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Candy	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 297693 -:- Recommendations : 19 -:- Currently Reading : 19
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related character. This is a work of fanfiction. I hold no rights on it at all. I make no profit from this story.

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Ron woke up that morning with a raging hard on. Well that was a normal occurrence for a teenager, but that morning more than usual. He must have dreamed something really wet to be this randy early in the morning. Too bad he couldn’t remember it at all.

Or could he? He had a few flashes of a woman…. Who looked a lot like Hermione. Oh yes he was remembering something now. He dreamed of Hermione sucking his dick. Damn that was definitely a great picture. Too bad he couldn’t remember anything else.

Ah well. No reason to mull over it. Eventually he would remember other juicy details later on. It was time for breakfast now one of his favorite daily events.

He skipped to the shower to wash himself quickly before heading down to the Great Hall. He undressed and slipped in the common shower where somebody else was doing quite the same. He couldn’t see who the other guy was since he was in the farthest stall from the entrance and he didn’t particularly care.

He started rinsing his body under the warm stream of water, taking great care in his not-so-little lower Ronald.

‘I might as well rub one off, while I’m at it,’ he thought while stroking his appendage absentmindedly. Images of Hermione licking his boner crossed his mind. Oh, how many things did he want to do her. That bothersome know-it-all could do just fine as his personal slut.

It was his secret wish to dominate Hermione and break her mind to fulfill his luscious desires. Damn that would put the Mud blood in her place.

So he kept masturbating thinking about her full figure in many different positions. He dreamed of fucking her everywhere. In his dorm, back at the burrow, in the Great Hall. On the quidditch pitch…. During a match. Oh yeah he would show ‘em all how to score.

Damn that was such a turn on. Everyone staring at him, the whole school, the professors the students, even Harry….

Harry?

Blazing green eyes invaded his mind.

Harry watching him fucking Hermione.

Harry watching him as he came in her pussy.

Harry watching him as he unloaded on her face.

Harry watching….

Harry watching…

Green eyes, raven hairs, toned body…..

Watching him.

Him alone.

His eyes snapped open as he came suppressing an otherwise loud moan.“Harryyyy…”

“Yeah? That you Ron?” His best mate voice came from right outside his stall. Je swallowed the knot inside blocking his throat.

“Yeah I wasn’t sure it was you. You usually get up much earlier.”

“I know but I didn’t get much sleep last night. Hermione dragger me into a late night session preparing for the OWLs. What about you?”

“Oh.. Hummm…. I’ve slept just fine…” he answered while his hand resumed its movement on his manhood. ‘What the hell am I doing? Harry is just out there.’ He wondered at his strange behavior. ‘Just out there. He might find out…. Might find out… He would stare at me like some kind of freak. He would stare at me… he would stare at me… he would stare at me… he would stare at me, stare at me, stare at me… oh Merlin I’m going to cum.

“Mate are you still in there?”

“Uuuuh. Yeah, just lost in thoughts. What were you saying?” he asked fastening the pace of his self ministration. His breath was now coming in ragged rasps. He was so close, so close. If only Harry pulled the curtain open…

“I’ll be waiting for you in the Great Hall. Don’t take too long or the food will just disappear. Later.”

He heard Harry walk out leaving him alone in the whole shower room. He was relieved… and extremely disappointed.

‘What’s wrong with me? Why did the thought of being found out turns me on so much? And why the bloody Hell can’t I cum any longer?’

No matter what how much he tried he didn’t manage to release. It was like something was preventing him to reach the peak. Frustrated he finished his shower and dried himself before dressing and getting down to breakfast. His unsatisfied erection still pulsating inside his robes.

The unlucky bloke walked the usual path down the castle covering his throbbing manhood with his robes as best as he could with very little success.

Every student down the road looked at him warily noticing the bulge in his pants, an act that didn’t do anything good for his predicament. No it made it even… harder.

By the time he reached the Great Hall he was red as a tomato and hard as a rock. He sat at the beginning of the table and began eating his breakfast trying to avoid everybody. Another task failed. As soon as he raised his gaze from his plate he met Harry’s own gaze.

Green orbs bored into his eyes, a spark of knowledge inside there.

‘He knows.’ His cock throbbed at the thought. ‘He knows and he’s looking at me.’ Another powerful throb. By now his manhood had reached and hardness unknown to him before.

Harry looked at him for a moment longer before turning away with a knowing smirk. It was all that Ron could stand. He bolted from his seat outside the hall, desperately looking for somewhere private.

He turned into a corridor that leads to a usual unused storage room. It was locked of course, but he didn’t care. He was alone now and nobody could see him almost ripping his trouser off and jerking madly.

It was so painfully hard. The veins were bulging like they needed to explode without a moment notice.

He stroked and stroked and stroked and stroked but he didn’t cum.

“Why, damn it? Why can’t I just bloody cum anymore?”

“Ron, mate are you all right?” Harry voice sounded behind him. Reflexively he turned to look and saw his best friend standing there. Looking at him stroking himself.

His mind exploded in a sea of white. Strands of cum, no jets of cum flied from his cock in Harry’s direction splattering on his robes and face. The young man blinked in surprise.

The redhead boy slumped on the ground seemingly exhausted, but still aroused. Harry walked to him and looked down into the exhibitionist eyes. “Damn Ronald, you are a bloody wanker. What’s wrong with you? How could you do this inside a corridor?”

“I… Harry mate I….”

“Don’t Harry mate me, freak. I should report you to McGonagall. I should let everybody know what kind of disgusting thing you are.”

The threat of being exposed worked as Harry had planned. Ron cock throbbed and spurted another strand of cum onto Harry. “HNNNG! Fuck!” screamed the redhead teen.

“Damn you are disgusting,” Harry whipped his wand and casted a Scourgify upon himself, getting rid of the fluids on his body. An act that made his heart cringe but it couldn’t be helped. “Be glad that I don’t tell anybody. Get yourself cleaned. I’m going to History of magic,” and he walked away leaving a confused Weasley stroking his erection. That would be a very long day.

-oOo-

History of magic was as boring as usual except for Ronald Weasley. His little problem wasn’t receding at all. Here he was in a classroom filled by other students with the hardest erection he ever had. Luckily everyone but Hermione on the other side of the classroom was more or less asleep. Even Harry that sat a couple of desks back from him.

He couldn’t resist. He needed to do it. He kept teasing himself over his trouser but that wasn’t enough anymore. He needed release. He needed it badly. He almost didn’t care if he had to do it there.

‘No one would notice. No one,’ he thought even while in a deep corner of his mind he wanted someone to notice. He slipped his cock out of his robes and began masturbating anew. No one seemed to notice him, the ghost professor included.

‘Oh Merlin this feels so good. Wanking here like this where everybody might just wake up and see me.’ He looked around to be certain that nobody was looking at him. His breath was caught in his throat when he locked gazes with Hermione. For a moment nothing happened but then Hermione suddenly smirked placing one finger on her lips seductively, looking at him as if she wanted to eat him.

Ron whimpered and released on of his biggest load ever on his hand, completely drenching it in his juices. His face was now burning in embarrassment but Hermione never stopped looking at him, now almost sucking her finger.

She slid her hand down her body making sure to press it against her chest while she was doing that, showing how soft her tits really were. Her finger slipped under her skirt and a couple of seconds later her face was showing the result of her ministration. Half lidded eyes and mouth opened in a silent moan. Ron swallowed hard. She went on for a couple of minutes then her body shuddered and she relaxed on her seat. She raised her hand for him to see the clear fluid connecting her fingers then brought them to her mouth to suck on them lasciviously.

Ron couldn’t resist the urge of mimicking her. He brought his cum drenched and to his own mouth and licked away his love juice all the while Hermione never removed her gaze from him. Her eyes were boring into his and he felt wonderful.

He wanted more. He wanted to be looked at. In all sorts of degrading behavior. It was wrong, it was sick and he loved every minute of it.

-oOo-

Soon the day was over and Ron didn’t get any chance to confront Hermione about what happened but he clearly saw her watching him during every lesson they shared. The mere knowledge of her looking at him, maybe thinking about what happened was more than enough to keep him on the edge.

She avoided him all day long perhaps she was too embarrassed, maybe she was just wanted to keep him thinking about her. He didn’t know. He didn’t care. All he wanted was to find her, slam her on a table in the Great Hall and fuck her into next week in front of the whole school.

That line of thought proved to me too much again and he had to find another secluded corner to take care of his urges.

Without results.

Try as he might he reached the peak but couldn’t release. It was driving him crazy. It was almost painful but there was nothing he could do about it. He could have asked somebody but whom? Madam Pomfrey? No way he would discuss that part of his health with that old witch. No, no, no. If there was a witch he could talk about it was definitely the Mud blood.

He went to bed that night with a flagpole between his legs. Perhaps tomorrow he could bang the bushy haired witch. She couldn’t avoid him all day again.

-oOo-

That night Ron woke with the usual glassy eyes. He stripped himself of all his clothing and walked to the common room where Hermione was waiting for him under Harry’s invisibility cloak. She led him down to the dungeons where Harry had things set up for another night of training.

Harry had things planned with Snape to the utmost details. Ronald wasn’t the type of guy you could teach with words. Lecimency was the only way to set some kind of information in that Slut brain. That or giving him a reason to behave by catching his interest in something.

They would use his desire for attention against him to break his already weak (but well shielded from outside input) mind. Honestly, Ron‘s ability to isolate himself against the outside world was nothing short than a natural form of Occlumency. They had to give him something he wanted to break him and that had to be something they wanted as well.

Hermione was perfect for this role. It was oblivious to anyone who bothered to look at him for more than five seconds that she was all he thought about right after food and quidditch.

They would use her as their bridge to his mind making her seduce him but keeping away from him. The first stage of the plan worked smoothly and it was now time to move to the second stage.

That was the reason why Snape summoned all of his loyal students that worked on Harry’s training not too long ago. The show was about to start and all they needed was a good audience. A willing and participative audience. It would be a night to remember.

-oOo-

Here we go, another Chappy. Next chapter Ron will completely fall prey to his darkest desire. Soon the former golden trio will be back together at the feet of their rightful Master, Severus Snape.

The Wizarding World is up for a rude awakening as their former hope will drag the society into a spiral of lust and body fluids.

This story is becoming way longer than I’ve planned and I’m very happy. I’m so glad that I’ve found an audience worthy of my depravity and so eager to participate in this lust filled story.

As usual thanks for your help and please let me know what sort of naughty situation you’d like to read.

PS: For those that asked I have plans for the Marauders, Dumbledore, Tonks and the Weasley family.

Bye.
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