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Weasley Is Our King	By : impairedheart Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 5020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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W e a s l e y . I s . O u r . K i n g . . x

x . x . x . x .
// - Ron�s pov

\ - Angelina�s pov

S u m m a r y . . x Why was Ron REALLY celebrating after that last Quidditch match?

R a t i n g . . x R for Sexual conversation and action. Maybe a bit of objectionable words and phrases.
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Ron clambered off of his fellow house mate's shoulders thankfully as they finished their last verse of "Weasley Is Our King". His freckled face was shining a bright glowing beam as the last of his team mates gave him an aggressive slap on the back. He wanted nothing more but to stay in the common room and celebrate his victory - the teams victory - but felt a pounding urge to relieve himself from the heavy Quidditch gear beforehand.
As he turned towards the common room's portrait hole his gaze was met by his best friends climbing out of the exit excitedly. Almost immediately they were congratulating him on his success and begging to hear how he had done it. Ron knew he'd be more than happy to repeat the tale over and over again but his sweating body was aching to hit the showers. After promising Hermione and Harry they'd hear all about it when he got back, he himself was climbing out of the Gryffindor common room exit.
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Angelina Johnson took a long swig from her glass mug of butterbear when she heard Ronald Weasley telling his friends he was off to hit the showers. The buzzing student's chatter seemed far off and her pounding heart seemed to grow louder as it thumped against her chest madly. There was an echoing dull clang as she slammed the half drunken beverage down onto a nearby table and mindlessly followed the red head as he climbed through the portrait hole.
Her mind was foaming of so many thoughts as she weaved passed students in the corridors closely behind the Gryffindor Keeper. He hadn't seemed to notice his follower even when he paused to except the 'congratulations' from a passing student. Everyone seemed so surprised of Ron to have won them the Quidditch cup, not Angelina, she had seen it all along in Ron. She knew he was just simply nervous out on the pitch during matches but she had seen him perform much better during Ron's midnight practices. She learned to admire his skill, and somehow seeing him play well was always bit of a turn on for her. It wasn't long before an over whelming attraction for the Weasley had emerged.
Why was she following him to the showers? Simply the same as everyone else had done already that evening, why to congratulate him on his success of course. She just had a minorly different way of congratulating him was all.
She paused as they entered the school grounds and waited for Ron to enter the boys change rooms before heading in after him, she had no intention of catching his attention before then. Angelina felt completely confident, she had thought about this moment countless times before, so many times in fact, that she had no hint of hesitation that evening as she crept her way into the boys change rooherehere Ron had entered minutes before.
The lights were undoubtedly dimmer in the changing room then she had expected them to be, probably all the better to tease her urge at grasping a long hard visible gander at Ron's surprisingly well toned body. Though, more than once she had already captured a bit more than a glance at the red heads strong muscled chest and fairly defined abs. She was the captain after all. Angelina snickered to herself mentally remembering when all the boys would moan and complain about how she should knock before barging into the change room to give them all their beforehand speech. She had never seen passed Ron's waist sadly, though she fantasized about it. The Weasley had a fairly okay athletic figure, though, one could do better than that. He reminded her of Fred and George Weasley only more better looking. Angelina remembered dating Fred more than once.
Sure enough, there was Ron's abandoned Quidditch robes on the blue tiled floor next to the lean figures bare feet. Angelina's round hazel eyes traveled upward only to find a white clean towel wrapped tightly and securely around Ron's waist as he headed into the showering area.
Most quietly and sneakily she let herself enter after he was out of sight and wasted no time in stripping herself from the heavy Quidditch gear. She pushed her robes and lingerie to the side and untied her long dark hair, relieving it from it's tight braid - the way she usually had it. Her ears picked up the echo of trickling water splashing against the tile from a running shower as she to wrapped herself in a towel. Her heart skipped a beat and her breath caught in her throat as for the first time that evening, she hesitated. Only no doubt for a second or two before stepping over to the showers.
Angelina braced herself to see what she was longing to see since Ron had made the team, but, only turned the corner to come face to face with the towel wrapped around his waist once more. Shoot, she thought to herself, rid of the damned towel for Merlin�s sake would you? Ron's hand played and toyed with the taps as if to find the most comfortable temperature. Foggy thick steam filled the hot room as Angelina stepped forward, not wanting Ron's sexy form to be hidden from her behind the dense cloud.
His head whipped around in her direction, immediately discovering the dark beauty's presence. Angelina put on a fake shocked face and flirtatiously put her finger tips to her soft full lips as if in surprise. "Oops!" she cried perhaps in a little to much of a fake tone. "I thought this was the girls!" She attempted to suppress a grin as Ron's handsome eyes locked with her towel covered portion. She stood straighter and broader, pushing her bare shoulders back just enough to emphasize her rather large bust. "I'm really sorry." she reassured the speech fif fifteen year old in an attempts of an apologetic voice.
Angelina let her dark eyes trail down herself to where Ron's eyes were glued and asked, "Like what you see, Ronald?" as if she had suddenly noticed he was looking at her in such a lustful way. Ron gave his head a quick rough shake, tossing his longish soft hair in a sexy way that enlarged Angelina's already over whelming urge to do what she desired to the boy right then and there. She suppressed it and stepped closer so that she stood two feet away from him.
Ron looked once again of lose of words but surprisingly turned the situation around with a simple question that Angelina hadn't expected. "What are you REALLY doing here?" he smirked.
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He suddenly understood that the dark older girl standing before him in a seductive yet innocent pose had a fancy for him. They both knew what was going to happen next but Ron couldn't help but coward mentally while thinking about it. He let his eyes transfix on her once again as she turned the shower next to him on and rinsed her hair and neck, though really his mind was scanning the situation over.
For once in his life he had to really think clearly for himself and not about the opposing person here. His virginity was at stake and as he knew he wasn't willing to keep it really he also, at the same time, thought of how he was saving it for the one girl he had admired since first year, his best friend Hermione Granger. He had a slight hint that she fancied him back of some level, but, she never really responded to his signals. At their rate he would be a 20 year old virgin and only just begun to understand the feel of her lips against his. Did he really want that? Or did he want to answer his curious cravings and understand what it really felt like before his teenage years were over.
All thoughts were lost as Angelina spoke again, this time in a more seductive softer tone. "It looks like someone wants me to stay, Ronald." Why was she calling him that?
"Who me?" Ron asked gesturing a finger towards himself.
Her dark pitless eyes traveled down him slowly and he suddenly knew what she was saying before she said it. "I dunno, your friend sure does."
Ron felt his ears grow red as he followed her gaze down to his erection. He could have slammed his head into the tiled wall at that moment but didn't. He still had something to decide and obviously his body was screaming yes. But was his heart telling him Hermione? Ron fumbled with the options for only a moment more as Angelina pressed her hard chest against his. Ron felt his erection rub on the inside of her thigh as she did so, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through him. Damn, if she wanted this to happen this was sure as hell going to happen, she looked way to damn good in just a towel and who knew how much better without it? Besides, he just couldn't help but grin when he pictured the look on Fred's face when he would tell him that he nailed Angelina Johnson before he ever had so much as a chance to before he left Hogwarts.
His mind was pleading madly for her to position herself more comfortably and correctly on him but knew that their towels were only getting in the way..."Alright, you first." he told her letting her flash him a puzzled expression. He smiled dangerously, "You show me what you have under there first and then I'll show you next." Ron marvelled over the fact at how smooth and hot the words had emerged from his lips and how much confidence he was suddenly able to muster.
Angelina seemed shocked at his control over the situation and soon reflected his dangerorin.rin. Slowly she stepped back, making Ron miss the feel of her breasts pressed up against him almost immediately. Even more slowly she took hold of the towel around her...
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