Chapter 8 - The Greatest Weasley III

She was wearing something different, not her school dress. It was a white cardigan with a large cutout for the neck, and below was a loose, knee-length, dark blue flowery skirt. Her silver blonde hair was untied, falling around her neck and parting in the middle in many locks.

"Movement?" Ron tried to act as normal as possible. "Umm… Care to help?"

"Okay." She walked over and stood behind him. So close that her chest was softly pressed against his back, her breath blessing the side of his face as she was only slightly shorter than him.

"Keep ze arm relaxed, please. I will direct eet, and upon my cue, cast ze spell, if you will."

But it took everything for Ron to focus as she placed her other hand on the right side of his waist while her left hand guided his left hand, her face behind his shoulder and peeking.

Control yourself, Ron. You stopped the Dark Lord. This is eas… He felt her breath and low hums so close to his ears. This isn't easy at all!

"You must glide with ze grace, like zis, and zen with a turn, delicately so... and now, if you please, repeat ze incantation."

"Expelliarmus!" Ron voiced.

Woosh!

The wand reacted, and the spellcasting was a success. He felt exalted and turned around abruptly, "That was great, Fle…"

He found the words stuck in his throat. Having turned so abruptly meant Fleur was still standing too close to him. So much so that her body almost touched his. Their faces were just a foot apart. He felt his heart skip a beat while his eyes remained locked with hers.

"I…"

She smiled and moved suddenly. She caught both his hands in hers while maintaining the close gap. "Merci beaucoup for everything, Monsieur Weasley. First, for saving my sister, then myself... then so bravely saving 'Arry and Cedric... and for all ze other things you 'ave done."

Honestly, Ron found her accent sexy. "Ron… Just call me Ron."

"Ron." She spoke his name so sweetly, and let go of one of his hands before placing it on his shoulder. Then she guided his other hand to hold her graceful waist. "I 'ave regret, you know, for saying no to you for ze Yule Ball. Might I 'ave ze honor of a dance with you now?"

Ron gulped, pressing his lips together shyly before nodding strongly.

"Hehe, merci."

She initiated it, and he followed. Slowly swinging left and right like waves and wind. Smooth steps and turns as they smiled and stared at each other's faces. Ron definitely was enchanted, but the expressions Fleur gave weren't that different.

But he was still a man, and she was a quarter Veela.

While it started with just his palm on her waist, he soon slowly shifted closer and pulled her in, eventually wrapping his entire arm around her waist. He felt her soft breasts press against his chest and her face a few inches away. It was so hot to feel her intoxicating scent in that breezy forest with the chirping of nature around them.

"Ron."

"Hmm?" He hummed as she got closer, folding her arm that rested on his shoulder until her elbow touched his upper chest.

A blush formed on her face, and a sparkle appeared in her eyes. "Je... puis-je vous embrasser?"

"What?"

He was confused, but not for long. Immediately after she said something in French, she closed in whatever gap was left between their faces and kissed his lips sweetly, deeply, passionately, and so much more that Ron couldn't describe.

The dance stopped, and Ron found his other hand also wrapping around her waist while both her arms wrapped around his neck. He felt her smooth, thin lips melting into his. It soon turned into a smooch as they moved their faces to accommodate each other's lips. Soon, her tongue probed his lips, and he accepted her.

He felt like his heart was about to explode. But he cherished this moment with her and stepped forward, pushing Fleur slowly towards a tree. Once her back was against the tree trunk, he closed his eyes and savored the taste of the quarter Veela.

Lost in the heat, he responded in kind and flicked his tongue in her mouth as well, cherishing every inch of her heat.

"Umm… Ron," She moaned between the kisses while taking a deep breath.

The feeling tingled her sense. Uncontrollably, her satiny leg went up and rested the fold of her knee on Ron's hip. His hand trailed down her waist, catching a moment to squeeze her supple hip, and took hold of her malleable thigh, supporting it from below.

Taking in the wild scent of her body, he couldn't help but take it a step further. Letting go of her lips, his tongue started to lick her delicate jawline. Kissing little butterfly touches on the smooth curve of her neck, flicking down and slathering his glistening saliva on her delicious skin.

Her tantalizing body responded. Her perfectly formed mounds heaved in great pleasure, feeling his digits sinking into her lustrous soft skin. Her hands carelessly tugged on the hem of his t-shirt, quickly finding its way to dive under.

Her adorable, slim finger finally found its way to his tight, clenching abdomen, trailing up the curves of his developing muscles. Feeling the stroke of her fingers, he sighed breath onto her spit-coated neck, tickling her senses.

His other hand did the same, plunging under her cardigan, and tasted the creamy soft skin of her undulating belly with his reckless fingers. She shivered as his hand moved up, crawling towards her plump, soft mounds.

She sucked in a deep, withering breath, as he finally cupped his palm around her breast. The scent of his flaming red hair stimulated her thirst.

"Umm…"

Ron clenched his hand around her, spilling some of her gentle flesh out of her taut bra.

Ron couldn't believe such softness, such creamy indulgent. His staff started to strain, imagining if the other parts of her were that intoxicating. He wanted to taste her more and more.

Suddenly, in a moment of surprise, Fleur pushed his body back a little, breaking their passionate moment, releasing her sensitive neck from his slippery tongue.

"Ah… sorry," Ron suddenly felt like she didn't want to, a bit guilty. His face was still inches away, and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.

"I'z not that, Ron. I 'ave something to give you... something zat is very personal to me. But I believe zere is no one better zan you to receive zis gift from me," Fleur said with deep emotions in her voice and also arousal. "Please, be gentle."

Ron wasn't that silly young man anymore and understood what gift she was talking about. There was only one thing that would require being gentle.

"Fleur… I… I don't know what to say. Of course, I will be gentle," he responded and lifted her cardigan. She smiled and let him. "You're… really beautiful."

He complimented her once her alabaster skin, smoother than any he had seen, greeted him. She was so silky to touch and warm, and her red bra also accentuated her looks. That hunger, that lust in her eyes that he enjoyed looking at.

"You too," she muttered, raising his shirt, easily removing it. "Ooh… Savoureux"

Of course, she liked Ron's body as well. He was not muscular but had toned muscles that were visibly developing. Besides, his broader frame, in comparison with hers, made her feel utterly hot.

Fleur quickly leaned over for another kiss, suckling on his bottom lip, biting and teasing him thoroughly. Ron pressed on, catching her warm tongue in his mouth. His hands gently brushed the soft, curving flesh of her lower back, reaching the clasps of her sensual, red bra.

With a flick of his fingers, he instantly unclasps them, pulling the red cloth away from her body. He couldn't believe it was that easy, almost thinking that he was too lucky at it.

Taking away the last barrier, his digits started to search for those erotically jutting lumps of flesh, caressing and kneading her skin as they moved up. Finally, he could feel them between his fingers, fondling her rosy-pink buds. He plucked and prodded, squeezed and tugged, claiming her magnificent peaks.

Fleur shivered and trembled, exhaling moans into his mouth. Ron tasted every inch of her mouth as their tongues twisted and tangled, melding into each other's heat. Then, his tongue went down her once more, savoring the milky crook of her neck, reaching her mounds.

He cupped a nipple with his mouth, flicking her nub and suckling on it. Her flavor was as delectable as champagne, rousing and intoxicating. He sucked and kissed every inch he could get, sending shivers up her spine.

Ready for more, she fervently moved her hands to the zipper of her skirt, quickly pulling it down. It allowed Ron to pull her skirt down first, then the sexy red panties, and quickly expose her private, moist, satin flesh. His fingers searched for her hot sheath, massaging and twirling on her steamy, little kernel of pleasure. Already craving for him, her essence covered his fingers; her petals twitching, sucking on the tip of his finger.

"Ah… Ron…Your 'ands are… cold," she breathlessly muttered as her hands caressed the straining bulge under his pants. "Feelz… so… good."

Her Veela allure was killing him. His rigid source of heat throbbed and twitched. Her spoiled, begging voice egged him on. Ron couldn't wait any longer, wanting to taste her, and eat her up entirely. Her receptive body was just too seductive, a fairy that wanted every inch of him.

He quickly fumbled with his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear to his thighs, allowing his straining phallus to come out. Fleur's eyes widened at the sight, looking a little stunned and impressed.

He held one of her legs higher on his waist, supporting it with his arm. Then, his hips inched closer, allowing the heat of his head to nuzzle on her perfectly moist slit as he pressed her against the tree. "Can I…?" He asked with beaded breaths.

"Az you will, Monsieur," she answered with a seductive smile.

"Ah!" She yelped in surprise as Ron pushed in hastily the moment he heard 'will'.

Ron tried to move in as gently as he could, but her tight and straining walls were too amazing, unyieldingly clenching around his hot cock. It struggled to make its way, gently pulling them slightly apart. He could feel his blood rushing to his core, milked by a virgin grip.

So this is what a virgin feels like?

"Ohhh… Ron..." Fleur squirmed on his chest, feeling every bump of his veins scraping her inner walls. More and more of her juice came out, wildly aiding him to welcome him in further and fill her completely. Her hands clenched on his shoulder, as his free hand went back to her rose-tipped breast.

Fingers clenched shut. She felt slight pain, fear, excitement, and a whole lot of pleasure. But she had made up her mind; she wanted it, and she wanted it from Ron.

He pinched the hard little tip, causing her virgin pussy to tighten around him even more. At the same time, he nibbled and kissed the skin of her neck, teasing her senses.

"Ghh…" Ron grunted excitedly, wanting to stimulate her insides even more. He fondled and kneaded, kissed and licked, pushing all the buttons; Causing her slick, wet heat to clench and shudder, uncontrollably reacting to his touch.

"Ah ahh…. Ohh... Ron, yes…" She moaned and whimpered with her eyes closed.

Ron couldn't hold it in anymore, so his hips picked up the pace, pulling back a bit and shoving deep into her. He could feel her walls adjusting to his girth, accepting all of his length inside her. He dived deeper and deeper, causing her to jerk violently against the tree. But her hips still moved in circles, swaying as his sweating abdomen stuck to her like glue, looking for that last ounce of pleasure.

No longer holding back, Ron reached the edge of infinity. His cock twitched, and he finally abandoned himself to pleasure. In a fiery culmination, he burst inside her abruptly. The heat of his white seeds spread inside, squelching with his final thrust.

"Damn it…" Ron gently stopped his movement, and supported himself with one hand against the tree. He gulped with heavy breaths.

"What ez'… wrong?" She asked harshly and unevenly as she gently placed her hand on his cheek. She could feel the hint of burning, fading pain between her legs. She knew there was blood, but she didn't want to see it yet.

"You're just… too hot, you feel too… amazing," Ron shook his head. "You haven't even come yet." He gently pulled out his steadily relaxing cock out of her.

"Don't worry… it 'ez for you, not me. Your gift." she smiled and suddenly went down on her knees.

To Ron's surprise, she started to lick his cum and juices-covered cock. Daylight was fading, so he guessed she didn't see the blood.

Cleaning every inch of him as she flicked her tongue around his crown. Lost in lust, Fleur didn't care about her image anymore. All she wanted was him, his body, his cock, and that sweet, sweet release.

Ron started to feel the surge come back to his loins, feeling her tongue sloppily lap up every bit of him as her hand caressed his ticklish family jewels. He placed both his hands on the tree, gazing down at her supple figure below.

Oh dear Merlin! Thank you!!

Tracing his veins with her tongue, she slowly suckled on his head as it started to twitch once more. Her eyes locked onto him as if she was begging for the rapidly growing erection to come back entirely. She gulped their juices down, causing her cheeks to clench around him. Her hands fondled her own breasts, seeking more of that pleasurable fuck from his hot cock.

In no time, his little soldier was ready for another battle. His length stood front and center, answering the Vella's summons.

Fleur stood up, pecking at his jaw. "Ready?"

"Oh yes…" Ron answered with a thrill.

"Let us move a leetle. Zis tree is hurting me," she revealed her red back to him, proof that the bark was harsh on her delicate pale skin.

Then she picked up her skirt, placed it on a fallen log, and bent over it. With one arm supporting her, her other hand went down her belly. Her finger reached her core, parting her delicate, soaked petals in a show. She turned and seductively looked at Ron, "Ar' you coming?"

Ron's eyes widened at the sight. Her plump ass high in the air, her gaping wet hole ready to be plundered, and her seductive accent begging him to come to her. It was turning dark, but her paler-than-white body shined so well, like a trophy waiting for him to take.

Slowing down was no longer in his vocabulary as he moved behind her and quickly aimed his iron-hard arrow toward her pussy. He placed his hands on her sensual waist and thrust himself in with a single hard thrust. This time, he shoved himself in easily as she bucked beneath him.

"Ahhh! Yess…yess. Ron, yess…" She cried out melodiously for him.

Ron shoved it all in. She lifted her hips to his thrusting body. He pounded into her with a fierce rush, craving the sound of her cry of ecstasy. Her cushiony bottom slapped against his muscles, resounding through the woods around them.

That primal sensation took over as he felt her slick walls contract, milking him inch by inch. She yelped and moaned for the heavens, no longer caring to speak in English. Ron felt even more heated, grunting and groaning every time his hot cock struck her deepest walls. She pressed her hips frantically against him, her body rocking in hot, wet, abandon.

Then, with a sudden ecstasy-filled serene scream, her well-oiled love hole burned to a cinder with a flood of honey-sweet lava. Ron could feel the heat on his cock, setting off an uncontrollable wave of blissful sensations throughout his body.

He also came for a second time, bursting with extreme rapture. His belly twisted and clenched, sending out every last bit of juice from his loins. He managed to jolt in one last hard thrust, causing her to sweetly scream out his name.

Ron's knees buckled as if his final release took everything in him. He groaned and gulped, breathing heavily, supporting himself with his hand still on her soft, curving waist.

Fleur panted, her lithe body weakly leaning over the log. She wearily tried to stand up as she felt Ron carefully pulling out his limp member.

"Hah…" He breathed heavily. "Thanks… for this gift."

"Umm…" She was so lost that only little moans and hums came from her lips.

Ron pulled up his pants and looked for his shirt while Fleur gathered her clothes, albeit stumbling a bit on her quivering knees. They both smoothed down their clothes, trying to look as normal as possible, and slowly walked back to the school, hand in hand.

However, as they reached the large doors of the school, and Fleur had finally found some strength in her legs, she dashed away without a word.

Ron could only helplessly look at her receding back with wide eyes, wondering if he had done something wrong.

Girls are hard to understand.

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Since the celebrations for the end of the Triwizard tournament were still to be held, the parents of the champions were in the castle. So, Fleur ran to find her mother quickly in her room. After making sure her father wasn't there, she hastily asked for help.

"Maman, s'il vous plaît...… give me that potion."

"What potion?" Apolline Delacour confusedly stared at her daughter's messy hair.

"Where 'ave you been? And just look at your 'air!"

"Maman... Ze potion! Zat potion! Quickly, give it to me!"

"That po… What?!" Apolline turned red in anger immediately as she realized what potion Fleur wanted.

"Who was 'e? Who's ze boy?

"Maman, stop. Just give me ze…"

"Who was it?!"

"Monsieur Weasley… Ron… Weasley."

Apolline's eyes flickered dangerously. "Him? I shall go and 'ave a little word with 'im, then."

"Maman… No~"

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