Chapter 25 - Ron's Choice II

Sadly, despite Ron's many efforts, nothing happened between him and Hermione. On top of that, having to be careful with his actions now, he found his sexual urges turning a little more aggressive.

Sadly, the private tutoring lessons he was forced to give Daphne Greengrass didn't help.

What does she want from me? Ron wondered, looking at the blonde-haired Slytherin princess waving her wand as per his instruction. What's with all the flirting?

But what made Ron's throat dry was how she had discarded her sweater and opened the top two buttons of her white shirt that gave him a view of her uphill mounds, the lacy white bra. Her black skirt was folded up, only reaching above her knees. Meanwhile, her long white socks ended just a few inches below her skirt, giving only a faint, alluring view of the creamy pale flesh of her thighs.

"Ugh! This is so hard!" Daphne groaned after a while; her free, wild hair soaked in little drops of sweat. "I can't form the shield, Ron."

Ron sighed, not really wanting to be in the same room as this girl. He still feared her goal was something devious, a plan to bring him down.

"It's not an easy charm, Daphne. I had just learned it recently too. Only Harry is a natural at it," Ron said, walking to her side. He held onto her naked wrist very delicately as she had folded her sleeves. "Let me move your hand."

"Ugh, not like this." Daphne groaned and abruptly stepped in front of Ron, pushing her whole back against Ron's chest, her supple, cushiony rear deliberately rubbing him in the wrong place. "This feels better now."

But I don't feel so good. Ron felt his sleeping brain get activated, and arousal took over. His erection made a hill in his pants in no time, and there was no doubt Daphne felt it with how much her ass was pushing on him.

"So… You need to get the timing right and move the wand correctly. Try it like this." Ron awkwardly guided Daphne's arm with his hand resting under her elbow. His other hand tried its best not to rest on her inviting, slim waist.

"Oh!" Daphne slapped her rear on his groin all of a sudden. "Ah, I felt something!"

I felt something, too. Ron groaned silently; his mood spoiled since he couldn't do anything. Her scent is so… different. Is this what Slytherin girls use?

Being half a head taller than her, her hair was almost below his nose. The more Daphne moved, the more he felt on the edge, his own breath getting hotter.

"Mmm… I think I can do it." Daphne mumbled, her strange noises not helping the boy behind her.

I need to go to the bathroom. Ron felt his balls almost bursting. The fact that Daphne was an actually attractive girl, one of the hottest in the entire school, didn't help. On the one hand, he felt like grabbing her waist and pulling her in himself, pushing her down, and claiming her luscious lips.

But he loved his fame and name far too much. The Star of the Weasley Family didn't want to be called the Pervert of the Weasley Family now.

"That's it for today," Ron declared.

"But I haven't done it yet," Daphne said, rubbing her hips against his body even more.

Ron stepped away from her, "I have something else to do. I'll see you next week. Keep practicing."

Bloody hell, they're going to explode at this rate.

Ron wasted no time and rushed out. Although he longed for a feminine touch, for now, he had to settle with his tried and trusted hand. No shame in that, he reckoned.

Annoyed that his Sunday was being wasted on Daphne, he quickly finished his business and headed to find Harry to practice quidditch with him. Ever since he joined the team as a chaser, he had found a great amount of success in it. It was great for him, since it helped maintain his name despite being bad at studies.

"Ah, there you are, Mr. Weasley."

But call it bad luck or a ruined day. Before he could find Harry, he was found by Professor McGonagall.

"You are needed in the Headmaster's office. Please bring a pair of spare clothes with you from the dorms. You may be absent from the school for two days," McGonagall instructed him.

Ron grew serious, "Is it because of the trial?"

"Yes, the date has been finalized for tomorrow. Please report to the Headmaster's office at the quickest." McGonagall left after that, letting him grab his items.

He did precisely that and informed Harry and Hermione before leaving. With a small backpack, a change of clothes, and his trusted wand, he soon arrived at Dumbledore's office. But inside, to his amusement, Arthur was waiting.

"Dad?" Ron exclaimed, "Why are you here?"

"You are to go home for the night, Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore stood up from his seat and fondly walked to Ron before tapping on his shoulder, "Mrs. Malfoy has visited your home to talk about her husband. In return for leniency, she has offered something, and I believe you should hear it once. Madam Bones has left the decision on Lucius up to you."

"What?!" Ron stepped back in shock, "Why are we being so good to them? Isn't Mr. Malfoy a criminal? Why are we treating him specially?"

"Because he's the richest wizard in Wizarding Britain. He may deny it, but those with knowledge know." Dumbledore continued, "Go home with your father, Mr. Weasley. Hear the offer Mrs. Malfoy proposes. If you still wish to ignore it, you may simply say so."

Isn't this too much? Letting a student dictate someone's life and death? Ron wondered and looked at his father. He noticed a particular brightness in them; What did she offer?

"I-I will go home then."

"Brilliant. The trial shall start tomorrow morning, so make a decision before then."

Ron nodded and walked with his father to the office's chimney. They used the Floo Network and directly arrived at the Burrow since it was connected. Much cleaner now, however, since Ron had renovated it after making some money. He had to use it often, and always getting dirty was annoying.

"Ron!" Molly chirped, already standing by the fireplace and waiting. It was just her at home. "I'll make you some tea, dear. You're going to be busy with a lot of thinking."

Never seen Mum act like that. What did Mrs. Malfoy offer?

Ron saw Molly leave for the kitchen, and Arthur led him to the living room. Right as he entered, he noticed a woman sitting on the hard sofa. At first, he felt mesmerized by her looks, as he had always been, no matter how many times he had seen Narcissa Malfoy. It was simply a fact she was beautiful but with a nasty personality.

"Mr. Weasley." Narcissa stood up quickly to greet him and extended her shivering hand. "It's a pleasure to see you."

"Pleasure is all mine," Ron replied, but the next moment wondered if that came out wrong.

Indeed, it was a pleasurable experience to look at the tall woman, her skin so pale it was practically milk. Her blue eyes were so deep and emotional, and her long blonde hair was straight and tied behind her head with a cocktail hat on top. Her voice was cold and clear, her body-hugging clothes a modest gray full-sleeved dress with a tight, short fur coat that went till her ankles, also black.

That fear in her eyes. Ron felt somewhat aware of those emotions by now.

"Let's sit." Arthur broke the silence and gestured.

Narcissa took back her seat at the edge of the long sofa. Ron sat on the single-seater beside her, nearest to the edge, and Arthur took a seat on Ron's other side on another single-seater.

"So, what did you want to talk about, Mrs. Malfoy?" He acted respectfully and politely. He hated her husband, not her. At best, he was annoyed by the woman.

Narcissa lowered her face, eyes closed, and her fingers clenched close on her dress's skirt. "First of all, I wish to deeply apologize for the pain and suffering my husband brought you and your family. His actions, unforgivable, were still done in fear of the Dark Lord's retaliation."

I hate this. Ron noticed she wasn't really genuine about this. Her aristocratic face and high cheekbones still gave off a very proud image and aura. Pride of being pureblood, being a Black and a Malfoy. She's not sorry for me. She's scared for her husband.

Not letting the middle-aged beauty move him, Ron simply nodded. "He tried to kill me with a Killing Curse, Mrs. Malfoy. Not once, but many times. While leading a team of ten who did the same. I'm lucky that I'm still alive. For such a crime, only a Dementor's Kis—"

"No… Please hear me," Narcissa interrupted. She loved her family and could do anything for it. "In return for showing leniency in your statement towards Lucius tomorrow, I'm willing to hand over all the wealth us Malfoys have in our vaults to you."

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