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The snow was gentle against the slowly dying grass surrounding the school grounds. Clouds in the sky were heavy and dark, like the powder would lay repeatedly until it was considered a winter wonderland, and then Harry could do whatever she chose to do in the snow. One of her guilty pleasures was the winter season activities. Snowmen building, snowball fights, big roaring fires, thick warm sweaters, cuddling with her beloved after they attempted and failed to do their homework in the common room, right up until Hermione comes down and makes them separate so they can stay with passing grades in their classes.
Today was a big day for Gryffindor; the first Quidditch match of the season. And Ron’s first day as Keeper. Harry had absolute faith in him and knew that he would be beyond perfect. Ron, however, was skeptical of his abilities.
Breakfast was exactly what she needed before the big match. And it was such a warm feeling knowing that she was captain of the team and every play she knows are ones that she has constructed herself. Her fingers skimmed over the parchment she had across the tabletop next to Hermione as she studied the list over, and over again.
“You’ve been reading that thing for an hour,” Hermione sighed as she sipped from her goblet. “You wrote them. Do you really need to prepare?”
“Mmm, but I study for the team, not myself,” Harry nudged Hermione with her elbow and sipped from her own goblet. “Plus, you know my memory is kind of shit.”
“Oh yeah, definitely toss all,” Hermione nodded in agreement and made Harry pause in her reading, giving her a look that was halfway between a grin and a scowl. The look alone made Hermione snort and put down her cup, pumpkin juice dripping down her chin as she reached for the napkin on the table and wiped the liquid away.
Harry paused in her giggling for a second as she noticed someone sit down in front of her and saw Ron in his Quidditch gear. He looked green, and exhausted.
“Ron?” Harry looked over to him and slowly reached for his hand that was shaking under his arm. “Are you alright?”
“Oh yeah, totally… Didn’t bother me at all that you were in a room with that slug, McLaggen all night.”
“Oh, please don’t start this again, Ron,” Hermione muttered under her breath as he looked her in the eyes with a challenging facial expression. “He didn’t even look in Harry’s direction all night long.”
“It don’t matter. I don’t want him around her,” Ron scowled a little as he remembered exactly what McLaggen did to his girlfriend and felt his rage bubbling up all over again. He always wanted at least ten meters between them, and if they could be on the opposite ends of the school, that would have been perfect for him; give the ass no chance of being within breathing distance of Harry.
The Quidditch captain was honestly touched with how much he cared but wouldn’t voice it, so Hermione heard her. It would just be seen as encouragement for him to continue acting like an overprotective male lion with his mate.
“Want my opinion, babe?” Harry looked up from the play list for a second and towards Ron. “That was the most boring thing I’ve ever been at. I’ve taken tests more exciting than that.”
“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” Hermione looked down at the toast on her plate and took a small bite from one of the squares. Harry smirked a little and nudged Hermione with her leg under the table.
“Oh yeah, you definitely enjoyed dessert.”
Hermione choked on the toast in her throat and started coughing a little, dropping the bread onto her plate and slapping her hand against her sternum until her coughs subsided and glared down at her friend who held up her hands like she was about to beat her half to death.
“For Merlin’s sake, Harriette Potter, just let me eat!” Hermione had already choked on her food twice, and it wasn’t even 10 am yet. Harry considers that a personal record of her own.
“Did I miss something?” Ron looked between them both as Harry was practically dying in her seat with laughter, covering her mouth with both hands and looking the other way as Hermione was seconds away from storming across the Great Hall and sitting with someone, anybody else, than her annoying as hell friend that made her enemies with her breakfast toast.
All Harry could do was wheeze and shake her head as her giggles subsided slowly and she wiped away her tears that streaked down her face from the laughter fit.
“Good luck today, Ron,” A hand slapped against the Keeper’s shoulder, and he looked up at Seamus with a lopsided grin. “I have two Galleons on Gryffindor, yeah?”
As soon as Seamus was out of ear shot, he leaned forward and gulped. “I’m resigning. After today’s match, someone else can have my spot!”
“But Ron, there aren’t any others available to fill the Keeper spot…” Hermione looked at Harry who shook her head a little to show that she was right; only Ron and McLaggen tried out for Keeper. And with him banned from the Quidditch team now, there weren’t any reserves to take his spot if he resigned.
“Harry’ll find someone,” Ron shook his head and looked at his girlfriend with a very hopeful look in his eyes, hoping that he would be allowed to quit. Harry responded with a sigh as she slowly put her hands around the rim of her goblet and passed it over to him.
“Have it your way, love. Juice?”
Ron picked up the cup and looked down at the orange liquid inside for a second before almost taking a sip. He paused with it halfway to his mouth when he heard the familiar sweet voice of Luna Lovegood next to him.
“Hello everyone,” Her hair was back against her head and on her was a giant lion mascot costume to show her pride for Gryffindor and her support for her new friends. It was really sweet how much Luna cared about them, even though she was in another house entirely.
“You look dreadful Ron,” Luna apparently had no filter on her. “Is that why you put something in his cup?”
Ron paused again as he looked down at the cup and then over to his girlfriend who shrugged nonchalantly and tossed up a teardrop shaped vial in her hands that glinted in the dim light of the sun coming through the window behind her. The bottle was unmistakable.
“Liquid Luck,” Hermione looked insulted at what Harry just did and turned towards Ron with big eyes. “Don’t drink it, Ron!”
Ron squared his jaw a little as he contemplated his options. Drink the potion juice and play the best game ever? Or don’t take it and resign from what he’s always hoped to achieve? The choice was obvious. Ron tipped the goblet up to his lips and downed the entire contents at once.
“You could get expelled for that!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry looked Hermione in the eyes like she was trying to challenge her, brows knitted together, and lip curled slightly in a sly grin that she was trying incredibly hard to hide from everybody near her at the table.
Ron looked down at the cup, at the plays on the parchment, and then his girlfriend. There was this overwhelming feeling of pride bubbling inside of him. Determination, drive, and excitement. Ron only usually gets that kind of feeling from Harry when they have that rare alone time. This felt amazing; euphoric even.
He looked into his girlfriend’s bright emerald eyes and smirked. “C’mon, babe. We got a game to win!”
Harry reached out for his hand and slapped hers into it before walking in the direction towards the end of the table. They both walked hand in hand to the locker rooms where Ron helped Harry with her gear, even though she was very much capable of doing it herself and pulled her hair back into a ponytail for her.
“Ron, I could have done that myself,” Harry sighed and passed him the hair tie around her wrist, making him chuckle deep in his chest.
His voice sounded low, husky, and full of fire that she hasn’t felt from him before. He seemed so much surer of himself, that every move he could make in the game and with her would be golden. Ron leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek before grabbing a handful of her ass and making her jump a little in place.
“I know.” Short, concise, and somehow incredibly sexy. Harry felt like her legs were jellifying.
She was going to tear him apart after this game.
That was the best match that Gryffindor has had in years. And it was all because of Ron. Every single move he made on that broomstick was gold, and he never failed to block a shot from entering their territory. Harry couldn’t be prouder of him as the entire common room cheered for him and jumped up and down to celebrate this amazing victory and humiliating defeat of Slytherin.
“You know you shouldn’t have done it,” Hermione muttered into her ear as she watched Ron bask in the glory of their win.
“I know, which is why…” Harry reached into her pocket slowly and pulled out the familiar vial and held it up for Hermione to see that it was still completely full of liquid and uncorked. Her eyes went wide with realization.
“You didn’t put it in… Ron only thought you did,” Harry nodded once, grinning wide as she looked up, tucking the potion away into her pocket again for safe keeping and seeing Ron make eye contact with her across the room. Harry could swear that her pussy just got its own heartbeat from that.
That look in his eyes spoke more than words ever could; he wanted her. Now. It seemed slightly impossible with so many people around… Maybe if they were to sneak away? Would anybody notice if she were to steal him for… An hour or two?
Harry watched Ron walk straight across the room to where she was standing and grabbed her by the waist, dipping her down closer to the floor and off her feet before bending down and pressing his lips against hers. Harry made an audible squeak of surprise as he offered her so much passion and desire with one action that her brain stuttered like a needle on a scratched record.
Harry responded to his advances by sliding her hands into his red mane and scratching her nails across his scalp, eliciting a deep moan from his throat that passed through his vocals and buzzed against her lips like a purring cat.
Cat calls and whistles rang throughout the entire crowd of Gryffindors that were no strangers to seeing their public displays of affection but knowing a sexually charged kiss when they see it. Especially with how Ron’s hands slid up through her shirt and against her bare back, tugging on the fabric of her top and letting his teeth graze across her bottom lip with a low growl.
Harry’s legs shook slightly as she held onto his neck and looked up at him when they broke away with wide, sparkling eyes behind her circular glasses. They needed to get away and be alone soon, or she was going to go mad with desire.
The celebration lasted for about another half an hour before things started dying down and as Ron was finally away from everybody, Harry slowly grabbed onto his sleeve and tugged it a little with two fingers to get his attention. The redhead looked down at his girlfriend who smirked and motioned with her head towards the side where the exit was.
Ron didn’t need any more motivation than that and started following her as she stepped out of the Common room with him right behind her.
“Where are we going, Harry?”
“Somewhere that no one can hear us,” Harry spoke with determination, showing him that she had no intentions on being quiet tonight. Another low rumble left his throat as she led him out into the snowy courtyard and across the stone paths and stairs before they started running down the path back towards the Quidditch pitch. Without warning, she yanked him into the broom shed with her, closing the door behind her as Harry didn’t waste any time before she was on him once again.
Ron caught her in his arms and wrapped them around her waist, bending down for a second in order to pick her up off the ground and lock his lips with her once again, the cold outside now an afterthought to this breath-taking beauty he had in his arms right now. Harry slowly peeled off her glasses and slid them into her pocket as she pushed her bangs away from her face and continued moving her lips on his.
One of Ron’s hands slid up her back and ghosted over her bare neck before grabbing her ponytail and tugging on it a little and making her head tilt back. Ron watched with amazement as her eyes rolled back and her nails dug into his biceps under his sleeves.
“Merlin, Harry… Who knew you were into that?” He muttered as he leaned down and moved his lips against her throat, her neck buzzing with her soft chuckles as she felt him yank on her hair again and make her squeak like a mouse in his arms. He really was an alpha male lion with his mate, huh?
The heated make out session was amazing, but Harry needed more. The golden girl let out a soft whine as she tugged on his shirt a little harder to the point it slid across his abdomen and he slowly let her go, putting her back down on the floor of the shed before stripping out of his shirt and feeling her slam him against the wall behind him, her mouth on his recently washed skin and leaving little bite marks and hickies all over his chest and collarbone. The redhead slowly stroked her ponytail in his hands again before he decided that she had enough of him and marked all he could handle before he snapped.
“I think you’ve had enough, mate,” He mocked Harry a little as she pouted visibly but shut her mouth when he yanked her hair again, her eyes fluttering with pain and pleasure washing all over her at once. Ron smirked at her obedience and grabbed ahold of her shirt and pushed it up over her stomach, making sure to hold onto her sports bra as he did. He tugged it all off at once and let it collect with his own clothes on the floor.
The female shuddered a little and resisted the urge to seek him for warmth as Ron took the spotlight tonight and did everything he wanted with her. He started off slow, leaving marks wherever he pleased on her skin and making sure that a lot of them were in impossible to hide places and that they added up more and more than hers did. It looked like she fell in a trough of leeches now.
“Ron… Please…” Harry pleaded a little as he pulled off her skin and finally decided her breasts had been through enough torture for now before he grabbed her belt and started pulling it open, grinning wickedly as he tugged on her jeans and let them fall into a heap around her ankles.
“Just imagine what I can do… With Liquid Luck running through me, babe…” He left a soft little trail of kisses down her belly and against her pelvis before gripping her panties with his teeth and pulling them down over her thighs. Harry felt her cheeks heat up with a deep blush that he didn’t miss as they slid down her legs and to her feet.
Ron didn’t even bother pulling off her jeans from her feet as he wanted her now and had no mind for fumbling with her stubbornly doubled knotted high-top sneakers. He grabbed her legs and lifted her up off the ground, sliding between her thighs and holding her up by his shoulders and his strong core strength.
Harry did not expect this kind of power from him, and this kind of ferocity. She got a little taste of it the other night when she allowed him full control and he revealed one of his hidden kinks, choking. And it looked like they both liked this new one of hers. He was going to be pulling her hair for a while after this.
Ron’s fingers slowly slid across the underside of her ass and he moaned as her pussy looked like a dessert all on its own. Dripping, and so soft and pink. He wanted nothing more than for this to happen and for it to happen fast and repeatedly until Harry was begging for mercy.
Ron dived down and didn’t bother with his fingers, his tongue licking a thick stripe across her cunt and making Harry squeal with pent up desire, her legs shaking a little around his neck as he took many more licks up and down over her like she was a treat from the Great Hall. His tongue worked over her folds with a thoroughness that Ron hardly displayed with projects for school. If he had this kind of focus for everything, he would be a better student than Hermione.
Every inch of her pussy was covered by his mouth as his fingers spread her apart for a second and he pushed his tongue deeper and prodded at her entrance with the thick muscle that wiggled back and forth against her. Harry shrieked and immediately went to cover her mouth with her hand before feeling Ron grab her wrist with his free hand and look up at him with challenging eyes. That’s right… She promised to be vocal. No holding back tonight.
But Merlin if anybody were to hear them… It would be like last year all over again.
Harry did her best to hold in her happiness as he teased her hole with his tongue for minutes on end before pulling back and taking a deep breath. His nose, lips, cheeks, and chin were all glistening with her arousal all over his face. She bit her lip and stroked a hand across Ron’s hair before he chuckled and went back in for seconds.
Harry tensed for a second before her body was sent into shivers at his lips wrapping around her clit and suckling on the sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking it back and forth quickly and his mouth moving with such speed and stamina, it had Harry close to an orgasm already. It was clearly in Ron’s plan as he didn’t let up and knew the telltale signs of her moans getting higher pitched and her taste getting stronger than before.
Ron waited patiently as his tongue wiggled across her clit and his fingers teased at her entrance gently, never really penetrating her and just teasing her to feel her muscles clench around nothing and feel her clit throb against his tongue a little more than before. Before long, ripples were going across her entire soul as he brought her to a climax in record time.
Harry whispered his name repeatedly before it turned to loud wails of pleasure and she clamped her thighs around his head, her thighs covering his ears and head as he slowed himself down on her cunt before pulling his head back as best as he could and looking up at Harry with a smirk across his face. Oh yeah, he was going to be bragging about this for a while.
“Bloody hell, babe… That was in record time, I think,” He teased Harry who didn’t respond, just pressed her back against the wall and panted a little, shivers still going through her body and her heart thrumming against her chest. It was incredible, and exactly what she had been craving for weeks now.
But Ron wasn’t finished. He slowly brought her legs down, yanking her jeans off with her shoes still on and placed her feet onto the ground carefully. He watched with a smirk as a little amount of her own cum dripped from her cunt and down onto the wooden plank of the shed.
Ron leaned down. “Turn around for me, chosen one?” He whispered gently and Harry only nodded as she turned herself around and felt him press her gently against the wall and pushed both of his hands against her ass, holding it and squeezing it playfully before lifting one hand and slamming it back down on her rear.
“Aaaahh!” Harry arched her back even more at the smack on her ass and blushed even darker. No way… This was another thing that got her off. But this was a form of childish punishment? Why did she—
“That’s it, love… Scream for me,” Ron growled roughly as he brought his hand back down and did it again, making a shout rip through her throat and bounce off the interior walls of the shed. Ron repeated his actions again, and again, until Harry’s rear was welted with marks of his hands and slightly bruised. But the raven-haired Gryffindor loved the ache she felt on her ass from him and him alone.
Harry waited patiently for more, wiggling her rear at him like she was attempting to entice a wild animal to mount her. Harry heard another thing drop down to the ground and felt the familiar sting of his cock pressing against her tight slit that was still slick and drenched from her previous orgasm.
Ron took his time and slowly sunk into her inch by inch, taking it slow at first and savoring that first penetration bliss he always felt from being inside someone so beautiful, so hot, so his. Harry felt herself almost immediately adjust to his size, like his dick was made for her alone and it was all she could have asked for.
“Fuck, I missed this sweetness of yours,” Ron spoke with a hidden dominance that Harry found to be so sexy that it made her skin crawl in the best way possible. It was like she was touching a live wire hanging from the ceiling.
He only stilled for a moment before Ron couldn’t wait any longer and pulled himself back, holding her hips hard and pushing himself back in a little harder this time. Harry gasped and tossed her head back as he repeated the motion and felt her inner muscles flex around his cock, trying to keep him moving and holding him inside of her tight pussy.
The second that Ron felt the tickle of her ponytail against his chest, one of his hands pulled away from her hip and he grabbed ahold of her hair with a sharp yank and making her body slam back against his chest. Harry yelped as he slid his hand across her stomach and wrapped his arm under her breasts as they jiggled freely with every thrust up into her.
“Nnnnn… R… Ron,” Harry’s voice was weak and submissive in his grasp, Ron’s hips snapping back and forth with desire and intent on making her reach a second orgasm in time with his own.
“Louder,” Ron demanded as he yanked her hair with more force, making her shout out with surprise and pleasure. He did it repeatedly, like he wanted her to make that noise with every thrust he pumped into her. Harry felt her scalp throbbing from the abuse he was putting her through, but she wasn’t going to complain. It was that kind of ache you got in your muscles after a rigorous workout. Her favorite kind of ache.
“Come on, baby… You can get louder than that,” Ron scoffed at her pitiful whines and squeals as he released her abdomen and slid his hand down over her belly, immediately pressing two fingers on her still sensitive clit and she responded with a howl of euphoria.
“Fuck, there we go… Just like that, love!” Ron was finally satisfied with her volume that just got higher and louder the more he moved his cock inside of her like a jackhammer on concrete, and his fingers wiggled back and forth on her clit like they were vibrating.
Every once in a while, his nail would scrape the hood of her clit gently and it sent shockwaves of sweet pleasure over her body. If he kept doing that…
“Fuck, R… Ron… I’m so close…”
“Not yet,” He commanded as his fingers paused their movements on her clit and Harry whined with disappointment as her orgasm was right on the edge and he denied her the best release she would feel in so long. Ron smirked as she wiggled her hips back and forth, seeking a friction that he had just denied her and slowly moved back, his hands pushing against his back and looking down.
“Go ahead,” Ron looked down and got the best view of her gripping pussy tight around his thick cock that pulsed inside of her, seconds from exploding with thick spunk. Harry closed her eyes for a second before she grabbed the rack in front of her and bounced herself back against his cock, moving her hips up and down and feeling his tip ram against her womb with every punch of his dick into her pussy.
The noises she was making were a sin all on their own. Harry knew she was seconds from coming undone, and she wanted nothing more than to reach that amazing climax that she’s been so desperate for the entire day after the game. Ron did the bare minimum with his hips and just watched her work against his cock at a speed that she struggled to maintain.
Only a little while longer… Just a bit more…
Ron slowly bent down and pressed a few soft kisses against her shoulder blade as his hand sneaked around her waist and started rubbing and playing with her clit all over again. That’s all she needed.
Harry let out a loud shriek of pleasure and felt her entire body start shaking with the force of her second orgasm making her nervous system dance under her skin. The way her cunt squeezed around his dick and how she spasmed against the wall he had her against, and the way her eyes teared up, it sent him over the edge with her.
Ron gripped Harry by her waist and pushed as deep as he could into her, his balls tightening up and his length throbbing inside of her as he released his thick spunk inside of her, rope after rope of cum painting her inner walls white. Ron curled both arms under her waist and pulled her down to the floor with him as his legs seemed to almost stop working.
Harry went completely slack in his arms and her body slammed against his chest as he held onto her with both arms and felt the few last ropes seep down out of her and onto the hardwood floor. Ron rubbed his fingertips up and down between her breasts against her painfully fast heartbeat, leaving soft kisses against her neck, and removing the elastic that was holding her hair up.
Soft, choppy raven locks fell, and framed Harry’s sweat drenched face as she got as close as humanly possible to him, her chest rising and falling with every deep inhale she took. Ron continued to kiss along her skin to try and calm down her trembles and harsh inhales, his own body shaking a little from the aftershocks that he just couldn’t keep at bay. Why was every time with her like the first time? It never ceased to amaze him, no matter how many times they did this.
Very slowly, Harry tilted her head up to look in his eyes and giggled as her glasses fogged up. Ron let out a soft chuckle as he lifted them up and gently set them on top of her head. Harry blinked a few times before carefully tucking her head under his chin.
“Now I can’t see a thing,” She breathed, her fingers reaching out and attempting to find his hands that were stroking up and down her sternum and sending little tingles through her body. Ron was quick to grant her wish and threaded his fingers with her own.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Ron choked out, gulping and pushing his nose against the top of her head. His original plan wasn’t to be that rough with her, and fear of hurting her was always way too great for him to ignore. It didn’t matter how many times they made love; he would always ask this question.
Harry brought one of his hands to her lips and pressed a soft kiss over his knuckles. “No, Ron. You never hurt me.”
They had always had it planned out. A safe word to use whenever something went wrong between them in their heated moments. And it didn’t matter what was happening, they both promised that they would stop at the utter of their word. Neither of them were one, so the use of the word “Hufflepuff” would make them stop no matter what, right?
Harry has never had to use the safe word. And neither has Ron. But it’s always been there just in case.
It took them both many minutes of heavy breathing and cuddling to finally feel right enough to stand off the floor and try and put themselves back together. As usual, Harry whined when Ron pulled out of her, already missing his fullness and warmth. Ron just rolled his eyes and swatted her rear once again, making the girl yelp and jump away as she struggled to pull her jeans back on with how damp her skin was. Ron didn’t struggle with his clothes at all and found it amusing how she kept jumping to yank the denim up over her sweat slicked legs.
“Sonofa… C’mon, damn it!” Finally, her jeans were back in place and Harry sighed, shaking her hands off a little as she picked her shirt up off the floor. As she grabbed the fabric, there was a soft clinking sound that made her pause for a second. Ron looked down and reached for whatever had fallen from the bundle of fabric and his entire face went pale.
The vial of Liquid Luck… It was still full, and corked. Unmistakable, to anybody. How did she…
“Get it now, love?” Harry gently took the vial from his hands and placed it back inside her pocket. “You didn’t need a potion to be great. You just needed the confidence to do it.”
“But… Luna saw—”
“Me pretend to pour it in your cup this morning,” Harry reached up and gently brushed Ron’s bangs away from his face, letting her hand linger on his cheek for a little while. “I knew you would need the encouragement, Ron. I prepared ahead. What you felt, that was all you. Not the Felix Felicis.”
Ron swallowed down the lump in his throat and tilted her head up a little with his finger under her chin. Harry hummed in approval at his actions and pressed her lips on his, breathing in his sweetness and gentle touch. Oh, how she loved this boy. More than life itself.
And from that night on, Ron gave as good as he got with every single match. He now believed that he had the talent and drive, and not just the encouragement of some potion in his body. He was the best Keeper that Gryffindor would ever see from that day on. Oliver would be proud.