Star Of the Weasley Family

Ministry of Magic,

"Order! Order!"

"Now that it's been made clear who betrayed the Potters, and Pettigrew has confessed to murdering the Muggles that day, we have no reason to hold Sirius Black accountable. Furthermore, the Ministry apologizes to Sirius Black for not holding a fair trial, and we acknowledge his innocence in this matter…"

At Fudge's words, the chamber ushered in loud murmurs as everyone stood up simultaneously and tried to speak. It was an utterly messy trial with various journalists and outsider overseers present as witnesses, including the headmasters of the other two schools who participated in the Triwizard Tournament.

With beads of sweat forming on his forehead, Cornelius Fudge gazed down helplessly. The inevitable moment had arrived, and he had no choice. "Er, well, it's with a heavy heart that I must announce—I've decided to resign from the post of Minister for Magic!"

And that brought the silence from the masses. That was what they wanted from the start. But there were still plenty of devious minds plotting their own games of replacing the Minister and placing someone of their own.

Dumbledore was, however, one step ahead and, through Cornelius, brought the situation under control.

"In these tumultuous times, I grasp the necessity for a resolute and stringent Minister for Magic to oversee this emergency. Thus, until the selection of the next Minister, Alastor Moody shall act as the Interim Minister for Magic," Cornelius declared, once again stirring the room into clamorous chatter. However, half of them fell silent this time, accepting the arrangement.

In the current times, a paranoid man as the Minister was precisely what they needed. Alastor, although he had chosen to retire, was not hard to convince to join again as he felt ashamed and enraged after getting caught in Voldemort's scheme.

But the information regarding Voldemort's body was still kept under wraps. What happened to it, or what was to happen to it, was known by none.

"Where is the boy, Dumbledore?" Alastor Moody walked over to the bearded man, limping on one side. "I have a few questions for him."

Dumbledore continued to caress his beard while showing no emotions. "Let the boy rest, Alastor. It's night, and you can send someone for him tomorrow."

"What of Potter?"

Dumbledore sighed and looked at Harry Potter sitting close to Sirius Black, both of them smiling and talking. "I will let his Godfather decide."

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"So, what does the star of our family wish to do after school? With your name and achievement, I'm sure you can join a good department in the Ministry," Arthur Weasley excitedly asked at the dinner table.

Ron smiled, hiding his nervousness desperately. All he wanted to do was finish his dinner and run off to his room so nobody would see who was hiding there; But he had to act naturally.

"Dad, I'm just entering my fifth year."

"So what? A man has to have ambitions. You must have one too," Arthur said, unable to hide how proud he was.

Honestly, I have no idea. I don't even know for how long this spree of luck will continue.

"I… I think I'll take up a job at the Ministry, depending on how good my N.E.W.Ts go," Ron replied, sounding unsure of his own talents. He was happy but not delusional to overestimate himself. "I'll first have to do good in O.W.Ls."

Sensing the heavy air at the dining table, Molly quickly moved to push more food towards Ron. "Come now. No more work-talk at the table."

Following that, the usual bickering began, and everyone ate merrily, albeit Ron being a little faster. Sadly, the table felt somewhat empty with Bill and Charles returning to their jobs and Percy having never arrived.

What's Percy's problem? He wondered and finished his meal.

"Mum, Dad, I'll go back to my room and practice dancing a little. I get invited to so many parties these days, and dancing there gets awkward." Ron got up from his seat.

"Take your sister for practice, dear," Molly suggested.

Thanks, but I'm not that mental yet. Ron cursed himself in the head.

"It's alright, Mum. I will go to sleep afterward," he rejected her suggestion and placed his plates in the sink. "I will be meeting some French journalists tomorrow for an interview. Need to prepare for that as well."

Quickly, Ron bid everyone goodnight and headed towards the stairs, still hearing Molly's voice fawning all over him and calling him a grown-up and whatnot.

"Wait!"

What now?!

Ron stopped at the first floor as he heard George and Fred's voices from behind. Honestly, he felt nervous with them since they were most likely to discover his secret through their wicked means.

Woah, this is new. What's with this embarrassed look on their faces? Don't tell me they already saw her.

"W-What is it?"

George spoke first. "Mum told us that you made a lot of…"

Fred added from there. "Earnings… from your interview. You already know about our dream, so we were hoping that…"

"You could loan us some money for our initial investment to start the Joke Shop." They ended simultaneously.

Oh, so that's why they're embarrassed—ashamed of asking their little brother for some money.

Ron heaved a silent breath and immediately nodded. He just wanted to get going as quickly as possible. "Sure, how much do you need?"

"At most a thousand Galleons, but even five hundred wi—"

"Sure," Ron interrupted them before they finished. "I'll give you a thousand, and you don't even have to return it. But I want a lifetime promise from you two that you won't play any pranks on me."

"Tsk!"

"Oh…"

What the, why are you so sad about that? Is tormenting me that fun? Ron seriously thought of not giving them money.

"Fine, it's a deal then." The twins extended their hands in the end.

Ron carefully shook them and made sure there was no prank. "Alright, I'll give you the money tomorrow then. Goodnight."

With that, he rushed up the stairs and finally arrived at his locked room. Waving his wand, he quickly unlocked it and jumped inside. Not even bothering looking for Lavender first, he turned around and placed as many locks on the door as possible.

Clack!

Woosh!

Magic, regular locks, muggle locks, and even a chain. Ron used everything he could and made sure nobody would be able to enter without giving him a few moments to react.

"This is so tiring," he grunted and finally looked at the bed. There, Lavender laid under the quilt, only her face visible, with a sock tightly in her mouth. Her eyes held a fanatic excitement that almost scared Ron.

"Ummm… mmmm."

Ron sighed and walked close to her, gulping a little. In the end, he couldn't forget that Lavender was completely naked underneath that quilt. "I'll free you, but don't make any loud noises."

"Ummhmm…"

Getting her nod, Ron gently pulled out the sock from her mouth and threw it away. "Don—"

"Fuck me!" She cried out with a desperate moan. Before Ron could react, she began struggling with herself on the creaking old bed and soon pushed away the quilt from over her body, revealing herself entirely for Ron's eyes to feast upon.

Fuck, she's still so wet. What was she thinking about alone here?

Ron noticed the heavy dampness, almost sticky, around her thighs. Her throbbing, jutting mounds were also tightly on display, the nipples protruding with a desperate desire to be abused. Her curves, the fleshy, unblemished body, were doing their magic in his loins. He could feel it.

"A-Are you sure, Lavender?"

"Anything for my Won-Won!" She purred like a happy kitten.

She's gone crazy. Ron frowned furiously at her reply. I don't want this. But if I say no, she's gonna scream, I have no doubt. Hm… then maybe… make this experience so bad for her that she'll hate me?

The idea did cross his mind, and this was the only thing he could do. How effective it would be, only time could tell.

"Fine," Ron exclaimed, taking a more serious and angrier persona before removing his pants and underwear. "Lie down on the bed, facing the ceiling. Hang your head over the edge towards me."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lavender crazedly rolled on the bed since her hands and feet were still tied. The bed squeaked a little, but Ron didn't worry about that. He just wanted to do it quickly and leave her regretting it.

As Lavender hung her head from the edge of the bed, letting her hair dangle. She acted like she didn't know what Ron was going to do next, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Holding his now fully erect shaft, Ron guided his swollen head towards her lips. Lavender quickly opened her mouth, fully ready to accept him and all his glory. Without a single hint of rejection in her eyes, she wanted him to use every bit of her body to pleasure himself. All she wanted was to see his blissful expression, brought on by her everything.

Without a second thought, Ron started thrusting ruthlessly, his balls hitting her nose, eyes, and face. Lavender was forced to press the back of her head against the bed's edge as Ron leaned onto her body, cruelly grabbing her brazenly exposed, jiggling mounds.

His fingers pinched her nipples between them as his palms clutched her soft flesh. He tugged down on them every time he thrust in, going deep into her warm, moist throat.

Lavender slobbered and almost choked, tears pooling at the corners of her eyes as she tried her best to wiggle her tongue, licking him inside her mouth, from the base to the head. Her knees spread wide as if her core also wanted some attention from him. Brazenly exposed to the cold air, allowing Ron to see it fully salivating for him.

Gk! Gk! Gk!

Ron almost lost himself in her pleasurable sucks, but he didn't forget his plan. He leaned in even lower and slapped her breasts a couple of times. Then, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and started slurping and nibbling, biting on her swollen bud as roughly as possible. Still having a conscience, he didn't make her bleed, but he did leave teeth marks around her areola.

However, the response from Lavender was far from what he expected. She moaned onto his molten member in thrill, sending tremors to his loins. Her hips wiggled in delight as if asking for more, harder, rougher.

Sometimes his hands would trail up, roughly patting her exposed pussy, causing Lavender's body to quiver at the split-second touch. However, he didn't want her to enjoy it, so he remained focused on her eager breast and lewd mouth.

"Oohh… Wo-n… Ummhhh… Umhum…" Her throat moaned every time Ron pulled back a bit. Ron knew from her tone that she was enjoying it, accepting everything he did to her.

"Fine… I'll give you what you want…" He grunted as his hips went faster, fucking her face as his balls slapped onto her nose. He could see her petals getting even more wet, thoroughly aroused by the way he handled her body.

"Drink it up… All of it!" He said with a hint of anger, shoving deep into her throat.

With his whole cock in her mouth, Lavender couldn't make a sound, but Ron could feel her head nod a little. Ron's body stiffened, his cock impaled deep in her throat, reaching his climax.

He bucked within her, feeling his hot seed thoroughly coat her mouth and throat, with burst after burst of delight. Without waiting for it to stop, he pulled out a bit and spilled his last shot onto her face, dirtying her face and curly hair.

"Show me!" He demanded as he took a step back.

Lavender gulped down everything she could and licked her lips clean. Then, she opened her sultry lips wide, pulling her tongue out. She showed him how thoroughly she had swallowed everything he gave her.

There, Ron could see everything. The way her hands were still tied in front of her, forcing her arms to push her pink-tipped mounds to squeeze together. The way her feet were tied at the ankles, but her knees opened wide to let her throbbing petals come out to play. The way her face blushed, smeared with his white cream, her eyes clearly asking for another pounding.

Her heaving body tickled his senses, causing some heat to gather back in his loins.

"Fuck..." Ron grumbled in annoyance, knowing this wouldn't end with just that. However, his little soldier wasn't out of steam just yet, knowing he could give it another try.

"Gahh… Oh, Won-Won… You taste so…" She muttered, licking her lips.

However, before she could finish those words, Ron picked her up by the shoulders and flipped her body. He forced her face towards the pillow and held her ass up.

Positioned like a little froggy at the edge of the bed, Lavender yelped in joy, knowing Ron was going for it now. Ron shook his head as he gritted his teeth in annoyance. Even if he didn't want to give her the satisfaction, his now-straining erection tantalized his thirst at the sight.

Her ass was lifted up, giving him a full view of her soaking wet, virgin pussy, gaping and clenching for him as it drooled with her juices. Those glistening petals looked so wonderful between her plump thighs, perfect enough to fuck silly.

"Won-Won… Yess~ Fuck me…. Fuck me all you want, I'm all yours…" Her muffled moans grew louder as she felt his eyes on her wet heat.

Ron couldn't hold back his yearning hand, letting the tip of his finger trace her petals as he thought about how to do it according to his plan. "You know I won't, right?" he muttered.

"Oh, please, Won-Won… please…" She said as she wiggled her hips, trying to chase after his fleeting fingers.

"Why do you want me to fill you here…" Ron suddenly shoved his finger into her, letting her nectar soak his digit. "So badly?!" He started to add another finger, pushing in deep without thrusting, reaching the mouth of her womb.

Lavender jolted, her belly arched onto the bed, allowing Ron's fingers to slide into her with ease. "Ohhh! Yesss~ Ahhh!"

"I can fuck you… But I won't do that! Not now, not yet!... Maybe not ever!" Ron growled as he pulled out his fingers and shoved them back in mercilessly, again and again.

"No! Ah! Ah! I don't care… Any… More… I just want… you! Ahhh! Fuck me! Please!" Lavender gasps with every word, feeling his fingers thoroughly plowing into her, stretching walls, and pulling out more and more of her sweet, sticky honey.

In a heartbeat, before Lavender realized it, Ron stuck something bigger and better inside her virgin pussy. Lavender gasped, her hips jolted, squealing in bliss as the stinging feeling slowly dispersed.

Ron thrust his cock into her without a care, one of his hands grabbing hold of her glutinous hip as the other searched for the sock. With all of Lavender's wailing moans, he was a bit worried someone might hear, so he shoved the sock back into her mouth.

Lavender wiggled her ass, enjoying the feeling more and more. Her body rocked back and forth, sending even more waves of bliss through Ron, every time his pelvis slapped onto the back of her thighs and his cock slammed onto her silky wet walls. She was way too into it, causing Ron to lose his control.

I have to make her lose it this time… Ron thought as he soaked his finger in her dripping juice.

Completely coating it, he pressed the digit onto her star-shaped hole, causing Lavender to moan widely onto his sock, feeling even more thrilled. As the tip of his finger broke through her defenses, her body shivered uncontrollably, her petals clenching onto his iron-hard shaft.

Ron could feel her muscles milking him to no end, so he parted her puckering hole even wider with two fingers, not forgetting to coat the backdoor with her nectar on his thumb. His thrusts plowed through, harsher and harder, his fingers slowly opening up her second hole, planning to make her scream under him.

"Uuummm! Ooh! Uh!" Lavender howled incoherently, muffled by the pillow and sock.

"Just breathe, Lavender…. Relax your body…" He chuckled as his fingers felt the tight squeeze, and then he felt her body trying to relax, her muscles unclenched and accepted him in full.

He eased his digits into her, widening the hole, preparing her for his girthy spear. "That's a good girl. You'll get your reward soon enough."

Lavender felt her body being stretched to its fullest, drowning in ecstasy, almost losing her sanity. But she couldn't stop. She wouldn't stop until Ron fully claimed her and marked her inside. Her tied hands clenched her own breasts, feeling pleasure in all her sensitive spots.

Ron could feel the build-up in his loins, almost bursting at the seams. This time, he knew he couldn't just fill her up as much as he wanted to, so he searched for some help on the bed and found Lavender's wand in her jacket pocket.

He pulled his straining, flushed cock out of her and thrust the hilt of the wand into her soaking pussy. "I don't want you to dry out…" He tutted, admiring the view for a moment.

Lavender's body shivered and jolted as his fingers were still in her ass. She felt a little reluctant as he pulled his fingers out but utterly shocked as he pushed his hard cock into her backdoor. Slowly at first, allowing her puckering lips to adjust to his sizable phallus. Then, he gently moved his hips, shoving in, inch by inch.

"Uuummmph!" Lavender cried out, feeling everything being pushed to the brink, losing her last wall of composure.

With her wand wiggling and knocking about in her pussy, Ron relished in the tight grip of her ass. He started thrusting deep into her, faster and harder. His hands sunk into the fleshy globes of her ass, gripping for dear life, sometimes slapping and pinching too.

"Oh, Merlin! You're so tight!" He gasped, slamming into her with a vengeance. "Cum for me," Ron commanded, thrusting up hard into Lavender's cave as his fingers pinched her ass cheek red.

Lavender's eyes rolled back, lost in heaven. She could feel her body trembling, letting out a broken moan as she came, clenching hard around the wand inside of her, drowning it in her nectar. Ron could also feel the muscles of her ass pressing hard against him, causing him to reach that light at the end of the tunnel.

With one last slamming, hard thrust, he came once more, filling her anal cavity with his white balm. It squelched and throbbed inside, releasing bursts after bursts of juice. Ron's knees buckled in completion, slapping her ass one last time.

However, he didn't see any reaction from her, not even a flinch. Finally, he realized that Lavender had lost it after her amazing orgasm, utterly exhausted.

"Gah… Fuck!" Ron gasped for breath after the madness finally ended. "Like hell, I'd come inside crazy like you."

Finally, he fell back on the bed and rested his head on the pillow after releasing her restraints, too tired to dress up or clean. For a few moments, he kept staring at the ceiling before the drowsy slumber finally graced him. But soon, it was disturbed by a humming moan.

"Ummm…"

This… She still has some energy?

Annoyedly, he felt Lavender slide over to him on the bed and hug him from the side before resting her face below his shoulder and sleeping, leaving the base of her thighs sticky and wet without care.

I'll have to send her back tomorrow. No matter what.

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"Ummm… My Won-Won… Ghk…"

Ron heard the chirping of birds outside and a strange sensation in his loins. Wet and a greedy suction that left him hotter than a furnace.

"Umhmmm~"

"Lavender?!" Ron's eyes shot open, and he looked down. The quilt was still on his body, but down there, he noticed something moving around, up and down, with the squelching sound of something wet and erotic.

"M-Moh-nin… Won-Wohn…" A muffled moanful greeting came from underneath the sheets.

Ron allowed his head to fall back on the pillow in defeat as the exhaustion of the night's strenuous activity had still not faded. But at the same time, he didn't feel like stopping her since it felt pretty satisfying to have morning wood taken care of like this.

Seriously, I can get used to this. He thought and folded his arms under the back of his head and relaxed, staring at the ceiling while the squeezing, sucking moans and groans continued from Lavender. It was like she was hungry for his length and willingly impaled herself deep all the way until she'd choke and cough.

"Nnnnngh…"

Ron curled his toes at her maddening pluckings of lips. "Argh… I'm gonna… come… Lavender."

"Umhmm… Give me-eh… all…" She broke for a second to reply before digging down on his throbbing hard cock again. Drenched to the point that almost half of his belly and all of his groin area looked slimy and sticky, drizzled with her wet coating.

Ron grabbed the sheets and threw them away, not wanting to dirty them. He looked down at Lavender, naked, slurping on his length, playing with his balls using one hand while the other stroked his girth greedily.

That was it. He felt the loss of control over his lower muscles as they began to convulse in spasms, building up that erotic release.

"Umm… ummm…" Lavender plunged in deep and held herself there as much as she could, feeling the cramps of his swollen knob.

"Gah!" Ron couldn't hold it anymore and flooded into her slippery mouth, teased by her pressing tongue on his tip. He groaned and came more than he expected he would be able to.

Lavender, as if in peak ecstasy of her own, stared at Ron's face while audibly gulping down all she could. But when she couldn't hold it, she relaxed her lips on his length a little and let his white cream spill out a bit, sliding down his length towards the base.

But right then, she squeezed her lips and slid her head up, squeezing every last bit of his cum and cleaning his shaft. But instead of swallowing quickly, she opened her mouth wide and showed how full she was with his seeds. "Nghehe…"

She's utterly, mentally unstable. Ron felt aroused and worried at the same time.

"Ughk…" She swallowed it afterward and right away started to lick all over his groin, at the base, at his balls, and cleaned any residue left from the culmination of his release. Ron's erection had vanished, and his cock rested in utter flaccid defeat, but she kept licking him, playing with his dangling manhood with her fingers as if it were some prized possession.

She needs to go now. Ron made up his mind.

"Thanks for this morning's gift, Lavender," he tried to start it on a positive note. "But you should head home now. I'll be going for an interview too."

Lavender's shoulders plummeted at that mention, and she quickly slid over his body, dragging her swollen breasts on his belly and then chest. But Ron pulled his face away from hers.

"Won-Won, you made me so happy, so I'll go. But only if you tell me when I can return next time."

Again? I don't want to ever see you again, no matter how erotic it was. Mingling with crazies is never good. Ron wanted to throw her away but knew he needed a better way to deal with her.

"It can't be here next time… Maybe, in school."

"Oh!" Lavender's eyes sparkled. "I can have my Won-Won every morning and every night there!"

Fuck, why did I say that? Ron already regretted it. I'll have to find a way to deal with her.

"Quick now, get dressed." Ron pushed her away from his body and got off the bed. He wiped his groin with a cloth first and wore spare pants and a shirt. "I'll go down first and see if the way to the chimney is available."

"Eeeeek! I don't wanna goooo~" Lavender suddenly jumped from the bed onto his back. "Once more, Ron… Please?"

There should be an Anti-Love Potion. Ron wondered and pushed her away.

"We're nasty, Lavender. Go home and take a bath. We don't wanna get sick." He threw the coat she had come wearing at her and left the room. "Stay here and wait for me."

Dejected, she followed his command.

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After careful planning and timing, Ron was finally able to send Lavender back through the Floo network. It was annoying as he had to wait for everyone to get busy after breakfast and then wait for his mother to finish her work in the kitchen area.

Eventually, after finding some peace of mind, he returned to his bedroom and looked at the mess on his bed. It was a nasty and smelly sight, with hints of blood and other liquids.

Better take a bath and wash the sheets while at it. He decided and quickly jumped into the bathroom for a hot shower. I should try to look formal for those French journalists.

He cleaned himself properly until every unneeded scent had vanished from his body, combed his air neatly, and picked a nice and simple brown suit for himself. Buying new clothes for himself was the first thing he did after gaining his newfound wealth. He no longer had to wear the hand-me-downs anymore.

Nice and simple. He checked himself in the mirror and went downstairs again, placing his wand inside his jacket.

"Dear, I've packed lunch for you." Molly waited for him at the dining table, beaming with pride for her youngest son. She patted his shoulders clean and bid him luck. "Good luck, champion."

"Oh, come on, Mum. It was Harry who won. Rita only wrote me as the unofficial champion because she hates all the overachievers," Ron grumbled and packed the lunch in a bag. "I'll go no—"

Knock! Knock!

Midspeech, Ron stopped as someone appeared at the house's door.

"I'll go and see." Molly quickly walked up to the door and looked from the glass panel. "Who is it?"

Clack!

But as soon as she heard the response, she opened the door and welcomed the guest. "Madam Bones, welcome… Please come inside."

Ron's senses tingled, having heard that name from Hermione. Bones? She's Susan's relative? Isn't she an Auror?

The stoic-looking, tall, and slender-framed woman in a professional suit entered, glancing around and finally fixing her gaze on Ron. She took off the monocle from her eye and spoke, sounding much louder and booming, considering her mature but feminine looks.

"Mrs. Weasley, Interim Minister for Magic, Alastor Moody has invited Mr. Weasley for a discussion," she got straight to the point. "Headmaster Dumbledore shall be present there, so there is no need to be alarmed."

"Me?" Ron exclaimed. He never really liked being with serious people. "Is this about what happened that night?"

"Precisely that, Mr. Weasley," Amelia affirmed, gesturing for him to follow. "I shall escort you to the Ministry if you may follow."

Will Harry be there? Why do they want to meet me again? I already told them everything.

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore will be there? Go on, Ron, no need to be worried." Molly quickly agreed.

They have too much faith in him. Ron mumbled to himself, but in the end, followed Amelia behind. After all, he couldn't really deny the Ministry.

"Hold my arm." Amelia extended her right hand to Ron, "We will apparate."

Ron firmly gripped her forearm, tight enough that he felt her flesh squeezing. But it was merely his subconscious effort, being worried about the questioning.

Woosh!

Amelia apparated, pulling Ron along in that magical mess of spatial distortion. The sensations of tugs and pulls all across his body came, and in just a moment, they arrived.

Bam!

"Argh! What the… Where are we?!" Ron suddenly fell, losing his balance. All around, he saw nothing but darkness. "Forest?"

"Wands out!" Amelia ordered suddenly, looking utterly serious with her brows furrowed. "My apparition was disrupted… Someone trapped us here."

Great! What a great start to the day! Is this supposed to be my luck?

"For me?" Ron asked and aimed his wand around at the darkness of the dense forest all around them. "But we caught the Dark Lord… Madam Bones?"

Thud!

And if that wasn't enough, Ron looked back and saw Amelia Bones on the muddy ground, having fainted.

"Catch the boy!"

"Avenge Lord Voldemort!"

Right then, shouts from people appeared closing in.

So the luck finally ran out?

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