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The great hall was clattering with heavy noises as the boisterous crowd of wizards and witches sat at their house tables for breakfast, filling their bellies. The Gryffindor table was not much different from the others, except the fifth-year boys and girls sat a few feet from each other, gossiping away. Parvati, Ginny, and Lavender were at the center of the chatter, reluctantly joined by Hermione.
Hermione sighed. "Do we have to do this? Can't we talk about something else for once?"
Parvati nudged her playfully. "Come on, Hermione. You can't deny it's a little bit fun. Anyway, did you hear about Michael and Cho?" Parvati Patil leaned in, her tone conspiratorial. "Caught snogging near the Charms classroom during Prefect rounds!"
Ginny Weasley arched an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across her freckled face. "Again? Merlin, they can't seem to keep their hands off each other."
Lavender Brown, who usually preferred listening to gossip rather than participating, nodded knowingly. "Well, Cho always did have a thing for Ravenclaw boys."
The conversation then shifted to the boys in their year. "So, Parvati," Ginny said, grinning mischievously. "Who has a crush on you this week?"
Parvati tossed her hair. "Oh, a good number of boys, I'm sure. But between us, I think Lavender's got her eye on someone who hasn't got a clue."
Ginny and Hermione both leaned in, eyes wide with anticipation. "Who?" they asked in unison.
Lavender glared at Parvati, her cheeks turning pink. "That's none of your business," she said sharply.
Ginny couldn't resist teasing. "Is it Harry?"
"No, it's not Harry, trust me. He's too... broody." Lavender laughed and shook her head "Just because you have a crush on the boy who lived, doesn't mean everyone has"
Ginny's face softened a bit. "I don't have a crush on Harry anymore. That ship has sailed."
Parvati then turned to Hermione. "What about you, Hermione? Do you like anyone? Maybe someone from another house?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I don't like anyone. I'm focused on my studies and—"
"—and Quidditch players," Parvati interrupted.
"I'm not one of those groupies who chase after famous guys," Hermione retorted. "And Viktor was always just a friend. We never kissed or did anything."
Parvati smirked. "Sure, but if you had to choose, who would it be?"
Hermione blushed but then smiled. "Seamus, maybe?"
The girls burst into laughter, glancing over at the boys. At the same time, the boys turned away, caught in their own discussion.
Seamus was boasting. "I know Lavender likes me. I caught her looking at me."
Dean scoffed. "In your dreams, maybe."
Seamus flipped Dean off. "Harry, who do you think is right for you?"
Harry looked uncomfortable. "I really don't know."
Fred and George nudged him. "Come on, Harry. Just for fun."
Harry's face turned scarlet as he mumbled a name. The boys leaned in closer.
"What did you say?" George asked.
Harry sighed. "I like Hermione."
The boys exchanged knowing looks, their eyes drifting to Ron, who was staring into space, slowly munching on his apple pie. They expected some reaction, but he remained expressionless.
Neville broke the awkward silence. "I see the girls as friends, but if I had to choose, maybe Ginny."
Fred and George smirked at each other before looking at Ron, expecting him to react. But Ron stayed motionless.
Fred leaned in. "What's with you, Ron?"
Ron abruptly stood up. "I don't feel well," he muttered and ran off.
Both the girls' and boys' groups watched him go with concern. Hermione's brow furrowed in worry.
Harry's eyes followed her. "Do you think he's okay?"
Dean leaned in. "He's probably just nervous about the game. It's his first final match, and he's scared of losing."
Everyone nodded in understanding. Fred and George exchanged guilty looks.
"We were pretty hard on him when he got that Prefect badge," Fred admitted.
George sighed. "Maybe we should try to be good brothers for once and support him tomorrow."
As the hall continued to buzz with morning activity, both groups fell silent, reflecting on their conversations. The final match was looming, and with it, the weight of expectations and unspoken feelings.
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Ron Weasley had never felt more awake in his life. It was well after curfew, midnight had come and gone, and every single creature within the walls of Hogwarts was surely in a deep sleep. Yet, Ron couldn't close his eyes. He had been tossing and turning in his bed, haunted by visions of tomorrow's Quidditch match. Despite his brothers' unfamiliar support and Harry's encouraging words, all he could see was himself doing a poor job as Gryffindor's Keeper, ending up embarrassed and sprawled on the ground.
Feeling his body heat up within the confines of his bed, he finally slipped on his night slippers and crept downstairs. Maybe a walk would help clear his mind. As he rounded a corner, he caught sight of the darkened common room, illuminated only by the flickering flames in the fireplace. But something else caught his attention—a shadow moving vigorously by the firelight. Ron frowned. Either it was some seventh years making out, or worse, a serial killer waiting to pounce.
That would be just great, he thought dryly. At least then he might finally get some sleep. With his wand in hand, Ron descended the last stair, his steps soft but sure. What he saw next, however, froze him in place.
On the couch, illuminated by the warm glow of the fire, was Parvati Patil. She wore a flimsy nightdress that barely reached the top of her thighs, one hand holding a copy of Naughty Witches while the other was jammed between her legs. Her honey-bronze skin glistened with sweat, and her eyes were closed as she moaned softly, her head tilted back against the couch.
Ron felt his heart race and a hot flush spread over his cheeks. He couldn't tear his eyes away, and his pants tightened uncomfortably. He didn't realize his mouth had fallen open until he let out a gasp of breath. Parvati's eyes flew open in panic, her face flushing deeply as she met his gaze. Quickly, she pulled her hand from between her legs and tossed the magazine aside, her other hand wet and glistening in the firelight.
For a moment, neither of them moved. Parvati looked down, her face wincing with embarrassment, while Ron, struggling with his own mortification, quickly sat beside her on the couch. He stared straight ahead, trying to hide the growing evidence of his arousal.
They sat in silence for a while longer, the awkwardness gradually giving way to a tentative camaraderie. Ron found himself glancing at her again, taking in her disheveled appearance, the way her hair fell messily around her face, the sheen of sweat on her skin. Despite everything, or maybe because of it, he felt a strange, comforting connection with her.
Ron sighed and said, “I didn’t see anything.”
Parvati suddenly laughed. “Oh yeah, I believe you,” she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Ron managed a sheepish smile, feeling his earlier embarrassment begin to fade. The tension eased, and his body started to relax, his erection softening in the silence. But as the silence stretched on, his mind inevitably returned to tomorrow’s Quidditch final.
“What’s going on with you?” Parvati asked, breaking the quiet. “Everyone’s noticed you haven’t been yourself lately.”
Ron shrugged, looking away. “Well, how can I be myself when in a few hours I’ll be playing Keeper in the finals, and I’m going to lose?”
Parvati frowned. “Why are you so sure you’re going to lose before you’ve even played?”
“Because I’m trash at everything,” Ron muttered bitterly.
“Who told you that?” Parvati asked, her frown deepening.
Ron hesitated, then sighed. “Having brothers who always think less of you, a sister who couldn’t care less, and a family that mostly sees me as invisible. Plus, people I care about usually ignores me. It kind of wears you down.”
“I’m sorry, Ron,” Parvati said softly. “That sounds really tough.”
“It’s not your fault,” Ron replied with a shrug. “I’m used to it. I’ve cried over it enough in the past, but now I just go with the flow, hoping to prove myself someday.”
Parvati grinned. “I like your confidence,” she said. “You just need to apply that to your game.”
Ron looked at her skeptically. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” she insisted. “And I think there’s a way to help you grow that confidence.”
“How?” Ron asked, curiosity and skepticism battling in his voice.
Parvati hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath. “A good shag can make your nervousness go away and build your confidence.”
Ron looked at her, shocked, before bursting out laughing. “No girl would want to shag me. I’m just a Weasley.”
“What if I volunteer?” Parvati said, her voice suddenly serious. Ron’s laughter died in his throat as he looked at her, wide-eyed. She stared back at him hungrily, and slowly, she began to lift her nightdress up her thighs, revealing that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
“Parvati, what are you doing?” Ron whispered, his voice thick with surprise and a hint of fear.
“I’m serious, Ron,” Parvati replied, her voice low and sultry. “You live life only once. Why not seize this moment?”
Ron’s mind was racing. He felt his heart pounding in his chest, his earlier fears about the match momentarily forgotten. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing—or seeing. Parvati, in her vulnerable state, was offering herself to him, and not just as a means of physical pleasure but as a way to bolster his confidence.
“Why would you do this?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“Because I see more in you than you see in yourself,” she said softly. “You’re cute, handsome, charming, tall, fit, and strong. You have so much potential, Ron. And maybe, just maybe, this will help you see it too.”
And you are strong enough to lift me up and pin me against the wall, not allowing to let me escape before you....
Ron’s heart was racing. He felt a mix of fear, excitement, and something else he couldn’t quite identify. He looked into Parvati’s eyes and saw sincerity and desire. He swallowed hard, his mind whirling.
“I don’t know what to say,” he finally managed.
“Say yes,” Parvati whispered, leaning closer. “And let’s make this night unforgettable.”
Ron felt his resolve wavering, his body responding to the closeness of hers. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Okay,” he said, his voice shaking. “Yes.”
Parvati smiled, and the space between them seemed to disappear. In that moment, all thoughts of the Quidditch final, his insecurities, and his doubts melted away, replaced by a thrilling, unexpected connection that promised to change everything.
Ron got up and drew her to stand in front of him, bringing her hip up to his body. He was staring downwards at her, his broad shoulders obstructing the common room's light and shrouding his face into shadow. She sighed up at him as he reached behind her and started giving her a relaxing back rub. The itching between her legs kept her from wanting to go to sleep.
Her gaze darted towards the tent inside his pants and back up. Inquiring as to whether he would accept the bait, she carefully fluttered her eyes at him. Yes, he did. Ron's gaze grew stern as he grasped her chin tightly. With his other hand on her hip, he drew her nearer to him. His erection was drilling into her stomach, and she felt the heat rising.
He put his lips against her ear while cocking her head toward the side. His breath was warm against her neck and his aroma filled her nose as he said, "I couldn't help but notice." He had a minty and freshly cut grass scent. "—that you didn't get to cum on any of your previous fingering time. How unfortunate". His fingers twiddled the hem of her nightgown as his gaze met hers. "I'm sure you look stunning when you climax."
The itching between her legs grew into a fiery storm. She had to cum tonight; there was no turning back now. And she desired for this boy—no, this man—to take her there. “You might find out.” She teased him, spread her thighs for him, and lay back against the study table in the common room.
Ron laughed softly, huffing his breath. "I might," he remarked gloomily. His words sent a shudder down Parvathi's spine. Would he approach her cautiously or thrust his cock forcefully into her?
Unlike Hermione, Parvathi is not a goody two shoes, rather she is undoubtedly a cock tease. She liked to make out with boys, make them eat her pussy, and feel satisfied before leaving them hanging. Maybe Ron could just eat her out and she'll give him the benefit of the doubt, like she usually does. Ron needed confidence and she needed a release. Everyone will be happy. She obviously fantasized about being taken by attractive men, and at that precise time, she imagined how Ron could take her—bold and rough—without much notice while she relished it and played into the concept of submission and struggle. However, it's all just fantasy.
She'll hurry up to her dorms and thank the redhead once she's got her rocks off.
Grasping her hips, Ron hoisted her to the brink of the table and sank between her legs on his knees. "I'm gonna taste you first, though." He pulled off her dress and showed him her naked mound. Since they often got at the way of fingering, Parvathi didn't bother wearing panties tonight.
He moved her legs apart by running his hands up her thighs. Her left knee was looped over his shoulder by his fingers as they gripped her thigh. At the brink of the table, he knelt down and gazed reverently at her pussy. "Parvathi, your pussy looks so pretty." Leaning forward, he gave her a tongue flick. She jumped at the feeling as his hands gripped her hips, restricting her.
Ron's tongue went back down her slit and back to her. He stroked upward to her clit, swirling the little bulb before easing away. He began low, tickling her taint. "You taste even better," He said. His tongue skimmed over her before jabbing deep into her. He nuzzled his nose on her clit, sending lightning to her toes as he probed her with his tongue.
"Ron, my gods," she let out a cry. "Fuck your tongue, Ron—that's so good."
"You slut, do you like it when I eat your little cunt?" She was about to get to fulfill her fantasy, and for heavens' sake, he was calling her a slut. Could she get him to hump her inside his dorm room? she wondered.
She nodded fervently as he discovered her using his mouth again. He kissed and licked at her such as she's fruit following a hard day, sucking all of her juices without wasting one drop.
While the redhead in between her thighs devoured her, Parvathi fell onto her elbows upon the tabletop, her head hanging back in ecstasy. His groans resonated within her, causing gentle tremors to reach her very core. His hands moved over her body, stroking her thighs and tummy, holding her hips and drawing her in closer while he licked at her even more. “Are you eager to cum for me?”
He took a breath and turned to face her. "Yes, please, oh, yes. I gotta cum." She gave out a cry. She desired it. She wasn't happy with Ron's previous interference, but Ron promised to make it right by giving her what she needed. what she desired.
His tongue clamped down on her clit, pulling the bud with his teeth, as his fingers moved to her core and gave her a gentle stroke. She opened herself to him as two fingers glided into her. He pumped his hands and ran a curled finger over her insides.
Desperate to cum, Parvathi shouted out again and pushed her pussy at him. "Please-Yes, I-Oh, no, need-" She was no longer able to construct coherent sentences. With each lick upon her clit and curve of his fingers, that tightness in her gut had returned. She was on the verge of screaming when his teeth bit her clit.
Fortunately, no one was in the common room because they hadn't recast her notice-me-not enchantment, which had faded thirty minutes before. It was all just too much for her, his lips, his hand pumping into her, his caressing her inner walls, and the tugging on her clit. She snapped with a loud groan, tightening around his fingers, clenching his ears within her thighs.
Wanting to experience everything, Parv pushed him closer to her, her hands bound in his red hair. With one hand steadying her hips as the other licked on her clit harder, he pushed her through her climax.
Parvathi fell into the table beneath her as the pleasure subsided. Her arms and legs ached. She looked up at the ceiling, suddenly aware of how tired she was.
Ron's tongue moved slowly and delicately between her thighs, licking her pussy lips and avoiding her delicate clit. She let go of his hair and gave him a downward glance. He peered at her at between her thighs, which framed him. A torch's gentle glow illuminated the left side of his face and emitted a flickering, yellow light that covered her torso.
He got up, pulled her skirt over her thighs, and stood there offering her a hand up. She started, "Oh Ron, you were brilliant," glancing at the persistent bulge in his pants. Perhaps she might just take in his size and then flee. She won't exactly be going behind her best friend's back to fuck her crush. That was not something she would do.
Her gaze fell on the chair next the table as she allowed him to help her to her feet. "I seek to please people." Her cheery smile had come back. His thumb traced her lower lip as his fingers stroked her cheek. His lips found hers as his head lowered to meet hers. She could still flavor herself on him after he gave her a passionate kiss. A little sweet and a little bitter.
Ron gazed at her, breaking off their kiss. He was staring at her, his eyes black and gleaming. With his baggy pajama bottoms doing little to cover up the bulge in his front, Parvathi's breath caught. She understood what was coming, and ideally it would be her once more.
Parvathi thought to herself, Maybe she could simply give Ron a try once and give her best friend some input. Reaching out, he tucked a hair behind her ear and wiped it away from her face. "You ready for me?" he whispered as he dipped into her neck. Once more, she gasped with excitement that shot through her body. She was enveloped in the scent of his soap.
Ron grabbed her hips and dragged her upon his lap as he sat onto the chair and pulled her with him. She was still donning her thin nightgown, which allowed him easy access due to its short length. He grasped his erection past the fleece on his pants while she perched on his powerful thigh. He released his cock by pushing down the waistband with his finger hooking it around it.
It rose up and stayed tall on his lap. Parvathi felt herself drooling in lust until it poked her ass cheeks, her eyes widened as she felt his humungous length and whirled around to stand and look at it.
Oh my god! No, no, no.
Parvathi desired to escape, to get away from him. With his big, long cock and veins running all over it, Ron's cock looked out like a third hand. He stared at her with a voracious hunger, cock twitching in anticipation for her pussy. He has gone past the point of waiting around, "Ron, I don't--"
Ron drew her to him before she could even begin speaking, turning her to face the tiny common room mirror across from them and saying, "Got the final game of the tournament tomorrow, Gryffindor against. Slytherin, can't be up too late. I'm only going to quickly fuck you tonight, okay Parv?"
She nodded once more, trying and failing to speak up and he rubbed his cock roughly twice. With the wand in his other hand, he waved it and whispered a spell. He slicked the lubricant along his thick shaft as it came about in his palm.
He tapped her hips to get her to raise them, then set his wand down on the table. He positioned himself beneath her while she used the table to lift herself up, running his slippery fingers around her opening to smear her with lubrication. His big head exploded into her virgin channel as he aligned his cock against her entrance and dragged her forcefully onto him, causing her to stifle her cries of pain with her hands.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry...." Her body trembled violently from the pain and sensation of cumming forcefully as she felt the crown of his cock tearing her virgin quim, as he whispered quietly and kissed her along her spine. With a seductive thrust, he buried himself deep into her as he moved her hips back and forth while placing his hands on her hips.
The feeling made them both groan loudly, although the noises of passion were muffled by the flickering fireplace. She clinched around Ron as he grasped her hips firmly and rocked her while his cock brushed against her inner walls. Even though his enormous cock hurt her, it was fantastic to have him inside her, scratching her pussy walls with every thrust.
He gave a deep, low-pitched grunt into her hair on her neck and thrust up into her, saying, "Keep working, yes." as he reached that area in her. Due to Ron's constant thrusts, Parvathi's hands are balanced on the table but are a little shaky.
A moan broke within her focus from the friction from Ron between her thighs. His cock was pressing her more deeply and steadily in this position, with her face directed to the mirror. His powerful hands glided up her back, entwining themselves in the locks at her nape and securely restraining her. "Fuck Parvathi, nnngh. Your cunt is amazing. Take It," Ron said, pushing his pelvis up into her.
Parvathi had now placed her hands flat on the table. Her eyelids flutter closed at the sight of Ron's cock sliding. His cock was full and the stretch was nice, and he was the biggest Parvathi had ever seen, larger than any in the pornographic movies she had watched. She let out a moan of pleasure, "Ahh."
She palmed her breast, squeezing her nipple, then reached beneath her dress. Ron groaned into her hair as her hips jerked on his lap; the sound was like heaven to her ears. Their pleasure was evident in the room as they kept moving against one another, letting out gasps and moans. Parvathi's gaze strayed to the common room mirror, where she caught sight of Ron's reflection.
He was observing her taking his own manhood. She simply grinned at Ron after their eyes met, pressing herself against him more forcefully and letting out a loud sigh. Ron's grasp grew tighter in Parvathi's hair, and he started making more irregular thrusts beneath her. "Nghhuhh," was all he could manage to say. She clamped on Ron's cock and groaned as she stroked her nipple within her fingers and looked directly into his eyes on the mirror reflection. "Oh my god, fuck Parv-"
Ron pushed himself farther into her, repeatedly hitting that area inside her with his cock. She was unable to control the groans that came out of her mouth. Ron studied her in the mirror, and his eyes grew gloomy. "I'm -" Ron's tone sliced through her need. His wild thrusts were becoming more frequent, indicating that he was almost cumming.
Normally, Parvathi would prefer her lover to cum upon her tits or inside her mouth after giving them a blowjob or a handjob, but as Ron's eyes locked with hers, a devious scheme dawned on her. "Ron, come inside me." Her groan was loud enough to be heard over the entire room.
He moaned behind her, gripping her shoulder and shoving her hard. "Oh, fuck," he said. "Are you positive?" She gave a forceful nod, maintaining eye contact to his deep blue eyes as they met hers.
“I want it, Ron” she moaned. "Fill me up with your cum." Ron became engrossed in her pussy, to the point where his lips fell open in a pant. He grasped her once more, pulling her upwards to enable him to glide beneath her with greater ease.
"Yes, fuck. I'm going to- cum so deeply in you Parv.” Now he was babbling, his shouts of delight and groans flooding into her ears as he repeatedly slammed into her. As he pressed into a deep place inside her, she experienced a squeeze in her abdomen.
"I need you, please," she pleaded. Now that she was leaning over the table, Ron's cock could easily slide out and in of her smooth channel. He extended his legs to thrust harder, and she heard the impact of his testicles against her clit.
Parvathi came to discover she like getting fucked. She cherished the way a cock slipped through her. Ron's masculinity inside her. As she was about to make him climax with her pussy, she felt a great sense of accomplishment.
As Ron approached his orgasm, his cock pumped within her. He began to move in short, sharp bursts now that his thrusts had leveled out, giving her the stimulation she needed to climax and the effect she desired. He groaned, "Oooh Merlin. I'm going to—I'm—"
"Yes, Ron, cum in me!" Desperately, she wailed.
Ron groaned loudly and broke behind her. Grasping her hips, he dragged her onto him to the deepest point he could go before releasing his cum into her eager pussy. The feeling of it spurting on her inner walls made her cry out. With his last bit of sperm flowing into her, Ron gave her one last thrust before slumping back onto the chair and inhaling deeply.
"Parv, thank the heavens for you. Oh, fuck. Should I have had to enter tomorrow's match so worked up, I don't know what I would have done." Just below her hairline, he moved forward and planted a kiss on her neck. He nuzzled against her and she hummed back. As Ron's limp cock slipped from her, she felt his come pour out and splash into his lap as she pulled her hips away from him. She swore she noticed Ron bite his lips. Ron gave him a quick Scourgify to clean off his front, then he slapped her ass cheek then scooted out before anyone could see him.
"Parvathi, thank you," he said kindly.
"Of course. I wish you good luck in the game".