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Ronald Weasley and the Crystal Ball	By : Praetor Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 17585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-A Strange Orb
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‘I’m pretty sure he can’t actually make us clear out rooms.’ said Ron
‘I don’t think so either, but there’s little point to going to class.’ said Harry
‘Since Mr. Potter and his friends are big war heroes who saved the wizarding world, there is little purpose to their being here, so let’s send them on this little clean-up operation.’ said Hermione in a mocking tone
The three seniors chuckled amidst the echoes of their footsteps down the castle’s halls. Due to the intervention of Voldemort, the last half year of schooling didn’t technically count and even though they were all granted a special exemption, most decided to go through one last time.
Harry just had a fondness for the school and was reluctant to depart, Hermione was a scholar by nature and yearned for it. Ron just wanted to be amongst his friends.
The curriculum was reverted to its original format, all references to the reign of the Death Eaters removed. McGonagall took over for Dumbledore, who’s portrait still hung in the office. Snape, after a lengthy convalescence, returned to the position he fought for many years as, ironically enough, the defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Slughorn remained as potions master, collecting students for his little club.
‘How does he still hate me?’ Harry asked
‘Old habit?’ suggested Ron
‘That and you now know more about him than he dares to admit.’ said Hermione
‘Why did he leave all those memories in there if he wasn’t planning on dying?’ asked Harry
‘There was no guarantee a vial of phoenix tears would work.’ said Hermione
‘It worked for me.’ said Harry
‘Fawks cried on you, Snape had that capsule in his pocket for probably years in the off chance he was poisoned or grievously wounded, how was he to know for sure it didn’t lose potency?’ she asked
‘Task at hand.’ said Harry as the two got to the forbidden door
Since they had nothing else to do and someone had to do it, they were chosen to pick through the burned junk room for any lingering dark artefacts. Harry twisted the knob and pushed against the door, which opened barely against much resistance. Ron got besides him and pushed with his shoulder and Hermione even squeezed between them. As they pushed, there was a grating sound with the rumble of rubbish debris getting shoved aside by the opening door.
Once it was wide enough, the golden trio stepped through. The room was still trashed and heavily charred, with ash piles and smouldering wrecks laying all about in huge swathes. The fight and fiend fyre had wrecked any semblance of organization in the room and they had to climb over things to get to anywhere.
‘I want to try something.’ Hermione said as she raised her wand
Wordlessly, she used the organization spell Dumbledore cast with ease. Like items pulled themselves from the heaps and aggrandized, forming neat stacks that hovered in the air as the ash bundled into large clouds in the air, debris condensing into blocks in the centre as floor space cleared. Once all the soot was in the air, the junk crunched into blocks in the middle, the junk returned the ground in neat aisles. The dust clouds condensed even more, becoming small spheres that settled on the piles of garbage.
Hermione actually broke a sweat in the effort, but when it was done, two thirds was ready to be tossed and the remaining aisles explored.
‘Nice one Hermione!’ said Ron with a raised hand as she looked at him side ways
The three then went through the aisles, picking things up and looking them over. Mostly they just played with the artefacts.
Ron picked a small snow globe looking crystal ball out of the wall when it gleamed, catching his eye. He blew on the label and a few layers of dust flew off but he had to use a sleeve to get the grime.
‘Oooh, Crystal Ball of Carnal Desires.’ he read aloud the inscription on the base to himself
Harry was climbing a stack when his foot slipped on a small goblet. With a short shout, he fell and landed on Ron. Ron fell sideways and dropped his globe. He twisted as he fell to cushion his own fall and catch Harry, the two landing on the crystal ball, which had landed with a clang and cracked slightly.
Upon landing on it with his hip, the thing shattered and ominous green energy flowed out in wisps. The swirled around Ron as Harry bounced off him and as he stood, Ron began to shimmer.
‘You two okay?’ Hermione asked as she poked a bushy head from around the corner
‘Yup,’ said Harry ‘Totally’ said Ron
He was still glowing green slightly as she said ‘Are you sure Ronald?’
‘Quite.’ he answered
‘All right then.’ she said
They spent the next hour or so scouring the large room but ultimately finding little else of particular interest. When the time passed for DATDA to end, they went about the rest of their day, which was half over already. Even that was mostly uneventful.
It was strange, had he not know a Hogwarts before the conclusion of the war, he’d never suspected anything was different. Yet, because he fought through it and lived in the old days, he knew where the differences were. It was an eerie kind of happy now, a peace he could enjoy only because he had been an integral part in its bringing.
Scars from the battle still marked certain parts of the castle, new bricks where the stones had been blasted out, new armoured suits to replace destroyed ones. Most of the scorch marks and architecture had been rebuilt by now, most of the work having been done over the summer by the teachers.
Life moved on, they got new students, and even though the last year was counted as a success by default for all students, some chose to return for the last year. Hermione, of course, scholar that she was, returned. Harry loved the castle and fought hard for the school, and chose to repeat the year. Since both of them were staying, he decided he would as well.
After classes, he dined in the great hall with his friends and chatted before retiring to the tower. He swung by the bath houses first though to clean himself from the day’s activities. He was alone for now, at least, as he closed the door to the prefect’s bathroom he had access to now.
Activating the numerous faucets, the pool like bath began to fill as he took off his clothes. He admired himself in the mirror as he stripped. He’d been working out in preparation for Quiditch, for which he was still a chaser. As much as Harry wanted to play, he let Ginny remain the team’s chaser for various reasons.
He was exceptionally tall, 4 inches over 6 feet, and had a build to match. He had a decent amount of muscle mass but wasn’t exactly ripped. He had broad shoulders, toned abs and strong back muscles but didn’t have the bulging pecs and biceps that women drooled over. He kept making a mental note every time he saw his naked form that he’d work on it but laziness always won. Hermione didn’t complain so nothing else really mattered.
He pulled off his pants as steam began to fill the air, fogging up the mirrors. The enchanted tub would never over flow so he didn’t worry about the tap. He pulled his drawers down too and felt something strange.
He felt something slap his knee, and then a tingle in his spine as a sudden stroke of pleasure ran up his dick. Looking in the fogged mirror, he saw between the white pillars of his trunk legs, a slimmer appendage dangling. Now he always had an above average cock, it was a subtle source of pride when he started changing in locker rooms.
But this… this was inhuman. He was afraid to look down. But he had to since the foggy mirror gave little view. He looked down and gasped. From below the small bush of red hair around it dangled a dick that was bigger than when he was erect. It had to be a foot long, pale with an enclosed foreskin around the head. His heart rate increased, he was amazed by the size as he reached down and lifted it up to inspect the balls. They too were sizable now, hanging like twin eggs inside his wrinkled sack that now dangled a few inches below the base.
At his touch and under his gaze, the thing began to grow. It inflated in his hands, rising up like a flag over a conquered fort. As it grew and took an upward banana shape, the veins along the surface blew up and pulsated, glowing blue under the thin pale skin. It expanded in length and girth, the skin at the end being peeled back as the swollen purple helmet of his cock emerged, the piss hole open and ready to deposit something.
Ron could not believe his hard on. He let go of his cock and walked to the bath, the huge rod bouncing before him like a spear while retaining its shape. He got in the bath, the warm water covering him as he sat. Even with his ass on the smooth marble seat, the head of his enhanced cock stuck through the water like the cap of an iceberg.
He wrapped a hand around the base, fingers unable to completely enclose around it, and began stroking. He slid the hand up, forcing the skin back over the top as he immediately recoiled from the sensation. It was a lot more sensitive now, and the hot water was doing much to make it swell even more.
He began jerking it hard now, pumping his fist up and down the pillar of dick meat. He watched the head floating above the water, feeling the hand tight around his cock and balls slapping the marble below with the hot water all around. It was a good feel, not nearly as good as an actual woman though.
He had two, technically three, sexual partners in his life. Lavender Brown was his first. During their short but impassioned tryst, he’d lost count of how many times they had done it and just where. Numerous times in the common rooms, in abandoned class rooms, the rookery, the green houses. It was amazing and he missed that aspect in this relationship. With Hermione, they had a deep emotional connection and powerful bond, but he could count on his fingers the number of times they’d physically consummated their love. The day the war ended, his birthday, her birthday, and when school started.
She had already started taking advanced classes by mail and was somewhat prudish. All the times they did have sex, it was missionary and cow girl. Though it was great for both of them, she just didn’t want to do it often. He’d almost say she was frigid.
He continued to beat off harder and harder, thinking of his lover naked in front of him, her pretty face wearing a mask of pleasure and her perfect body shaking from joy. Soon he came, ropes of white cream shooting from the top of his cock. They arced through the air and landed on the water, floating on the surface like silly string as more and more shot out. Thick, twisty ropes continued shooting, 9 or 10 bursts, before turning into simple globules and then a low pressure stream.
He continued jerking his wilting cock to get all the gunk out. Soon he was empty and his dick sank like a sea monster back below the water, leaving only a huge cake of think, pungent cum on the surface of the water as proof of its visit to the surface world.

After the bath, he retired to his room. He had a big meal after classes and was now feeling pretty sleepy. He closed the curtains on his four-poster bed so he was isolated after dampening the candles closest to him. There in the dark with the curtains drawn, he lay with his stuffed animal in silky pijamas while contemplating his status.
He now had an inhumanly large cock and could really put out spunk, but why and what else was different? It had to have been the globe, he couldn’t think of any other reason. He felt somehow strange after he broke it. He then wondered how he could parlay this into a better sex life.
He fell asleep on that thought, how he could use his new stallion like cock to become the biggest stud in Hogwarts.
He stirred to from pleasant dreams when he felt something shifting around. It was now much darker in the room, leading him to suspect it was mid night as all the candles were out. His curtains were still drawn though, and he was still alone except for Mr. Poshbuttons snuggled against his chest.
As the haze of sleep lifted from his head, he realized that he wasn’t completely covered, his trousers had been opened somehow. He then felt the end of his penis being pulled on. It was an overwhelmingly pleasant sensation, the head being pushed around by a spongey tongue like muscle, something wet and very warm had taken it in. He then noticed sucking sounds and silent moaning.
He jerked as he looked down, seeing nothing due to the darkness.
‘Lumos’ he whispered as he drew his wand from under his pillow.
There was an orb of light at the tip and Hermione had to raise a hand to keep it from momentarily blinding her. He could not believe what he was seeing. The brainy one of the three was laying down in the bed below him, balled between his legs, and sucking him off. Her pretty face was still open mouth as she fed more of his now more than impressive cock to herself.
‘Hermione.’ he whispered ‘what are you doing?’
She pulled her face off his cock, lips still tightly wrapped around the organ as she sucked. There was a pop as it finally slipped off the head and she spat on it, using the hand to stroke him some more. He couldn’t understand what was going on, she was normally very prudish and this was a brash display by anyone’s standards as they could get caught rather easily.
‘The technical term is felatio, suing your mouth to stimulate a sexual organ.’ she said
‘Oh I love it when you get smart but why now, why here?’ he asked
‘Relax Ron, I put up a silence and blindness charm. No one could see or hear what we do in here.’ she said
She sat back on her heels, the light of the wand illuminating everything, and drew apart her robe. She wore nothing underneath. Her lovely breasts sat proud on her chest, the nipples pert and pink. They seemed larger than he remembered, they used be hand fulls but now he was sure he’d need two for one. He looked down her toned stomach to see the she’d done some trimming to the red bush between her legs. He could now see the lips very clearly.
‘So shall I continue?’ she asked ‘or do you want to do something else?’
‘No, no, please…’ he sputtered ‘go ahead.’
She smirked and went back down on him. She used a hand at the base to steady him and another to jerk the meat around in front of her. She used her tongue to swirl around the end and blew on the soft tip of the hard shaft.
‘My Ronald, you got a new wand it seems. I don’t remember it being this big.’ she said lustily
‘I don’t know either, it must have just been a while.’ he said as he stuck his wand in the top of the bed so he could relax and enjoy the show
‘Look, I cant even wrap my hand all the way around it.’ she said as she demonstrated with her right hand, where the finger tips could not meet when around the girthy end
‘I must be really back up then.’ he said
She stroked a few more times before taking him back in her mouth. She bobbed her head, licking all over it while pushing the foreskin around with her lips. She hit her throat on the back eventually and stroked the excess in her mouth, air flowing over the tip as she sucked him off while breathing.
Even when she did give him head, which was only a few times, it was only after he had bathed and it was not nearly this enthusiastic. She pulled halfway up and then with a gak, she pushed back down and he jerked upright. His cock was forced into her throat. The squishy head slipped between the folds of her trachea and her neck bulged from the cock that now invaded.
He sat with spread legs watching as the bushy haired ginger used her head for something completely different. She bucked like a chicken, sliding the O shaped lip ring down his shaft as she took even more of his cock in her mouth. Soon most of the foot of dick meat was lodged in her mouth, the veins along the surface bulging as the heat from her moist mouth drew the blood to the surface of the mighty organ.
She swallowed and he jerked again, curling his toes. The muscles of her too tight throat clenched along his sensitive organ, and when she hummed, the vibrations shuck the huge fleshy took in her mouth. He could feel like he was about to cum but held on because he wanted to see Hermione blow him even more.
He clenched with his penile muscles to try and stem the flow as she pushed her nose into his bush, lips around the base. With nothing left to fondle or stroke, she reached between his muscular thighs and began playing with his balls. Her fingers toyed with the egg sized nuts, stimulating them as they churned out the spunk that would fill her mouth very soon if she kept on bobbing her head and neck around his cock.
She somehow got a lot better at this. She couldn’t deep throat at all the last time she blew him and couldn’t do any of the fine manipulations she was doing with her hands and tongue. Even as she choked herself with the cock, her tongue worked around the underside of the dick as her fingers played with the egg sized sperm factories in the wrinkled sack below the base of the erection.
‘Oh Hermione, you’re- ahh, ahhhhhh good at this.’ he said
With a drawn out slurp, she pulled her face off his cock, the lips dragging along the muscle in a wide O shaped cylinder until she got to the end and with a pop, she let him go. His cock was now impossibly harder as she stroked the slimy mass.
‘Thanks,’ she said with a wicked grin ‘you insinuated my head game wasn’t that strong, and I can’t be second in anything. So I studied hard and practiced.’
‘And it paid off…’ he said as she stood on her knees and walked over him
Her knees were by his hips now, a hand on his cock to aim it up as she steadied herself over the organ. Her robe flowed behind her, open in the front so he could admire her above decent tits and well-manicured bush before she dropped.
‘Ready love?’ she asked
‘Are you?’ he countered
She simply sneered as she eased onto him. The head collapsing under the weight of her as the lips squeezed it tight, a split second of resistance before slipping. He was then immersed into the heated wetness of her cunt. She pushed herself down despite the length and size, the moisture from the blow job and wet snatch helping greatly to slide the member in. They’d done this before but she seemed somehow hotter, wetter. Soon she was halfway down and had to take a break, the wrist thick foot long doing a fantastic job of stretching her out in every way.
Hermione closed her eyes as her face contorted, first in discomfort and then pleasure as his cock pulsed, radiating heat into her nether region with its hardness. She became well-adjusted and pushed down some more, with a small battle cry and then yip of pleasure, she took him to the base. Her cheeks sat on his sack as she now sat on his hips, her chest heaving at having such a huge, hard mass inside her. Each breath sent her large breasts jiggling.
Ron let a groan out as she squeezed him like a vice, his hard cock throbbing in the furnace of her sex. He then reached up her chest and grabbed her tits. They were definitely bigger now. They used to be a nice hand full but now they over flowed. He could see the ends of his fingers disappear into cracks along the white skin that they made. They seemed more sensitive too, as Hermione had to close her eyes and arch her back to stop from yipping some more.
Even with the silence and darkness spells, they were still cautious of the noise they made. Ron pinched the nipples, which seemed wider and perkier than he ever remembered. He lifted and dropped them, bouncing them around to watch them ripple. Hermione opened her eyes, the beautiful face flushed with pleasure as she began rocking on him.
Sliding up and down, they gave great pleasure to each other, his cock getting milked and squeezed by the cunt as it beat with her heart and clenched around him. She was stretched and stuffed, heat and sexual energy radiating from his loins as they picked up the pace. She slid around on the dick, bouncing up a little more each time until she was going a third up and then down.
Ron had to exert enormous willpower to keep from nutting, he liked this side of Hermione he was seeing now and didn’t know how long she would stay this way. So it was imperative he enjoyed every second of it. She grunted now with each thrust, air being forced from her lungs with every bounce. Her tits now jumped on her chest, the knockers no longer able to hold place and shape on her chest as she writhed.
‘Ugn, uh Ronald, you’re so hot. so hard. How? How is this possible!?’ she whimpered
Ron set his hands on her hips to help her keep up, she was losing control of her legs as she got tired and her own orgasm neared.
‘Anything for you love.’ he said
He really didn’t have an answer, other than that crystal globe theory.
Hermione leaned over him, hands on his shoulders, and picked up the pace. He could hear the slapping of her ass on his thighs as she bounced, juices running freely down the thick dick that impaled her. She was breathing fast and heavy now, her eyes glazing over as she lost focus on what she was doing precisely. Her larger tits swayed freely under her now, between her arms as Ron kept her steady over him with his hands.
He knew what was coming next and propped his feet up so his knees were angled and he could now thrust up to meet her. He savoured the sensation of Hermione’s breath on his body, the warmth of her tight cunt working his cock and the sights of her swinging boobs, before pounding up. There was a smack as their hips collided in mid-air and his heavy balls swung up to smack her ass. She yipped and they repeated, hitting each other in the air as they met each other at the crest of the bouncing.
It was enough to knock her out, she went jelly legged and fell on him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in closer as her boobs made a cushion between them. Her face was over his shoulder beside his head, her mane of bushy hair around them both but he knew where he was going.
He held her onto him and continued thrusting up into her as she moaned and babbled in pure bliss. Her lips twitched around his dick, the thick member constrained almost painfully by her quivering lips and clenching vaginal muscles. He knew what was impending and held her tighter to him, picking up the pace so that his balls continued to slap her ass at the end of the hard, fast and heavy thrusts.
‘Oh, oh, oh god Ron, yes… by the hallows yes- ugn… I’m… cumming!’ she squealed
He felt her juices run free again, her tight pussy becoming even tighter as the heat rose up some more, milking his muscle for all its worth as she began thrashing in orgasmic contortions. He held onto though, determined for both of them to see this through together. His mind went numb with pleasure too, his cock almost so numb it actually hurt, the heat and pressure drawing all the cum from his balls as his dick twitched inside her seizing snatch. He shot load after load in her, remembering the rockets of cum and thick ropes he shot out in the bath earlier with just his hands. Hermione had to have felt herself getting full.
Soon though, she was calming down on top of him, a freshly fucked glow over her whole body as he drained his essence into her. Sweat clung to both their bodies despite his pijamas and her robes. He had a hand on her ass, petting her slowly and another on her head, playing with her hair as she snoozed on top of him.
His dick became limp despite the loving grip of cooch and was forced out by the natural tension of her pussy as it calmed down too. He felt warm fluids run over his still hot and wet cock, a mixture of cum and girl juice painting his cock and their inner thighs as the dam burst and their concoction ran free like a stream. The air in their little love den became thick with the scent of that sexual mix drink that now made a puddle between their legs.
She stirred, coming too as if she had just woken up.
‘Oh god, Ron. That was amazing. I’m, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.’ she gasped
‘I wasn’t complaining, why are you apologizing?’ he asked
‘For putting you in this position, what if we were caught?’ she asked
He kissed her head and said ‘It’s fine, we should do it again later. But now I am tired and I think you are too.’
‘Yes, you’re right.’ she said as she rolled off him
She pulled her wand from the holster in the robe and whispered some incantations, the puddle in the bed disappearing. She flicked her wrist and then both of them became clean, no sweat and the smell of sex lifted. Then then pointed the wand between her legs and whispered something, the pussy glowing briefly as she said ‘Block seed, you never know.’
She drew together her robes and moved to the edge of the bed as Ron tucked himself back into his pants.
‘Hey Hermione, are you sure you’re okay?’ he asked
She took down the spells she put up and looked back with a sly smile ‘Yes, never better.’
She tapped her head with the wand and disappeared. The curtain fell away and he lost the silent sounds of careful footsteps amidst the snoozing of his bunk mates in their own beds.

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