessed the entire embarrassing show the other day.
Other than the fact that it was an additional means of blackmailing Harry if he became too bothersome, Ginny didn't really think about what she had found. Ginny didn't give a damn about what Ron did with other girls, unlike Harry. These days, she was starting to feel more possessive of Ron than just brother affection.
These days, if Ron fucks another girl, she gets envious since it seems like they are actually making love rather than just fucking for the camera. Ginny was certain it was nothing when she saw her brother and Lily Potter sharing some sweet looks at the celebration two days prior. She now realizes she had no right to be upset about it.
It did not sit well with her. Not a single bit.
"Think of it as forgotten, Harry. I don't need to think about your pathetic sexual life in any way". Hermione laughed so hard at Ginny's swollen face of disdain that she started to tear. With a smile on her face, the redhead bombshell turned to face Harry and said, "Let's assume that this never happened."
With a sigh of relief, Harry nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the two women watching at him. Hermione grinning at him was something new, but it still seemed like Ginny was making fun of him, which Harry could handle. In the recent past, he would have lost it if he had believed Hermione was making fun of him, as he typically acts as though she were his mother, but Harry suspected that this would become the new normal.
He glanced out the window to see Ron and a stunning blonde girl strolling through the gate with joy, while Ginny and Hermione chatted to each other over things Harry purposefully ignored. "Ginny? Who is that girl that Ron is with?"
At Harry's question, Ginny and Hermione halted and turned to see what was capturing his interest. "There might be a new fangirl girl who watched one of our videos and wanted an autograph," Ginny remarked, rolling her eyes.
Still feeling uncomfortable near his lover, Harry gave Hermione a quick glance before averting his gaze uneasily. Harry remarked after a little while, "Does he really have become so friendly with her? Perhaps he is dating someone else without your knowledge?"
"You know how I stated that we should set aside about your tiny secret? That's right, Harry," Ginny warned. "If you give me the impression that I ought to be envious of Ron's social circle, I may just happen to recall everything. I don't seem to be insecure the way you are".
"Ginny! Give it a break!" Hermione spoke acerbically. Hermione's defense of him pleased Harry, even though it wasn't entirely untrue. In addition, he believed Ginny was being foolish for not keeping a closer eye on Ron.
The speech Ron made to the press at the banquet greatly enhanced the Weasley family's standing among witches. Harry was aware that his friend was devoted to the last, but he was still human. Harry found it difficult to imagine that Ron, who knows from experience that he can fend off a few ladies flinging themselves at him, could maintain that for years and years.
Ginny gave Harry a fierce look, defying him to carry on. He wasn't exactly known for picking up on cues. "She may be one of his fangirls, but she certainly has a cuter appearance. Take a look at that! It appears like they have reached an agreement". Ignoring the furious redhead, Harry said.
Hermione cut off any possible outburst, saying, "Ginny, let me speak with Harry privately. In any case, you should be finishing some task".
Ginny appeared to be prepared to dispute, but instead she capitulated, saying, "I should edit this video. Not quite able to give up on my own video". Hermione turned to Harry, who continued to gaze out of the window at Ron, after observing Ginny return to her seat to finish her work.
"Is it appropriate for us to have this conversation right now? Or would you rather hold off?" Though Harry was processing it similarly to Hermione, Harry didn't want to, but she usually knew what to do because of her propensity for forethoughting. Perhaps the conversation was for the best.
"Yeah," Harry replied with a visibly reluctant tone. Hermione glanced away as Ron led the girl out of sight and walked beside her. Upon hearing Harry's confession, she started to think improper things about her closest friend who had turned into her ex-crush.
Do you simply have fantasies about this? Or would you like to see it through to the end? As we already tried it once with Ron for you, but you still want to keep doing it but with just me and Ron?" Hermione asked bluntly, not attempting to skirt the issue.
When Harry attempted to speak, it seemed as though something was lodged in his throat. He never had good communication skills when it came to his sentiments. That increased by twofold when Hermione inquired as to whether he would rather have Ron screw her in his dreams or in real life. Hermione spoke a little longer before he could say anything.
"If you'd like it to be beyond just a fantasy, it obviously can't be Ron. Ron would never consider abandoning us. We'll have to locate another person, I suppose....".
"NO!" She was stopped by Harry's yell.
Hermione gazed at Harry while blinking. In a moment, she questioned, "No? For specifically what purpose?"
With gritted teeth, "I don't want anyone else involved," Harry declared. Hermione was looking genuinely perplexed now. Hermione would have been prepared to do whatever it took to maintain their relationship, even while it wasn't that she wished to find another man to fulfill Harry's desire. However, his adamant rejection awoke old emotions in her that she preferred to keep hidden.
When Hermione was a teenager, her closest friends were two males; one of them was more enticing than the other, and she fell in love with him before he rejected her. However, Hermione's lust for Ron never went away, and her boyfriend now seemingly restored up fantasies that involve Ron. It was obviously nothing like the depravity Harry was implying. "You wish me to spend time with Ronald only?" Leadingly, Hermione questioned, "Don't you think that'd be a bit odd? Almost as if I were dating someone else?"
All of this was speculative in Hermione's mind. She wanted to know what Harry was thinking, but she knew that Ron wasn't going to be involved. Harry was certain, "Not a boyfriend... Just an acquaintance that you sleep with. Perhaps it's best to treat it as a fantasy," he said after pausing for a short while.
Hermione concurred with the last section, but it was obvious that Harry's cock was the best sign of his desires. When he mentioned that Ron had slept with her, she sensed his pants slightly tighten. Hermione shifted the subject before Harry humiliated himself with ejaculating in his trousers like a little child once more. "Why isn't anyone else doing that? Ron solely why?" Although Hermione didn't have to know, she was curious.
Hermione didn't press Harry to give a quick response, but Harry took quite some time to come up with one. "It wouldn't be the same, I guess." That answered a lot of Hermione's questions, to be sure, but it also raised a lot more that she had been wondering about.
But Hermione realized Harry was struggling and uncomfortable, so she made the decision to offer him a temporary break. "Let's head back, Harry. Too much is on our minds for either of us to stay here".
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"Who was that?!" Ginny was glaring at Ron, with her hands upon her hips. Ginny began questioning him fiercely as soon as he arrived, even before he had a chance to change into more comfortable attire after dropping Gabrielle off.
"What're you babbling about, Gin?" Ron innocently enquired.
"The girl you were fucking around our house, Who was that slut?!" Ron wanted to come clean about his relationship with Lily and acknowledge that he hadn't fucked Gabrielle yet, but it would have been best to hold off on making such a statement for now. Ultimately, he had no desire to ignite this exquisite fireball of a witch. Ron took advantage of the trace of doubt he noticed in Ginny's eyes.
"It's Fleur's sister, Gabrielle Delacour," he told her, raising an eyebrow. "She's going to working in our shop for a few days until she get a job in the ministry" .
"Oh," Ginny uttered softly and thoughtfully.
"Is that the thing you thought I should be doing? Gabrielle being fucked around the house?" Ron approached his sister and gave her a bear hug.
"What?! Why in Merlin's names would I want that?" Ginny asked, her face flushed with rage.
Ron ignored Ginny and remarked, "Let's just say I was. Let's pretend I had my hands on Gabrielle's fat arse, slapping those little cheeks until my palms went red. Do you not think that would be sexy?" Ginny narrowed her gaze, contemplating her next move.
Given that they work in the OF Business, she didn't want to come across as a jealous, insecure sister-turned-girlfriend type to him. However, she could maintain his main interest to herself before he goes fuck some other bitch, so she let Ron to indulge his desires.
Ron was mistaken as Ginny caressed his developing manhood through the garments and slipped her hands down to his swollen balls, admiring in the back of her mind at how quickly they had filled back up. The redhead drew a deep breath and moved closer to him. "Are you really going to continue chatting about some unknown witch? Or would you rather enjoy yourself?" Those were rhetorical inquiries. Ron had never turned down a sexual offer, as far as Ginny could recall. After a while, she assumed it had something to do with Ron's new back-to-back OF video routine. At first, she had assumed it was just Ron becoming a horny guy who wasn't getting his rocks off much.
After giving Ginny a sly smile and reaching down to seize a hold of her firm ass, Ron declared, "I'm always prepared to have fun, Honey." Before long, Ginny was on her knees in front of Ron, undoing his pants to make room for his manhood.
Ron fulfilled a particularly immoral desire of seeing Ginny in the exact same standing that her Harry's Mom was two days ago. He was aware that this was taking things out of control and that if Ginny found out, she was going to curse him with unending bat-bogey hexes. Ron nevertheless assessed the benefits and drawbacks and determined it was worth it. Ron let go of his boxers and used his shaft to aim the enraged man against Ginny's red lips. "Open up, Gin," he whispered, stroking the tip of her full lower lip as he pumped his cock at her. "Those lips should be spread over my cock".
Ron nearly cum at that moment when he saw the brown eyes staring up at him. He felt a sensation of warmth at the very tip of his cock, which startled him out of his reverie and brought to mind a picture of Lily overlaying with Ginny. "That's it, my love," Ron sighed contentedly, "Look at me as you suck me."
Ginny obeyed Ron's request and then let his cock to slide farther into her mouth, choking a little at the back of her lips. Ginny hollowed her cheeks, seeing that Ron appeared much easier to agitate than usual. Ron would never be brought to completion in a matter of minutes by a mere blowjob as the one that Ginny was giving him at the moment, but that's exactly what she felt was occurring.
Ginny was right on the money. Ron's main thought at the moment was that Ginny was doing the same thing as Lily, just a few days later, and that she was in the same position. It was making him crazy. Ron's voice strained as he muttered, "Fuck, Lil....Gin. This ain't gonna be a long one."
Not assisting Ron in the slightest, Ginny hummed over his cock, bobbed her head and stroking his shaft with both hands till she noticed his balls getting tighter. Knowing that Ron generally liked to see her coated with his sperm, Ginny hastily retreated, but she was taken aback when he held her.
Ron tightened his hold on her head and said, "Stay right there, love. Hold all the cream in your mouth. Don't swallow quite yet". Ron's strange request didn't stay in Ginny's mind for long because her mouth was soon coated in a salty layer of her brother's seed. Ginny was about to take a big mouthful of the baby batter when Ron inundated her mouth, but she was surprised to see how quickly the continuous stream of cum ceased. Ron fucked her at the Burrow, and she could only guess that he had emptied his balls quicker than she realized.
Ginny nipped Ron's cock, and he groaned, "Show it to me, Gin." The redhead on her knees lifted her head, stuck her tongue out, and let some of the cum that had collected inside leak out. At the sight of his tiny sister, Ron's cock instantly charged and he stood to attention. Hissing, "Fuck yes," Ron said, "Now swallow."
Ron was so taken aback by Ginny that he forgot all about Lily. His baby batter was protruding from her cheeks, but it was going down as she ingested his come. Spits of spunk ran down her chin and onto her dress, which had white splatters all over the bust. When you add her glistening brown eyes to that, Ron's only desire at that moment was to screw Ginny into the ground.
Ron's gaze flitted to the plush carpet beneath Ginny's knees, and upon raising her head again, the booze-soaked brunette observed Ron undressing before shoving her back onto the plush carpet. "Ronald! Let's head to bed!" Ginny was protesting with her mouth, but her palms were assisting Ron in taking off her clothing.
"Ron!" she exclaimed, ripping off her gorgeous white bra and the matching panties that matched Ginny's red hair.
Without regard for the sperm he was still able to taste on her lips, Ron straddled his gorgeous sister and planted a kiss on her lips. "Hush, love," he said, "I'll get you ten of those tomorrow." When Ron roughly flipped her over and sat directly on top of her tight arse, Ginny gasped. He took a step backwards until his cock pricked her snug lower area, collecting lubricant from her moist lips.
Ron remarked, "This won't be soft, Gin," and then he shoved his cock all through till his groin hit her taut arse, causing it to bounce.
Ginny let out a scream and then groaned as she dug her fingers into the pile of the rug, her toes curled at the sensation of Ron entering to her. "Merlin! Ron!" After kissing the side of Ginny's neck, Ron slammed his hips into her ass and gave her another forceful shove to the pussy. The relatively empty room boomed with the noise of flesh smashing into flesh, but Ginny's scream drowned it out fast.
With a moan, Ron forced Ginny's face against the plush rug and began to pound her from behind, driving her hips into it so hard that her pale arse turned a gorgeous scarlet. "Oh my God! Fuck it. Yes!"
"SLAM...SLAM"
Ron moved down to Ginny's clit and licked her jawline. Ron needed further help since, after all the time he'd spent pounding the redhead, he was positive he would complete before Ginny at this rate. He pressed the button over Ginny's swollen pussy with a couple fingers, then flicked it lightly and gave her some thrusts directly into her G-spot.
"Mmh!" Ron gave a final shove that drove his cock straight to the rear of Ginny's pussy and emptied his come in his favorite spot, smothered Ginny's scream. Straight into the womb of his little sister.
Ron growled, "Yessss," moving his hips as he pressed it into Ginny's ass. Ron finished much faster than normal, especially considering how much effort his balls had to perform today, and he collapsed by Ginny's side.
Ron was gasping for air as his thoughts returned to Harry's mother. His primary concern was the impropriety of continuing his relationship with Lily behind his sister's back without telling Ginny.
Ron's clarity had diminished, especially now that passion was controlling his thoughts. "That's so good Lily." Ron suddenly became serious and braced himself for the fist to be launched, but he received nothing but quiet.
Ginny reacted just when he believed she was asleep. "WHAT!!?"