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A/N: Thank you to lexiatel for the review! And yes, she was - that'll be in the epilogue. ^^

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2. Ron
A loud snore startled Ron awake, but he quickly realized it had been his own, and calmed down again. He wondered at the crick in his neck until he became aware that he had apparently fallen asleep sitting up. Did he get drunk with Seamus and Dean or...?
Oh.
Seamus was supposed to be in Hogwarts, but Dean wasn't. The Snatchers had picked him up, along with Ron, Hermione and Harry. They'd been brought to Malfoy Manor.
Oh bloody hell.
Carefully, trying to be inconspicuous, Ron slowly pried open one eye. He rather expected to be faced with a dark, cold and moist dungeon cell, despite the soft cushions he could feel underneath his butt, and despite the warmth of the sunlight on his face, and despite the lovely scent of tea and scones invitingly wafting towards him...
Oh, all right. Even Ron wasn't that dense. Throwing caution to the wind, he opened both eyes and sat up, looking around with some vigilance, but also a lot of enthusiasm for what his nose had announced.
Indeed, there were scones. And clotted cream, tea with milk and a delicately worked tray holding lumps of sugar, as well as some grapes and slices of apple and pear.
Across the little coffee table from Ron sat Mrs. Malfoy, looking every inch the aristocrat, and apparently not at all fazed by the fact that her guest had been snoring on her lovely little settee that probably cost more than the entire Burrow by itself.
Ron tried to sit up a little straighter and tried not to be obvious about wiping his sleeve across his face in case he had drooled in his sleep or something equally as embarrassing.
"Mr. Weasley," Mrs. Malfoy addressed him, and her voice was not as cold as he remembered from meeting her at the World Cup - albeit every bit as aloof. "I wish to welcome you to Malfoy Manor. Please, be at ease and have a cup of tea with me."
Ron wanted that tea, and especially those scones. But he did know enough strategy to recognize that eating what your enemy offered was generally not the brightest idea. So with a heavy heart, he declined. "No thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. I am not hungry."
"Not hungry? After traipsing about in that forest for weeks on end? Do not be absurd. Besides, what growing boy is ever truly not hungry?"
Ron tried to keep a straight face even as he whole-heartedly agreed with her. Coming back to join Harry and Hermione once more had been the right choice. Easy, though, it was not. They were hunted, tired, half-starved and absolutely clueless what to do. Ron trusted Harry to see them through this somehow - he always did -, but he had begun to think that this time, a greater miracle than usual would be necessary. Resignedly, he lowered his head and clenched his fists.
"Mrs. Malfoy, I do appreciate the gesture, truly. And I have no wish to insult you; but truly, were our places reversed, would you eat anything I offered you?"
A tinkling laugh answered him. "Oh, is that all? That is easily remedied. Look here, Mr. Weasley, I shall be quite open with you." She placed an item on the table between them that Ron had often admired in the display in a hall on the way to his father's office. A gem of truth. No falsehood could be spoken in its presence, otherwise the crystal would give off a red gleam.
"Is this real?" he asked, the awe audible in his voice. Those things cost a fortune, but were entirely worth it to a person with enemies and false friends.
"Why don't you give it a try?" The lady looked at him with a challenging smirk.
"I am Stan Shunpike," Ron said. The crystal pulsated with red light.
"I feel safe, here." A red glow.
"I am good at chess." Nothing.
"I'm not the brightest button in the box." Nothing, once more. Did that mean it wasn't true or just that he didn't personally believe it to be true?
"We will all be alive at the end of the year." A mild glow. Ron shuddered. He did not even want to think about what that said about their chances, or about his own attitude towards their task.
"I am lazy." A very emphatic nothing. "Alright."
He focused back on Mrs. Malfoy, who had lost the smirk and was watching him with quiet intensity, now. "I did not think you were such an earnest young man," she said quietly.
Ron barked a laugh. "Friends and acquaintances dying all around you in a senseless war tends to sober a person up some. Abandoning your friends and having them nearly die in the process is just the finishing touch on it all, really." His voice was heavy with self-loathing. What if he'd returned just one day later? Harry would have died, and Hermione left to deal with it all on her own.
The crystal had remained plain and dull throughout their conversation.
"Mrs. Malfoy," he now took the initiative, "why bring this crystal? Why do you even want to put me at ease? We are already in your hands and you can do to us whatever you wish. Why try to seduce us?"
The smirk slowly returned. "Seduce you, you say." The phrase was a sibilant hiss on her tongue. Ron felt heat creeping up his face. "Yes, that is precisely what I am doing. Now, as to the purpose of the crystal: You need to be aware that none of the food or drink on this table has been tempered with in any way, shape or form. Also, you need to know that neither one of your friends have been hurt or killed, nor are they going to any time during their stay at our manor. That is the truth."
No glow from the crystal.
Ron hesitated. "It... it could be set not to react to your voice."
Mrs. Malfoy laughed. "Such a sceptical young man. But you are correct to be careful, of course. Let me think of a lie. Ah, yes: I prefer solid, nourishing meals over fancy, enticing little treats." The crystal emitted a red glow.
Ron gave a lopsided smile. It was just what he would have expected from a Malfoy, but the irony in her voice as she said it made her appear just that little bit more human to him. Still, they were prisoners here. He mustn't forget that. "You say Harry and Hermione will not be hurt or killed here. What about elsewhere? Will you give us to ...to You-know-who so that he will kill us? Also, you said nothing about me, actually."
She smiled at him, pleased, as though he were a pet that had shown it had learned a new trick. "What a well thought-out question!"
Ron struggled not to preen.
"You may include yourself in the previous statement. Yes, neither your friends nor you will be injured or killed while inside this manor. And no, you are not going to leave it as prisoners of the Dark Lord. More than this, however, I cannot say at this point."
"Fair enough," Ron admitted. It was frustrating - there were still so many options! They might stay prisoners in this manor until they were old and grey! Or they might be allowed to walk free, only to be picked up by Voldemort as soon as the set foot outside the property. Or... But overall, Mrs. Malfoy's promises were a lot more than he had dared hope for right before that stunner knocked him out. In fact, he had not expected to even wake again. So this was already better than his highest hopes, by a large margin. Might as well enjoy it, then.
Slowly, he reached for the tray and served himself a scone and some clotted cream. Mrs. Malfoy gladly poured him a cup of tea from the expensive-looking, tall and thin porcelain teapot. Before sinking his teeth into the scone, though, Ron had one important question: "Why this, then? What is he purpose of this shared afternoon tea?"
He still had an eye on the crystal, but after adding milk and sugar to his tea, could no longer resist the temptation. Thus the lady's answer caught him with a mouth full of hot, sweet tea.
"You already said it: the purpose is to seduce you."
Ron snorted a bit of tea out of his nose. With flaming red cheeks, he hastily grabbed a napkin and tried to fix the mess he had made, wiping the tea from his shirt and jeans. Which were remarkably clean apart from the tea, now that he thought about it. Meanwhile, Mrs. Malfoy continued.
"Not, as you might have imagined, to seduce you over to our side. Rather, I wish to just plain seduce you." She cocked her head as if considering if her words had penetrated his brain. "That is to say, I intend to have you. And believe me, what Lady Malfoy wants, Lady Malfoy gets."
Ron shivered. Those eyes now focused on his body were intense. The lady of Malfoy Manor looked like a dangerous predator considering some tasty prey she wishes to devour. Was he a mouse to her, or a potential mate? What could this refined, adult woman see in him, of all people?
Ron clutched at his cup of tea, the scone all but forgotten on its plate in front of him.
"I... I understand what you are saying," he hurried to stop her from clarifying any further. "What I do not understand is why."
Her smile was proud and self-assured. "I just want to. Need I have any more reason than that?" The crystal glowed a mild red. Annoyed, she followed his eyes over to the stone. Then with a not-so-ladylike snort, she admitted. "Alright. So maybe I have a bit of a taste for... shall I say unspoiled innocence? I like young, impressionable, easy-to-please men - men, note, not boys. You are of age, are you not?"
Ron quickly nodded. "Eighteen already, in fact," he said a bit proudly, already feeling ridiculous for his pride even as he said the words.
"That is well. As I was saying, I like toying with men who are not yet set in their ways, who will allow a woman to show some dominance, to guide them, to teach them. To me, this is simply a bit of fun before the political games must be continued."
Ron eyed the crystal nervously, but it refused to glow. Apparently, this was the unvarnished truth. This lady was talking about casual sex, with him, and to her it was 'simply a bit of fun'.
Ron did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Again, meaning no insult, Mrs. Malfoy, but you may have noticed that I am in a somewhat weaker position here, and will most likely be unable to relax enough that this could possibly be fun for either of us, if you know what I mean." His cheeks were still giving off heat like a little oven.
Mrs. Malfoy just laughed. "I am confident in my ability to get you interested no matter your current level of tension. However, to make you a bit more comfortable with this entire situation, I ask you to please walk over to the door and try the handle."
Ron frowned at her, but got up all the same and pushed down the door handle. It did not move. Leaning against the door did not help matters, nor did kicking it.
"It is locked with a time seal," came Mrs. Malfoy's voice from behind him. "It will not open for another three hours, no matter what you or I do. Also, I left my wand on the other side. So as you see, I am as much at your mercy as you are at mine."
Ron blinked. Then he slowly turned around to the woman. He was easily a foot taller than her. With slow, deliberate steps, he walked towards her. She got up and just stood looking at him, the picture of coolness. Leaning in, he knew he was towering over her, and he suddenly felt a rush of power. She did not flinch away as he placed one of his large hands around her throat. "What is to keep me from killing you right here and now?"
She gasped a soft little breath. The sound went straight to his crotch. Bloody hell.
"You are not a murderer, Ron Weasley." That was all she said, but it was enough. He knew she was right. His grip loosened. However, far from stepping away from him, instead she overcame what little distance was left between them to mould her body against his. "Also," she whispered seductively, "if you kill me, I can not give you all the pleasure I wish to share with you."
This time, he actively pushed her away. "I am sorry, Mrs. Malfoy, but my heart belongs to Hermione." Let it not be said that Ron was not loyal. He knew he had messed up several times in small ways - and once, big time; that one time was enough. He would never again abandon his friends, nor the love of his life.
However, Mrs. Malfoy had other ideas. "Are you so sure that love and sex always have to go hand in hand, Mr. Weasley?" She gave her tinkling little laugh again. "I do believe that your girlfriend is a bit more open-minded than that."
Affronted, Ron turned on her once again. "What do you know?"
"More than you think," Lady Malfoy said with a condescending smirk, which - dammit! - still made her look spectacular. "You are already aware that this crystal works as intended, so you will believe me, I am sure, if I tell you that this two-way mirror is also authentic."
She took said item from a davenport next to the window and placed it on the coffee table. Ron sat back down on the sofa and looked at it curiously. "I will believe that, yes," he agreed. "So where does this lead to?"
"It connects to a mirror above the dressing table the master bedroom," Mrs. Malfoy said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Directly across the room from the bed."
She activated the mirror. Ron leant forward to look at it. He recognized Mr. Malfoy at once, then blushed beet-red once more when he noticed the naked woman in bed with him. "Mrs. Malfoy!"
"Look closely," the lady said calm as you please, as if that wasn't her husband engaging in adultery in their shared bed. "Does the girl not look familiar to you?"
Ron didn't mean to look, he really didn't - but it was like a broom accident, he told himself, you just couldn't look away. This had nothing to do with the fact that the girl had a truly beautiful body, or that besides the mags his friends had shared, he had had no exposure at all to graphic sexual depictions and this was just bloody hot. The girl was kneeling in front of the man, lowering her head into his crotch and sucking...
Oh blimey, that's hot! Ron wanted to snatch the mirror up from the table to have a closer look, and never mind that this was Mr. Malfoy having sex! It was the hottest thing he had ever seen, especially since the girl had the loveliest, wild brown hair, and if she would just look up, he was sure she'd have the most amazing eyes -
Then he recognized Hermione.
"Oh Merlin." He suddenly felt a bit weak-kneed. It was a good job he was already sitting down.
He did not resist when Mrs. Malfoy slipped onto the sofa next to him, sitting very close and draping an arm around his shoulders. A faint scent of roses tingled his nose when she leaned against him. "You poor, slighted man," she said softly. "But if you truly love her, you will not hold this against her. Just as she would not hold it against you if you were to also make the best of a hopeless situation with no way out, or would she?"
"No..." he said, not sure himself if he meant to agree with Mrs. Malfoy or was just generally protesting the entire situation.
Hermoine was giving head to Mr. Malfoy. Hermione. To Malfoy!
He just couldn't wrap his head around that. Why, why would she do this?
A sudden thought. "Did he coerce her?"
Mrs. Malfoy shrugged. "He might have. But as you can see, she is now rather enthusiastic about the task." The mirror was set at a perfect angle to give an unhindered view of Hermione's nether regions, and even from several meters away, the wetness glistening there was easy to see.
Ron gulped. The mere sight of Hermione like this was turning him on beyond everything he had ever known, and had it been possible to crawl through the mirror there and then, he would have done it.
Instead, a hand suddenly slid over his thigh and towards his own middle.
Ron did not think his cheeks would stop glowing a fierce red any time soon, judging by the heat that was racing through them right this minute. Heat was also pooling in his crotch, and he knew that his erection was currently very obviously straining against the confines of his jeans.
"Now, I may not be your lovely young girlfriend," Mrs. Malfoy's cultured tones sounded close to his ear, "but I do have one thing she lacks."
The hand reached for his cock and warmly cupped it, giving a single rub. "Experience."
Ron groaned. He could not get to Hermione right now, but there was a living, breathing woman next to him, who wanted him, and who promised pleasure, and experience, and he was bloody hard just from that mirror image.
Slowly, he turned his head towards Lady Malfoy. The woman next to him on the sofa still looked haughty and elegant, but there were spots of red high on her cheeks betraying her excitement. She was sitting casually on the sofa even as her hand was starting to tease him through the jeans.
"Now," she said breathlessly, her voice barely audible, "tell me, Mr. Weasley: how do you want me?"
Blond hair. Clear, grey eyes. Luscious, full, red lips. Small, elegant breasts. And all of it wrapped in a elegant, but tight white dress that revealed more than it hid.
"I want to see you naked," slipped out of his mouth before he had a chance to think about it.
Mrs. Malfoy gave a delighted, breathy laugh. Switching off the mirror - much to Ron's disappointment - she got up and turned away from him. "Be a gentleman and help me with the fastenings, would you?" She coquettishly smiled at him over one shoulder.
His feet were under him in not time and his hands reached for the hooks at the back of her dress even before she had finished speaking. To touch this woman, to undress her... His hands shook. He forced them to be steady and slowly opened one hook after the other, gazing with desire at the creamy, perfectly even skin that was revealed. When he was only halfway done, he could hold back no longer. His hands slipped around her waist, caressing her body through the dress.
It felt wonderful.
Feeling particularly daring, he slowly slid his hands upwards until each was cupping a firm little breast through the fabric. "Oh," he said, and it came out as a half-groan.
Mrs. Malfoy easily leant back against him, granting him full access to her body. Ron's brain felt ready to burst with the new information streaming in. The scent of the woman in his arms, her easy acceptance of his hands on her breasts, her state of half-undress, it was all conspiring to make the blood pulsate in his head and all along his rock-solid cock.
Then her slender fingers were reaching behind her, opening his jeans and tugging down his boxer shorts to expose his erection to the open air. Ron nearly came there and then. He sucked in a noisy breath and bit his lip to keep himself in check.
He wanted to just bend her over the coffee table and take her right here and now, her dress hanging off her half-unfastened, the elegant Mrs. Malfoy reduced to a - no, not reduced. This was so much better than the aloof, haughty look she usually sported! And it was him that was doing it to her!
He wanted her, now!
Ron firmly placed his hands on her hips and pushed her towards the tall window. "Put your arms on the sill and show me what you've got," he directed, his breath now coming in short pants.
Mrs. Malfoy easily complied. She lifted up her own dress, exposing exquisite, lacy underwear, which she carelessly ripped off. There might have been buttons or magical velcro involved, but Ron neither knew nor cared, particularly. The important fact was that she was now standing in front of him, completely exposed, back arched and firm posterior gloriously sticking out towards him, and it was one of the finest sights he'd ever seen.
Reverently, Ron stroked one hand over the globes of her behind. Here, too, the skin was milky white and immaculate. Slowly, still a bit disbelieving that this aristocratic lady really wanted to get dirty with him, he moved the hand inward, always waiting for a rebuke, for her to call the game, but the words never came.
Instead, the refined lady arched her back a bit more to give him even better access, and Ron's hand easily slid forward between her legs and found her wet folds.
Oh blimey-blimey-blimey-...!
One finger entered the wet heat, then another, and Ron stroked along the inside of the folds in utter fascination. Then his body gave an even greater shudder than before and he knew he wanted her right now.
"Are you...? Is it alright if I...?"
"If you are asking if I have performed all the necessary contraceptive and sanitary spells, then the answer is yes. If you are asking if it is alright to go ahead and fuck me already, I will answer you this: What in Merlin's name are you waiting for?" Her tone was at once needy and snotty, but somehow it didn't turn Ron off.
He was still utterly amazed and not a little flattered that this rich, famous lady that could have had anyone, at least before she was known as a Death Eater, and probably just as much even now, would want to have sex with him of all people. The haughty tone was to be expected, but combined with her current state of undress and her casual wantonness, it made for a crazy and inherently erotic contrast.
Ron pressed closer, his cock dragging past her opening. He frowned, trying to align himself. She was smaller than him, though, and the angle did not work out.
Mrs. Malfoy fiercely pushed him away, turned around and dragged him back towards her. Hopping up onto the window sill with an ease that belied her true years, she looked at him with sparkling eyes. "This might work better, for now." Once again, she lifted her dress to allow him unhindered access. The sight of her naked front took his breath away. Not a single hair marred the perfectly white skin, and the heavy, red folds glistening wetly underneath were urging him forward.
Stepping as close as possible to the sill, he once again angled for her opening. Soon, her hand closed firmly around him to guide him inside.
And suddenly, all was head and wetness and tight and wonderful and -
"Ooh!"
Ron pulled back with his cheeks flaming more than ever. "Oh Merlin, I am so sorry!" How could this have happened? He should not have come when he was barely even inside her! He was such a useless tosser!
Clenching his fists in his hair, Ron screwed up his face and let out a frustrated groan, despite the fact that he had just had an amazing orgasm.
A soft hand on his shoulder made him open his eyes again. Instead of the expected disdain, Mrs. Malfoy's face wore a pleased little smirk. "If I wanted stamina and experience, I would just stick to my husband, Mr. Weasley. But as I told you, I enjoy a bit of youthful enthusiasm from time to time, even as I am aware of all the downside. Surely you know that it is not unusual for younger men to come rather too quickly. However, there is an upside to balance it out." She leaned in to whisper in his ear again: "Quick recovery."
Stepping back with a smirk and sitting back down on the sofa, relaxed as relaxed can be, Lady Malfoy had Ron doubting his own sanity for a bit, there. "Won't you sit down again and eat that scone? I am sure you would not want your strength waning, now." Still smirking fake-pleasantly, she patted the settee beside her.
Feeling humiliated, but also eager not only for the offered food, as well as for a second chance to prove himself, Ron quickly put his clothes in order and sat down next to the shockingly unorthodox Mrs. Malfoy.
The next twenty minutes were spent with Ron systematically demolishing a half dozen scones while Mrs. Malfoy sat next to him, gently caressing his thighs, his belly, his neck and cheeks. The food and the burning sense of shame distracted Ron quite effectively for about the first ten minutes, but then his arousal slowly returned.
When he was once more straining his jeans with an erection that seemed hard enough to drill holes into solid stone, Mrs. Malfoy deigned to free him from his prison for a second time, this time discarding the jeans entirely. She made short work of directing him between her thighs... only for his erection to wither and die, killed very effectively by his nervousness.
"Argh!" Ron was frustrated, utterly frustrated with his body. Luckily for him, Mrs. Malfoy was one determined witch. Not allowing him much time to stew, she firmly directed him to lie back on the sofa. Then she climbed on top of him and, reaching behind her, slowly unfastened her dress the rest of the way.
The dress dropped away and Ron got an eyeful. There was a lot more to Mrs. Malfoy than he had previously assumed.
Ron had, of course, heard that some of the rich ladies had spells sewn into their clothing to make their breasts seem smaller because that was considered more elegant. However, never in his wildest dreams had he suspected the set that had been lurking underneath Mrs. Malfoy's tight dress.
"By Morgana's bastard children!" he cursed in surprise.
Mrs. Malfoy smiled, pleased at his obvious admiration. Ron's eyes nearly popped out as she leaned down towards his crotch, placing one breast each on either side of his quickly recovering erection. Then she started rubbing them together, wanking him with her breasts.
"You are... this is incredible!" was all Ron could say. It was the honest truth, at that. This woman was truly incredible.
It did not take long at all before Ron felt his climax approaching for the second time. He tried to push Mrs. Malfoy off. "Don't... I'm about to..."
"No, you are not," she said firmly. From Merlin only knew where, she took a little band sparking with complicated spellwork and slapped it onto the base of his erection. "That will hold you awhile. For the future, you might want to list potions ingredients or some such to keep it up a little longer, but I fear our time today is a bit limited, so I am cheating."
"Slytherin," he grumbled, but it lacked his usual heat.
"Yes, I am." She smirked widely as she once more pushed him into the desired position. He meekly went along, just happy right now that she had found a way to keep him from embarrassing himself again so soon.
Mrs. Malfoy made him sit back on the sofa and once again climbed onto his lap. This time, aiming correctly came a little more easily, maybe because he did not have to fear coming too soon. He managed to find the right angle with very little help from Mrs. Malfoy and then held her as she slowly lowered herself onto him.
Both of them groaned.
Mrs. Malfoy put her hands on Ron's shoulders and lifted herself up a little, sitting down on him again with a soft sigh. As she slowly built her rhythm, Ron could do nothing but sit there, holding her hips and stroking them with one hand. Admiring her.
Until she stopped moving and snapped at him a bit sharply: "Do something useful with those hands! Pleasure me."
"Oh! Sorry! Of course!" Ron blushed again - had it even faded in-between? - and quickly touched one hand to the place where he thought most women had hair. Slowly going downward from there, he felt his way down to where pale, creamy skin yielded to even softer, but slightly ruffled textures. His questing fingers found several folds of joy, but trying to figure out which was the right one proved to be a bit of a challenge.
Of course, Mrs. Malfoy would not be denied her pleasure, and took his hand to direct him towards where she most wanted it. After a few tries, he correctly identified the most important part, the round little nub that had her shivering and giving a little moan of pleasure.
As Mrs. Malfoy started moving again, Ron felt extremely proud of himself for keeping focused on his hand, sometimes even still touching just the right spot. Men were not known for great multi-tasking abilities, and in this, Ron was an exemplary man. Moving his hand in a coordinated way while Mrs. Malfoy's tight heat was sliding up and down his cock was really asking a bit much!
But he did it, and he was bloody proud of it. Just looking at her wet outer lips moving on him, he wetness glistening in the sunlight, had him gulping hard and struggling to keep going. But the feel, the sheer intensity of it, was so much better even than that sight.
Ron was extremely relieved when Mrs. Malfoy finally showed signs that this was affecting her as it was affecting him. The wanton lady started failing her precise rhythm, sometimes going slower or faster, then nearly freezing on top of him before starting up once more, much faster. Her mouth was open in a silent "Oh!" and her breath came deep and rasping.
Ron loved the sight, the sounds, and he was grateful for the band that kept him from orgasming even as he cursed it. His hips were pushing up into her wet heat of their own accord, and while one of his hands was still dutifully caressing her clitoris, the other had journeyed up to fondle the amazing breasts that were bouncing along with her motions.
He experimentally pinched one nipple, but had his hand slapped away for his effort. "Not your place," she told him curtly. Ron was too aroused to care all that much. Instead, he bowed his head forward and teasingly licked at the nipple. He was rewarded with a low growl and an even faster rhythm.
By now, he had given up all hopes of hitting her sweet spot with a well-directed finger. Instead, he was cupping her with his entire hand, just varying the pressure of his separate fingers and trying to go along with her motions. It seemed to be working, for he could feel her leaning into his touch, growing more energetic in her thrusts the more he rubbed, more... dare he say it? Desperate.
Feeling his partner going desperate was a glorious thing. After his earlier embarrassments, Ron felt he was owed this little bit of just balance, and he felt utterly satisfied with his recompense. Seeing Mrs. Malfoy coming apart as he fucked her, that was just, wow. It gave him an incredible sense of power, but it was also just really, really hot. Blond locks had escaped her coiffure, flying loosely around her classy face, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes half-closed in pleasure.
And even as he watched her intently, her breath hitched. He felt her finger nails clawing into his shoulders. Then she was clutching onto him, growing still and giving a pained-sounding groan. She grew incredibly even tighter around him as her body twitched and spasmed. Her orgasm rolled over her with remarkable intensity. It was a thing of beauty to behold.
"Aah!", her clear, beautiful voice moaned. Finally, she slumped a little, having spent her energy in coming.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Then, she righted herself with a self-satisfied smirk. Touching one finger to the band on his prick, she quickly tapped against it three times with the nail. The band unfastened and fell off. Blood and heat once more coursed freely through Ron's cock and he gasped.
Mrs. Malfoy's smirk widened and she started riding him again, setting a fast, punishing rhythm. Ron held onto the sofa for dear life.
"Come, my young lover," Mrs. Malfoy commanded. Ron gazed at her satisfied, glowing face and could not help but obey.
"Ngaaaah!" Hot liquid spurted from his cock, vanishing into the predator of a woman above him. She seemed to be deliberately squeezing around him, milking him dry. His breath hitched and he sobbed as his cock grew painfully sensitive. Mrs. Malfoy did not let go of him until he had lost every last drop. Then she gracefully climbed down, and while he was still a panting, happily exhausted mess on the sofa, she reached underneath the carpet, withdrew a wand from there, unsealed the door and opened it.
He was too stunned to even come up with the idea of sprinting after her through the open door. As such, he just sat there, slack-jawed, as she said: "This was lovely. We should have tea again, sometime. Farewell!", stepped through the door and let it fall irrevocably shut behind her.
Ron cursed himself all sorts of fool for being so naïve to believe her when she called herself helpless.
Slytherin! he grumbled. What did you expect?
Though he had to admit, there was something to be said for the Slytherin approach. He hoped Hermione had had as much fun with her Malfoy as he'd had with his.
It took Ron two hours, a quick nap, the remaining three scones and the rest of the tea to think of checking if Mrs. Malfoy had really re-sealed the door behind her. He tried the handle, sure it wouldn't move.
The door opened.

A/N: And that's the second chapter done. ^^ Even more than the first, this manages to look consensual when really, it's ...um, dub-con at best, I'd say. ;-) Hope you liked! -- Dime
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