The Enlightenment of Ron Weasley

Well here we go! I have been reading fanfic for a while now and particularly like laurielove's stories. I decided to try my hand and what was to be a little one-shot turned into something a bit larger.

Ron isn't a favourite in many of the stories I have read, but as a male, unusual it would appear in this community, I thought he needed a chance. Don't turn away just yet as Hermione and Lucius appear later.

The 1st chapter deals with Ron's education at the hands of a Veela. The 2nd deals with Ron trying to settle his relationship wishes with Hermione.

I look forward to ANY reviews, even to tell me just to concentrate on reading.

I would like to thank laurielove for being my Beta.

I would like to confirm that no house elves were hurt in the production of this story.

The characters in this story belong to JK Rowling. I make no money from the writing or publication of this story.

A sexually frustrated Ron is at the end of his tether. Help comes in the shape of a Veela he hasn't seen for a long time. And how will Hermione, in her new relationship with Lucius Malfoy, respond to this? Mature readers only. RW/GdC, LM/HG, LM/HG/RW.

'Is it true that he is the youngest Deputy Headmaster that Hogwarts has ever had?' asked the young filing clerk, lying across the desk. 'And you promise that you will introduce me to him when he next visits the Ministry?'

'Of course,' stammered Ron Weasley, frantically trying to unzip his trousers and, with a curse, using a charm, which resulted in a whole series of padlocks attaching themselves to his zip and making matters worse.

'I see now why you work in the Department of Muggle Studies!' giggled the witch, slowly discarding her bra and then slipping her fingers into the waistband of her panties and teasingly exposing a light covering of downy hair. She was looking forward to having sex with Ron. As a young witch she had heard so many stories about the wars and his involvement.

Her actions only caused Ron discomfort as his cock became more swollen, impeding the task of undoing his zip

'Fuck it!' he snarled, ripping the zip open and dropping his trousers. He lurched towards the desk in a manner reminiscent of a waddling penguin, his tumescent cock pointing the way.

With a last step he was on her. He perfunctorily rubbed her breasts, planting rushed, slobbery kisses on each nipple and then unceremoniously pulled aside her panties and pushed two fingers between the only slightly moist lips of her pussy.

'Oh my God!' she gasped in shock and surprise.

Ron, in his muddle-headed way and blinded by lust, interpreted the sounds as desire and immediately replaced his fingers with his cock, producing further uncomfortable gasps from the shocked girl.

'Umm, Ron? Could you … err … just slow down a second … I'd quite like you to … try this maybe …' The girl's words were lost to Ron who could focus only on his fast mounting pleasure.

He drove wildly back and forth, his breathing becoming increasingly laboured as he felt the all too familiar sensation of his impending climax.

With his blood pressure rising, he thrust twice more and felt a blessed release as he came in three sharp spurts, throwing his head back and howling.

When he looked down, there was anger in the eyes of the young clerk and a look of disappointment that he had seen far too often before.

His cock immediately shrivelled in its tight cocoon and slipped ignominiously from its grip.

He stood, turning his head away and muttered, 'Sorry,' his face turning a bright crimson in anger and embarrassment at himself.

The girl gathered her outer garments together quickly, stood and spluttered, 'My God, I hadn't believed the other girls in the owl pool. I thought they just wanted you to themselves, but that was fucking crap.'

He could not look at her, but waved his hand in dismissal, muttering an all too familiar apology as she left.

Why was it always like this? Self- loathing consumed Ron. His life was a mess. Fair enough, he had a secure job, not always easy in these times, and the pick of most of the girls at work, but there was something desperately missing in his life.

He almost longed for the days of school when he had Harry and Hermione at his side. He seemed to be more complete then, had more purpose to his life, even though he knew he wasn't the strongest of them.

Now Harry was settled in the land of academia, happily living with Ginny, with a child on the way. He didn't see them as often as he used to, but when he did, they were pleasant times.

Hermione was a different matter, however. He had thought that there may have been a future for them together, but after the war they had drifted apart. They had been 'fuck buddies' for a while, and though Ron wanted more, Hermione had never reciprocated his feelings and never seemed to get anything from their sex sessions. Mind you, nobody seemed to get anything from sex with him. He had never kept a girlfriend for long.

Hermione could never be a friend now, although he had to be civil to her as she was his superior in the Ministry hierarchy.

After all that they had been through at the hands of the Death Eaters, an illegal phrase now, as was the word Mudblood, how could she be so distant.

Worse still she was sharing her bed with Lucius Malfoy, or so the Ministry rumour mill said.

He glanced up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to his lunch break. Well, fuck it, they could fire him if they wanted, he needed to get away from the office and its oppressive atmosphere. He pulled up his trousers and went to the toilet attached to his room. He washed his hands and then his flaccid cock, to remove all evidence of his abortive shag. Such a crude term, but a good description of most of his liaisons. He scrubbed at his flesh ever more aggressively, as if punishing himself, until his skin felt red and raw, then abruptly zipped up and headed for the dining room.

Having collected just a hot drink he looked around for somewhere to sit. There were so few places, this being the busiest time of day. He spotted a place, but immediately the bile rose in his throat. Seated in the chair next to the vacant spot was Hermione.

Sit next to Hermione, or return to his office? 'Sit down. How bad can it be?' he thought, 'She will probably not even acknowledge me.'

Ron sidled over to the table and tried to sit without being noticed; he was optimistic: Hermione was deep in conversation with the head of her department.

All too soon, however, her companion left. 'Don't we say hello anymore when we meet then?' she said. He merely grunted in response.

'Have you been promising the junior staff meetings with Harry again? I saw a young witch rushing away from your office in tears,' she said, her voice cold and harsh. But then in a much gentler voice, as she still had happy memories of their friendship, she said, 'Ron you really have to sort yourself out. Time has moved on and you have to also. You are disintegrating in front of everyone. Harry is worried, Ginny and your parents are beside themselves.'

'Is Malfoy concerned?' he snarled. 'Does he express his regret when he's fucking you in the arse?'

Hermione's jaw dropped in shock. But, as ever, she recovered quickly enough and, putting her face close to Ron's, hissed, 'Have you ever given a girl an orgasm yet or do you still believe the important thing at the top of a pussy is the hair?' She continued before Ron could say anything, raising a finger, each time she made a point, just an inch from his eyes, 'Do you still subscribe to the Ron Weasley patented ten step guide to sex and foreplay? First jam your tongue down her throat, then nibble each ear twice, before squeezing each tit and biting each nipple. Followed by the deft insertion of first one dry finger and then another for a mind blowing back and forth thirty seconds!'

She drew a quick breath before continuing at an even faster pace, as if imitating the speed at which these things happened. 'Your fingers then replaced by your magnificent cock, no words having been spoken. Pumping backwards and forwards until your cock swells a little more. Then an unwelcome digit plunged into her arse, before withdrawal and that pathetic begging voice asking for permission to come on her face.'

With that Hermione swiftly stood, turned and ran towards the exit.

Despite himself, the passion with which she had spoken together with the scent of her musky perfume, the way her hair flowed and the movement of her arse under her robes gave Ron an immediate hard on.

He pulled his robes across his crotch, stood and hurried back to his office. Entering his toilet, he locked it, dropped his trousers, sat down quickly and grasped his cock in a vice like grip. Ron violently began to wank, pulling back his foreskin until it hurt and squeezing his heavy ball sac.

With his eyes closed a procession of images of himself and many female witches swam behind his eyelids, but none of them had a look of pleasure on their face. He continued wanking ever more fiercely until the feeling in the pit of his stomach signalled his impending orgasm. With two vicious strokes he came, spraying his robes, cum running down his fast wilting cock onto his balls. The inevitable feeling of release and pleasure overwhelmed him, but was almost immediately replaced by emptiness.

Ron sat with his head back against the wall and bitter tears started to flow down his face, the salty taste reaching his lips.

A groan escaped him, not one of completed pleasure but of despair.

Reaching these depths was like a bolt of lightning; he vowed to turn his life around.

That night in his small bedsit room above the Leaky Cauldron he decided that the first step was to take some leave. He had not had a holiday since leaving school, with, it had to be said, less than satisfactory NEWTS.

The next question was where to go, as he did not intend moping around his room or hanging around Diagon Alley and bumping into all the people who currently despised or pitied him.

'As far away as possible,' he thought, 'Somewhere I will feel safe and comfortable, but know very few people.'

He started to pack, not knowing where he was going, simply that he had to go.

As he was packing his last few items it came to him: Bill. He would go and stay with Bill and Fleur. His big brother was one of his heroes, and he still thought of Fleur very fondly (if a little fearfully, from his encounters with her during the TrI- Wizard competition). He had also rarely seen his two nieces, Victoire and Dominique.

He immediately sent off two owls, one to the Ministry and one to Bill.

He fell asleep almost instantly that night. For the first time in many years his slumbers were not disturbed by dreams of battles, fights with friends or disastrous sexual escapades.

Ron awoke more refreshed than he had felt in a long time. He breakfasted heartily, showered, dressed and then began a steady pacing backwards and forwards in his small room, waiting for the morning owls. 'Please let there be two and please let them be the answers I want,' he said out loud.

After what seemed an interminable length of time there came the familiar tapping of beaks on his window – more than one.

Ron rushed over and flung open the window. He grabbed both letters, stuffing an excessive number of knuts in the leg pouches of the startled birds and slammed the window.

With shaking hands he tore open the letters and whooped with joy at their contents. He had had little doubt that Bill's reply would be positive, but the Ministry's he had worried about. It was obvious, reading between the lines, that everyone realised what a state he was in. His wizard overseer had even suggested he take as long as he needed (with pay) to feel fully refreshed.

Ron prepared to Apparate . He had a slight sense of foreboding, as he had never been that successful at Apparating, but this time he really wanted to get to the right place. He remembered Harry describing it as being forced through a tight rubber tube, but he also recalled the mantra of Wilkie Twycross at the Ministry, 'Destination, determination, deliberation.' He chanted this to himself as he thought exclusively of Bill and Fleur's house. Closing his eyes, he turned three times and felt the familiar squeeze.

Suddenly he was very warm and could hear a distinct noise. It was the sound of laughter. Ron opened his eyes to see two small girls standing before him, giggling. He looked down and found himself sitting in a fireplace on hot embers. He quickly jumped out fanning his trousers and did a swift check on all of his limbs. Bill's sonorous, friendly voice chuckled, 'You're getting better at this Ron; you seem to have everything you set out with still in all the right places.'

Ron and Bill hugged each other lovingly and Fleur planted a kiss on his cheek, whilst the two minor Weasleys swung from his legs chanting, 'Uncle Ron! Uncle Ron!'

When they were seated round the table with steaming mugs of tea, Bill said with concern, 'We're glad to see you Ron. Mum and Dad have been so worried about you and I can see why. You can stay as long as you need to and feel free to do whatever you wish.'

Ron relaxed and a big smile, a genuine smile, cut his face from ear to ear.

Over the course of the next week Ron relaxed fully. He ate heartily, slept late, rediscovered the joy of flying his broomstick, borrowing Bill's Quidditch set for some hard workouts and even went with Bill to his newly opened Dragon Sanctuary.

On the fifth day he returned hot and sweaty from a Quidditch workout to find somebody else in the kitchen, sitting talking to Fleur with her back to Ron.

He was going to slip straight past for a shower, when Fleur stopped him. 'I want you to meet someone, Ron. You have met before, but not under the best of circumstances.'

The person's head turned, and it was obvious that she and Fleur were related, but, if anything, this girl was even more beautiful. She had long flowing blonde locks, piercing aquamarine eyes, perfect bone structure and, of course, the aura that all Veela women, even those whose bloodline had been watered down, exuded.

'This is my sister, Gabrielle. You and she were the underwater hostages in the Tri- Wizard contest all those years ago.'

Ron felt a blush growing in his cheeks, not of shyness, but because of something growing in his trousers, something that had not happened since he had arrived at Bill's house. He quickly sat down to hide his embarrassment, but a twinkle in Gabrielle's eyes suggested he had not been swift enough.

They spent a happy hour reminiscing and discussing their family lives. During the whole time, Ron remained erect and the twinkle stayed in Gabrielle's eyes. As she was readying to depart she said she would return the next day to go out with Ron on his training session as she had several days free over the next few weeks. She stood to leave, but Ron remained seated, so she teasingly said, 'I am part French, Ron, we must kiss on parting and you will need to stand erect.' Ron slowly rose, his cheeks burning as red as the kitchen fire and Gabrielle placed a sensuous kiss on each cheek, causing the mayhem in his trousers to get worse.

As soon as she had left he made his excuses and rushed to his shower room. He turned the water on full power and as hot as he could take. Working up a lather with the soap, he worked both hands languorously up and down his iron hard shaft, pulling back his foreskin and rubbing his thumb over the twitching single eye in his cock's head. All the time visions of Gabrielle naked and beckoning flashed through his mind. Ron started to feel the impending onset of his orgasm, his breathing became more laboured and his balls drew upwards, in readiness to eject their full load. His fevered strokes reached a crescendo and with a gasp he thrust his hips forward and his hand slid down his shaft one last time and he came. Four great spurts exploded from his cock, hitting the tiles on the far wall and sliding down in rivulets. He sank to the shower floor, sated and happy.

The next day dawned wet and miserable with a howling wind blowing. Ron was deflated and wondered whether Gabrielle would turn up, but he needn't have worried, as at the appointed time there was a knock at the door and she came in.

'Not an ideal day for flying a broomstick,' she said, 'But I hear you are a great wizard chess player. A few games and a glass of wine, perhaps?'

Like most of his pursuits, he had not indulged this passion for some time, but looked forward to the challenge. However, Gabrielle's next comments had an adverse effect on his concentration. 'I hope you will provide me with stiff opposition. I could show you some new positions.'

All of this banter produced the inevitable effect in Ron's trousers and destroyed his concentration, making him lose three games in quick succession.

They settled opposite each other in armchairs after the games, Ron having poured two large pewter jugs of butter beer for them.

They chatted over a wide range of subjects, discarding the innuendo, but Ron could not tear his gaze from her eyes. The aquamarine shone and hot shards of blue white glass seemed to bore into his head.

'How does an attractive girl like you not have a boyfriend?' asked Ron tentatively.

'I'm having too much fun,' she replied. But what Ron heard was, 'Do you want to fuck?'

'Veela mind games,' he thought. 'Pardon?'

When he looked up Gabrielle's short skirt had ridden up and her legs had fallen open. Ron gulped and stared, she was wearing no panties and he could clearly see her raised mound and the slightly open lips of her pussy. Even as he stared he was sure he could see the lips thicken and change colour and small droplets of moisture form between them. His eyes travelled up her body, over her heaving chest, where he could see the tell-tale signs of erect nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse. Upward his eyes rose until they met hers. The power of her gaze shot straight to his very centre and his already rock hard cock twitched involuntarily and grew a little.

A lustful red mist descended on Ron and he dived across the space between them, grasped Gabrielle's face and pushed his tongue past her lips. His hands slid downwards and he began to paw her tits roughly through the material, before almost immediately sliding one hand up her skirt towards her wet exposed pussy.

At this point Gabrielle pushed him hard and her face changed in an instant to that of the harpy like Veela and a guttural, 'Stop!' issued from her lips.

The sight and sound brought Ron up short and he slumped back into his chair, his erection quickly shrinking, and put his head in his hands.

'This is what I came to get away from,' he moaned. 'Why is it always like this?'

After a moment came a reply in the sweetest, sexiest voice he had ever heard. 'Because you have never been taught. Dear Ron, sometimes we women are too demanding. We expect the most intense orgasms, but are too shy to show and tell our partners how to achieve this. We know our bodies best. But you men are not blameless. You do not ask what we want and often have only one goal: the spilling of your seed. I see your hurt and I am going to spend the rest of our time together teaching you the art of sex; there is no better teacher than a Veela. Look how content your brother is.'

'Now stay where you are and undress,' she said, removing her skirt and spreading her legs wide. Ron did as he was told, immediately regaining his erection at the sight now fully uncovered before him. Her outer lips had peeled back like the petals of a flower opening to the sun. Where the lips joined, a prominent hood could be seen and just exposed the tip of her clit. Above was the neatest, trimmed covering of downy fur.

His cock twitched, but he did nothing, waiting for instructions.

'Now, wank!' she demanded.

His hands shot to his cock, whilst his eyes stayed fixed on the entrancing sight before him. He rubbed up and down his shaft frantically and just as his breathing became laboured; Gabrielle shot from her chair and grasped his cock hard behind the head until the feeling subsided. 'Now again,' she said and opened her legs wider if that was possible. He was transfixed and began stroking his erection again. Again, just on the point of orgasm she repeated her manoeuvre. This was repeated twice more and on the fifth occasion rather than gripping his head she gave his shaft two strong strokes and he came with such intensity that his spunk exploded upwards in a perfect parabola, landing hotly on his own chest.

Gabrielle stood, dressed and headed for the door. 'I will see you in two days. You must think of fucking me at all times, but you must not touch your cock.'

Despite the intensity of his orgasm, Gabrielle's underlying promise of a fuck produced in him another erection. He gathered his clothes together and went upstairs for a shower. He stood with his face upturned and a stream of cold water refreshing and rinsing him. He hoped the cold water would cool his ardour, but it had no effect on his tumescent cock. Ron closed his eyes. The stimulating sight of Gabrielle's gaping cunt filled his mind and his hands strayed without thought to his cock. As soon as his shaking fingers made contact the image in his mind changed to the fierce harpy- like face of Gabrielle. 'Do not touch!' a voice said. His hands immediately dropped to his sides, but his anatomical predicament remained.

When he went downstairs to supper he wore his baggiest trousers to hide what was fast becoming a permanent physical state. 'You look happy, if a little flushed, Ron. Had a good day?' enquired Bill.

Before he could respond, Fleur said, with what he thought was a knowing smile on her face, 'I saw Gabrielle on the way home. She said you had had a very stimulating day and she was looking forward to seeing more of you in a couple of days.'

She knows! he thought and the flush in his face got closer to the colour of his hair.

He spent a physically uncomfortable, but stimulating mental evening, with Bill and Fleur, but made his excuses to go to his bedroom as soon as was politely possible.

Once in bed he was desperate to relieve the ache in his groin, but followed Gabrielle's orders whilst fantasising about fucking her. His cock was harder than it had ever been and curved like a scimitar up towards his navel.

Eventually he fell into a surprisingly deep sleep and before he knew it light was streaming in through the thin bedroom curtains. Ron rolled towards the light and felt his thigh meet a distinctly wet and sticky patch on the sheet. He wondered sleepily what it was before the solution sprung into his head. He had had a wet dream. That hadn't happened to him since his early teens.

The next two days dragged by. He spent the time almost exclusively outside in physical pursuits, garden gnome clearing, Quidditch training and even some work at the dragon infirmary. But always at the back, and often at the front of his mind were images of himself and Gabrielle and the constricting but pleasant sensation in his groin.

On the morning of the third day, as soon as his nieces had left for school, together with Bill and Fleur to work, Gabrielle appeared, silently, as if by Apparating. He knew she was behind him because of the sweet smell of her natural and applied scent and he thought he could also smell a muskier scent that promised much.

'Good morning, Ron. I hope, no, I know you have been a good boy and you will receive your reward.' With that she licked her lips in an incredibly erotic way and the moisture glistening there held so much promise.

'Undress and sit in that chair,' she said. 'We are now ready for lesson two.' With that she produced a charm that bound his arms and wrists to the arms of the chair. 'You must pay full attention to me and not to your own needs. I am going to show you how a woman's body should be played like a Stradivarius and not like some out of tune rock guitar. And what better way to show you than playing with myself whilst you watch.'

With that she started to slowly undress and as she did so Ron's cock unfurled like a snake waking from its slumbers, pointing straight at the object of his desire.

Each of her movements was incredibly slow and sensuous and she had a serene smile playing on her lips. Once she was fully naked she allowed Ron to feast on her with his eyes, standing closely in front of him and stroking her hands slowly down her body. She turned suddenly and bent double in front of him. The lips of her pussy clearly pouting and already wet with desire, Gabrielle reached behind herself with both hands and exposed even more of her pink wetness, together with her much smaller puckered entrance which opened and closed as she pulled and released her arse cheeks.

Quickly she moved to the seat opposite and lay facing Ron with her legs apart. Her long delicate fingers began to caress her neck, moving slowly down her chest. As she did so a flush appeared, following the path of her fingers. She cupped her perfectly formed breasts, bringing her thumbs to her nipples and rubbing gently. The nipples became engorged and the areolae appeared to become covered in goose bumps, their hue changing from pink to almost reddy brown, as the blood rushed to this centre of pleasure. Gabrielle continued to excite herself in this way for some time before licking her thumb and forefinger and alternating stroking the nipple and pinching it. Her breathing changed almost imperceptibly but obviously, with small groans escaping from her lips.

Not a word had passed between them since Ron had been tethered. None were necessary, as none are needed in a ballet performance to appreciate the story unfolding and the grace and beauty of the actions.

Ron sat transfixed, following the movements of her hands with intense concentration and pleasure. He had never noticed all the subtle changes to a woman's body during arousal. He then had a rather depressing thought that maybe he had never caused any for him to notice.

He dragged his eyes from her hands to look into her face. Gabrielle was staring straight at him, those bright eyes shining with lust, her perfect red lips slightly parted and wet, imitating the lips of her pussy. She ran her pink tongue over them, flicking it back and forth. A gasp escaped them and he immediately returned his eyes to her hands. She was pinching and pulling on one nipple, whilst circling the other with a saliva coated finger.

He had never been so aroused, yet he had not been touched by nor touched anyone. He looked down and his cock was visibly throbbing, no longer pointing towards Gabrielle, but straight upwards, straining for the sky. It had thickened so much that it could no longer be contained and his foreskin had rolled back and the bloated, angry, almost purple head was vibrating, the single eye opening and closing with each twitch.

He returned his gaze to what Gabrielle was doing. One hand left a breast and slowly slid down over her stomach, not in a direct line, but with her fingertips fluttering over her skin, stroking, pinching, covering as much of her alabaster skin as she could. The blush that had started at her throat continued to follow the path of her fingers, her skin becoming goose bumped, changing to a delicate pink and glowing with warmth.

Ron took a sharp intake of breath as she remoistened her fingers and moved on down her quivering body.

His nerve endings tingled in anticipation of her touching her moist cunt. But with only the lightest, butterfly like stroking of her prominent outer lips, she continued down to her inner thighs. She stroked her skin in circles, with just her fingers and then massaging the flesh with her hand, occasionally letting her fingers travel inward and upward to use gossamer- like strokes on her now engorged, blood- filled cunt lips. At each stroke the lips curled open, moistening further and allowing a sight of the much redder glistening interior of her pussy, the walls visibly opening and closing: a Venus flytrap waiting for its prey.

The air in the room seemed electrically charged and carried on it were both male and female scents of arousal, mixing as Ron hoped their juices would soon.

Gabrielle inserted one finger into her cunt, stroking in and out, rubbing the front wall of her pussy, searching for that elusive pleasure spot. As her finger moved the flow of her juices increased and when she inserted a second finger Ron heard a liquid sound that had him straining at his bonds.

Her other hand slid down from her tits and she changed the fingers moving inside her to this hand, inserting a third digit, forcing her lips apart further and giving herself an intense feeling of fullness.

The fingers that had been so recently exploring the inner wall of her cunt were coated with a thick natural lubricant. She moved them to the apex of her pussy and stroked her slippery fingers either side of her clit hood. Her pleasure nub was already exposed and her soft touch sent a wave of ecstasy through her body, eliciting a mixture of sighs and gasps.

Ron stared intently at Gabrielle's fingers as they played with her clit. Sometimes fiercely, sometimes gently. Her permanently flowing juices keeping her fingers well-lubricated. He had never concentrated so much on a woman's body and could see the intensity of the pleasure building as she played her climactic tune on her bud. 'It's like a little cock,' he thought, 'And she's wanking it. The times I've wasted just fingering pussies and not asking what felt good.'

With three fingers moving more rapidly in and out of her cunt and the fingers of the other hand manipulating her clit, in the most exquisite way, Gabrielle's climax was building. Her breathing became more ragged, the flush of her skin was intense and then with a banshee- like wail, she came, clamping her legs together on her hand and bucking her hips upward, her toes curling and uncurling.

She stayed like this for, what seemed to Ron, an eternity. His eyes were wide with lust at the sight he had seen and he strained every sinew to try to break his bonds and grasp his aching shaft.

Gabrielle's breathing became less laboured and her hips returned slowly to the seat. She pulled her fingers from her dripping cunt and looking straight at Ron through her own lust glazed vision, she lifted her fingers to her lips and her tongue snaked from her mouth to lap up the viscous result of her climax, shuddering at the taste.

Ron was beside himself with lust, pre- cum gathering on the tip of his cock and sliding down the underside, making every nerve ending tingle. His eyes were wild and wide open. 'Please untie my arms,' he begged.

'No,' replied Gabrielle. 'I have a better reward for you.' She dipped her fingers deeply back into her gaping cunt, withdrawing them coated with her juices. She slid from the chair and crawled on all fours towards Ron. Her skin glistened with sweat from her exertions and excitement. She was like a jungle cat, her muscles clenching and contracting as she moved across the floor, the light reflecting from her skin. Her eyes bored into Ron's and his anticipation built to a new high, not knowing what form his blessed release would take.

She stopped between Ron's thighs. 'Close your eyes,' she purred.

Ron felt her body sliding up his, scraping over his so sensitive cock, which lurched with this contact. Upward she continued until he felt her warm sweet breath on his lips, together with the aroma of her spent passion. Gabrielle kissed him, tenderly at first, probing with her tongue and rubbing it over his teeth, before wrestling with his tongue. Their tongues wound around each other like the necks of mating giraffes. The pressure of her lips became more insistent, and then she quickly withdrew. Ron was tempted to open his eyes, but her lips were almost immediately replaced by her cum soaked fingers. The taste was nectar, sweet and sour in equal measure and the picture of what had caused this replayed in his head, his cock throbbing against her perfect, flat, muscular belly.

Gabrielle's fingers were tantalisingly withdrawn and she slowly slipped down his torso. Once again he felt her warm breath, but this time blown over the tip of his swollen cock head, which jumped with pleasure. Her tongue shot out, scooping up the droplets of pre-cum. She slid further down, opening her mouth wide and taking his ball sac in. Her tongue swirled over the sensitive orbs that were so ready to give up their load. Her head drew away, stretching the sac and Ron groaned in anguish and pleasure.

She released his balls from her mouth's embrace and licked slowly up the underside of his shaft, purring with pleasure like a cat about to get the cream.

On reaching the top she licked around its engorged head, pushing her tongue into the small slit that was desperate to twitch in orgasmic ecstasy.

'I can't hold on much longer,' panted Ron, 'I have to come, I have to come.'

With this Gabrielle opened her mouth wide and slid down his cock, using her tongue and her teeth in equal measure. He felt the constriction at the back of her throat. Breathing only through her nose she sucked hard, then made her way back up his shaft to the very tip, before plunging back down again.

'I'm coming,' growled Ron, throwing back his head.

Gabrielle moved her mouth back to the head, resting it on her tongue, with her mouth open.

'Open your eyes, Ron. You must watch your own pleasure.'

His eyes flew open just as the first massive contraction gripped his cock. The first spurt of spunk exploded from his single eye coating her tongue and the inside of her mouth. Three more strong contractions followed, but even when he was finished his cock still throbbed on Gabrielle's tongue.

His cum dribbled around his cock, coating her lips. She slowly let his cock go and then looking directly into Ron's eyes, swallowed his sticky load, shuddering deliciously at the taste.

She reversed the charm on his bound hands and then slid up his body. She pressed her cum soaked lips to Ron's in a passionate kiss. Ron could taste himself, but it was not unpleasant when he thought about what had preceded it. 'You need to know your own taste as well as a woman's, Ron, so you know what we feel.'

'Gabrielle I lo…'

'Do not be silly, Ron. We have sated ourselves. We have drunk at our bodies' fountains. But make no more of it than it is. That only leads to disappointment.'

This time she did not rush away, but curled around him and they both took pleasure from the sated glow they were giving off.

Eventually Gabrielle dressed to leave before her sister returned. At the door she turned and gave Ron a kiss full of promise. 'Until tomorrow and lesson three,' she smiled, 'And no touching.'

That evening Ron was more cheerful than he had been for months. He prepared the evening meal for when Bill, Fleur, Dominique and Victoire returned. He read to the girls before they went to sleep and spent an enjoyable evening with Bill and Fleur, leading the conversation. Bill commented that it wouldn't be long before he could return to the Ministry, which was the only low point for him, as he certainly didn't want his visit to end just yet.

Fleur rescued him by saying that it was a little too soon and that Gabrielle would miss him, all said with a knowing smile and a wink to Ron when Bill was not looking.

He retired to his bed and went into a deep satisfying sleep, dreaming of what had happened and imagining what was still to come.

He woke with the now regular erection, but without the negative thoughts this used to engender in him. Now he had something to anticipate and look forward to. He was also able to more easily control his urges and during his shower brought his physical state under control.

At breakfast Fleur asked whether he would be seeing Gabrielle again that day and his physical control was immediately lost and he blushed to the roots of his fiery hair.

'I'll take that as a yes then,' she giggled as she left the room.

After everyone had left Ron paced the room, his anticipation growing, as well as other things, with every passing minute. His imagination was on fire picturing Gabrielle and himself in so many different activities.

She arrived at the appointed time looking fresh and desirable. She was dressed in a long flowing dress that moved sensuously with each of her cat like steps. She seemed to glide over the floor, her long hair loose and flowing. Her perfume assaulting his senses, and a further feline scent that set Ron's pulse racing.

Gabrielle looked at Ron mischievously. 'I hope you are well rested, Ron. Today you will learn to satisfy me, without fucking and by using all your senses except sight. You will also not be guaranteed any relief unless I am sated,' she said with a harder look in her eye.

Her tone became harder and she growled huskily, 'You will eat my cunt as if it is the last meal of an Azkaban- condemned man!'

Ron's mouth dropped open in shock at the power and crudity of her words, but he was also amazingly aroused. He had never really paid much attention to pussy eating and Gabrielle picked up on this from the look in his eyes.

'You have not worshipped a woman's pussy with your mouth have you?'

Ron shook his head. 'I have occasionally licked if I've had to,' he mumbled.

'Had to!' she snapped. 'You must learn to worship with your mouth and tongue. Your own pleasure will be incredibly heightened.'

Gabrielle then started a slow sensuous disrobing. She revealed her ivory shoulders, sliding the dress ever so slowly down her body. Her bare breasts were exposed, the nipples already erect. Ron's eyes followed the dress downward, his ardour growing with each strip of flesh exposed. At her hips she gave one last push and the dress gathered in a heap on the floor. She stood with her feet slightly parted, hands on her hips, staring straight at Ron. 'Your turn,' she said, looking him up and down in anticipation.

Ron's attempt at making his strip sensuous was foiled when he fell over trying to balance on one leg whilst removing his sock. At just this moment Gabrielle had run a finger between the lips of her pussy and Ron toppled forward to have a closer look.

Gabrielle collapsed in a fit of giggles, the harsh female predator gone for the moment.

Ron blushed, but quickly recovered; removing the remainder of his clothes without mishap, revealing the extent of his desire with a rock hard erection, the veins throbbing visibly on his cock.

Gabrielle once more used a charm, providing Ron with a blindfold as she reclined on the settee. 'Remember Ron, use all your senses, and not just touch. You must smell, taste and hear my arousal. Feel the changes in my skin. Hear the changes in my breathing,' and as Ron scrambled blindly across the space between them she added, 'And take your time.'

On reaching the seat Ron knelt before Gabrielle and slowly ran his fingers over her face. He traced the shape of her eyes, her cheeks, her ears and then spent a longer time on her lips. The difference in this area surprising him. They were actually softer and the moisture covering them lent promise for another set of lips.

He carefully pressed one finger to her lips and she opened them. His finger slipped in and she began to suck on it, moving her head back and forth, lashing it with her tongue. Gabrielle's breath and saliva warmed up as she continued. His other hand gently caressed her face and he could actually feel the heat of arousal beginning to spread through her.

'That is so nice, Ron,' she gurgled, past his finger, 'Isn't it pleasant to take your time and not to only have the goal of your own orgasm?'

He only grunted in response, his whole being centred on his actions. They were so much more heightened without the use of sight.

He slowly withdrew his finger and slid his hands down her neck, tracing the shape as it reached her shoulders, almost tickling her his touch was so light. She shuddered slightly and took in a deeper breath. The increasing heat from her skin was more obvious and just below her shoulders the flesh was raised slightly.

Travelling onwards his hands encountered the smooth slopes of her breasts. He pictured them in his mind: the milky white slope leading to the raised bumpy hinterland of her areolae and the perfect pink nipples that could change shape and colour with her arousal.

However without sight he realised they were not identical, the contours and feel different in subtle ways.

Ron brought his head slowly forward and joined his lips with hers, gently at first and then with more force, his tongue pushing past her lips and exploring her mouth. His sense of taste was also more heightened and he tasted the sweetness and heat of her saliva. He took his time kissing her and felt her body shifting in its seat, as she rubbed her thighs together. A great sense of satisfaction came over him as he realised the light touch of his hands and the probing of his tongue were arousing Gabrielle.

He broke away from the kiss, reluctantly he was surprised to find, and moved his lips over her chin onto her neck, alternating kissing, licking and light nips with his teeth. Ron would never have believed how turned on he could be without fucking. His pulse began to race, his skin glowed with a sheen of perspiration and his cock throbbed and jerked pleasurably.

He slowly licked down the slope of Gabrielle's breast, running his tongue in sensuous circles around her darkening areola, a hand kneading and massaging the other.

Ron turned his attention to the red, engorged nipple, blowing gently on it, before lowering his mouth over it, flicking it with his tongue, all the time mirroring these moves with his fingers and thumb on the other breast.

He gently grabbed the teat with his teeth and pulled outward, producing a sharp, but pleasurable intake of breath from Gabrielle.

So intense was his concentration on Gabrielle's body and pleasure that he was surprised to realise that his cock had softened. However, he was still greatly aroused, realising at this moment how much sexual gratification came from giving and stimulating one's senses.

Moving onward, he started to lick down her taut, muscular torso. He could feel the muscles rippling pleasurably under his ministrations and taste the saltiness of her perspiration. Ron licked into and blew on her navel. Gabrielle giggled lasciviously, ruffling his hair in appreciation.

Downy fur now tickled his chin and there was a tightening in expectation from Gabrielle's body. The air felt electric and the scent of a woman's arousal assaulted his nostrils.

Ron's hardness returned as he reached her pussy. He had to stop himself from plunging in with his fingers. He halted, his mouth hovering above her thick outer lips. He breathed in deeply and licked his lips in anticipation of the feast to come.

Gabrielle raised her hips up to meet his mouth. 'Now, please,' she gasped excitedly, 'I want you to devour my cunt.'

Ron stuck out his tongue and it encountered soft, damp flesh. He moved it tentatively; it slid easily over the slick surface of her swollen lips. His tongue found the groove separating her pussy lips and pushed inwards. They opened to receive him and he plunged his tongue deeper, encountering more viscous secretions, which he lapped up with pleasure.

He could hear the sound of his lapping and sucking, like a cat at a particularly tasty bowl of cream. The scent of arousal now more intense, mixed with that from the pre- cum gathering on his cock.

Ron withdrew his tongue slowly, Gabrielle expressing dismay at this loss. But then he tilted his head slightly, grabbing one lip with his and sucked it into his mouth, causing her cunt to gape open. With it inside his mouth, he caressed it with his tongue.

Gabrielle's breathing became heavier. 'Don't stop, Ron,' she gasped. 'Fuck, I'm so wet.'

The heat now coming from her sweet tasting and smelling cunt was intense as Ron switched his attention to the other lip, the red throbbing interior of her pussy now fully exposed.

Gabrielle reached down, grabbed his head and moved it upwards. He felt a sense of loss as her lip dropped from his grip. She rubbed his head backwards and forwards at the top of her pussy, where the lips met and he felt the covering of flesh over her clit. His tongue came out and he started to caress the hood with slow strokes down the sides.

The hood of her clit slid back as it became engorged with blood and Ron's licking became more insistent.

Gabrielle's groans of pleasure became louder, until he covered her clit and sucked as he lashed it with his tongue.

She wailed as her orgasm exploded within her, Ron's chin becoming coated with her fluids.

Ron was pulling his head away, but Gabrielle gripped it hard, panting, 'Keep going. Use your fingers.'

He put his tongue back to her throbbing clit, sliding two fingers between the sodden lips of her cunt. They slid in easily and he began to explore her hot, moist depths, twisting and turning his fingers.

Her hips were now bucking up and down, her pleasure almost too much to bear.

With his other hand, Ron lightly stroked her perineum, causing more pleasure in this nerve filled zone. His fingers slipped lower and met the small puckered entrance to her arse. Ron tried to slip a finger inside, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Gabrielle. Instead of forging on he read the signs, changing hands, removing his fingers from her cunt and spreading her juices over the tight entrance to her arse.

With a circular, gentle probing he forced his finger past the tight opening, meeting further resistance he pushed harder and her sphincter opened for him. Sliding a second finger alongside he stretched her arse further until he had two fingers buried deep in her arse and cunt.

He continued to lap and suck on her clit as his fingers built a faster rhythm. Deep, guttural moans escaped Gabrielle's lips and Ron's breath was now coming in panting gasps.

He could feel his fingers rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating her two tunnels of pleasure. Ron's excitement was growing to fever pitch in parallel with Gabrielle's. Her hips started to buck wildly as once again her pleasure peaked and she climaxed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Gabrielle ripped off Ron's blindfold and gasped, 'Come for me Ron, I want to see you come.'

Ron shuffled up her body; his rampant cock gripped tightly in his fist and straddled her quivering stomach.

He stroked up and down his shaft, pre-cum gathered in a pool at its tip. He could feel the spunk rising up his cock.

Gabrielle pushed her tits together and Ron exploded over them, growling with satisfaction. He sat down on her stomach, still gripping his spent cock. Then Gabrielle did something that had his cock twitching with life again. She pushed her blushing tits together and upwards, her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she gathered some spunk off the slope of her tits. She sucked upwards and swallowed in one swift movement and collapsed back on the chair, Ron following her into a hot, perspiring embrace of satisfaction.

Their breathing slowly started to return to normal and the perspiration began to cool. Ron stood and went for a blanket, which he covered them both with. No words had been spoken, but Ron's face showed how good he felt. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he cuddled into Gabrielle, closed his eyes and drifted off into a happy sleep.

When Ron awoke Gabrielle was sitting in the chair opposite him looking radiant and refreshed having bathed and dressed. 'Get yourself ready to go out, Ron. It's about time we did something that didn't involve lust.'

Ron bathed, luxuriating in the hot water stream. He was happy and relaxed and was looking forward to what almost sounded like a date.

He left the house with Gabrielle with a spring in his step. For the first half hour they walked around the countryside surrounding Bill's house. No words were spoken; they just enjoyed their closeness and the scenery.

As they were heading towards the nearby village Gabrielle broke the silence. 'Ron you are so much more relaxed than when you arrived here. You are the person Bill always talked about with such fondness, not the haunted soul who first arrived here. But there is still something consuming you and you will have to let it go to fully recover. I can only help you with so much; satisfying sex is not a cure for all ills.'

'It certainly helps though,' replied Ron, a lascivious grin playing on his lips, but deep down knowing she was right.

They had arrived at the village pub. 'Hungry?' asked Gabrielle.

'Starving, let's eat.'

For the next two hours the conversation covered their families, nieces, schooldays and the Tri-Wizard tournament. Ron felt so good talking, laughing and listening without feeling the need to try and impress his way into a girl's pants. It was as pleasurable in its own way as sex had become.

Ron did not want the evening to end, but eventually with no-one else left in the bar and both of them yawning they left.

As they parted at the door they kissed and Gabrielle said, 'Tomorrow we will complete your education, as far as I am able.'

Ron flushed and became erect immediately at this promise, but also felt a sense of loss at the suggestion that his time with Gabrielle was coming to an end.

That night he slept fitfully, caused in equal measure by senses of anticipation and impending loss.

The next morning Ron's sense of anticipation grew with every passing minute.

Gabrielle eventually arrived and upon entering the house burst into laughter.

Ron was sat in the chair facing the door; he was naked with his hard cock in his hand.

'Breakfast is served,' he said, giving it several sharp rubs. Pre-cum was already smeared around its bloated head.

'How long have you been sitting there?' she giggled, covering the space between them quickly, removing her clothes as she went.

She knelt in front of him, her eyes staring straight into his, and slowly lowered her head past his shaft and took his ball sac in her mouth. She rolled them around, teasing them with her tongue, whilst one hand glided up and down his cock, smearing his pre-cum liberally around the head.

Ron could no longer keep eye contact as his head dropped back, his eyes closed and a contented sigh left his lips.

Gabrielle released his balls from their warm cocoon and slid her tongue lightly up the underside of his cock. Reaching the engorged head she teased it with her tongue. Breathing in deeply she smelt and tasted his desire.

She squeezed the head tightly, eliciting a satisfied groan from Ron, opening the single eye and digging her tongue into it.

Opening her mouth fully she slipped her lips over the head, scraping down this most sensitive flesh with her teeth.

Whilst her tongue bathed his hot throbbing flesh, she sucked strongly. Ron felt the constriction at the back of her throat, but she pushed on taking him deeper, breathing through her nose, only returning her mouth to the head when she could no longer breathe.

Ron started to shake, his moans suggesting an imminent orgasm.

'Too soon,' gurgled Gabrielle, withdrawing her mouth and gripping the head of his cock strongly. 'I need fucking today.'

With that she glided up his body, pushing her pussy into his face, her cunt already leaking pungent juices. Ron's tongue shot out, parting her slick labia and greedily licking and probing the depths of her cunt. Gabrielle rubbed her clit on his nose, causing her pleasure bud to throb exquisitely.

She was surprised at how aroused she was and the first waves of orgasm engulfed her and more cunt juices flooded Ron's mouth as she ground her pubis on his nose.

Pushing on his shoulders she lifted herself and slid back down his body. The tip of his engorged, throbbing cock came in contact with her clit and she slid backwards and forwards, her cunt lips caressing his cock, the friction causing them both to moan with pleasure.

Ron's sense of anticipation rose each time she moved against him. He knew what was to come; he was going to fuck her at last. He was desperate to enter her, his cock pulsing with pleasure and desire.

'Gabrielle, please,' he almost begged, 'I need to fuck you.'

Gabrielle smiled and, rising from his hips, plunged down. Ron's cock parted her pussy lips and rose deep inside her.

They moved in unison, Ron upwards each time Gabrielle slid down his cock. Their movements became more fevered, their pubic bones meeting hard and igniting a fire in Gabrielle's clit.

Ron pushed ever deeper, his cock striking her cervix, his excitement building, uttering animal grunts and groans.

Their lips mashed together, exchanging hot breath and saliva, sweat dripping from their bodies.

On the next downward stroke Gabrielle orgasmed again, her pussy leaking more juices, a heady smell of desire rising between them.

When she rose she kept going, Ron pushing upwards with his hips, attempting to stay connected, but they parted. Ron's engorged throbbing cock moving in the air like a flower head trying to find the sun. He moaned at the loss, looking up at Gabrielle pleadingly.

She turned away, kneeling on the floor, her hips high, her head and shoulders on the floor and gasped, 'Fuck my arse, now, fuck my arse.'

Ron slid from the chair, his cock pointing straight at the small puckered entrance of her anus. It was twitching in time with her pussy lips.

The new Ron did not plunge straight in, but pushed two fingers into her cunt, whilst rubbing her clit with his thumb and liberally coated them with her viscous cum juices.

Withdrawing them he smeared their coating over her anus, breathing in the smells of their arousal.

Ron returned his fingers to her cunt. This time he slowly circled the fingers around her arsehole, pressing gently each time. Little by little his fingers made progress entering her passage.

Gabrielle felt a stinging sensation, not unpleasant, as Ron's fingers ploughed deeper. They passed the grasp of her sphincter and the way was easier.

Once more lubricating his fingers, Ron returned them to the warm embrace of her arse, moving them backwards and forwards, fingering her.

Gabrielle began to gasp. 'Your cock. Put your cock inside.'

With one hand on her back, he gripped his cock with the other and guided it to the small entrance. He lodged the throbbing head against the star like opening and pushed gently. The bulbous head of his cock slipped past the opening, there was more resistance, but with one further push his shaft glided in.

Ron paused for a time whilst Gabrielle got used to the feeling of fullness.

When she was ready Gabrielle moved backwards, impaling herself fully on his cock. Ron withdrew until only the head was gripped by her sphincter.

The in and out rhythm increased, both groaning in ecstasy.

Gabrielle reached back with her hand, plunging two fingers into her cunt whilst strumming on her clit with her thumb, the feelings of intense pleasure rippling through her like electricity.

Through the thin membrane separating cunt and arse Ron could feel Gabrielle's fingers running up and down his cock.

His pleasure built to a crescendo and with a wail he came, hot cum shooting into her arse in jets, squeezing back past his cock and soaking his balls.

With two more strong strokes of her thumb Gabrielle came also, her juices mixing with Ron's cum creating an aroma of pure sexual gratification.

Ron collapsed across Gabrielle's back. Their breath coming in gasps, they stayed glued together by their perspiration until their heart beats returned to normal.

Ron's shrinking cock slipped from the grip of Gabrielle's arse. She rolled over and they enveloped each other in a sated embrace, planting small kisses on each other's faces and softly stroking their cooling skin.

Eventually they moved apart, sitting on the sofa in a post-coital glow, clasping hands.

The pair rose and went for a shower, gently washing each other. No words had been spoken since they had finished their sex session. Gabrielle tenderly washed Ron's cock, producing another strong erection. She turned away from him and as he washed her back he slid his cock between her pussy lips and gently fucked her, whilst rubbing her clit, coming together, something Ron had never achieved before.

Leaving the shower Ron towelled Gabrielle dry, and she returned the compliment. Both dressed and returned to the kitchen where they prepared steaks and salads and devoured them hungrily.

Only now did they speak and it was with some sadness that Ron listened as Gabrielle suggested that his education was complete as far as she was able and perhaps it was time for him to return to London.

'There is no more I can show you Ron. However, I sense that there is still something missing. You must return to London and confront your problem to become fully awakened.'

He did not know how she knew. But it was true. He still had to face the issues that were his feelings for Hermione.

When Ron returned to work it was with a spring in his step. He exchanged cheery greetings with all he met, receiving puzzled glances from some, remembering the surly, moody Ron of recent times.

He worked with gusto, though still not very well, agreeing to stay on when needed and covering for absent colleagues.

People began to invite him out after work and he fought his way back into the Ministry Quidditch team.

His relationships with the fairer sex were much improved, one secretary commenting that he had taken her out three times, 'And still not tried anything. Do you think somebody else has taken over his body using Polyjuice potion?' At which comment the group of girls she was with collapsed in giggles.

Later, when they had been to bed, the same secretary commented that he had been an attentive, passionate lover and they were convinced someone had put a spell on him.

Ron felt good, renewing old friendships and repairing broken ones. He moved into a larger flat where he could entertain and have parties.

However, despite this and his enhanced reputation as a lover, he did not form any long term bonds with women. He preferred one night stands, and despite the quality of the sex for both parties, he realised Gabrielle was right about a missing ingredient in his life: his relationship with Hermione.

If you have gotten this far, I thank you. Please leave any comments you wish, all will be appreciated.

The next chapter will be up soon and deals with Ron's infatuation with Hermione and how it is cured through encounters with her and Lucius.