Machinations
Chapter 2
The door opened revealing Ginny dressed in a hot pink t-shirt which was stretched over her ample tits and a denim skirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Ron, what do you…mmph…" Ginny started, cut off as Ron forced his way inside her room, pulling her into a kiss as he closed the door behind him with his foot, his hands moving to grope her pert ass, smacking the firm cheeks.
"Ron, what are you doing? Mum could come up at any moment." Ginny said, pulling back from him.
"No, she won't, Gin Gin. She's busy making lunch. You heard her." Ron said, casting locking and silencing charms on the door before stuffing his wand in his pocket and reaching down to unfasten his jeans.
"Ron, please. Not in the house." Ginny tried desperately.
"Fine then. Tonight, in the barn. I'm going to fuck you senseless tonight, Gin Gin." Ron said, sighing and fastening up his pants again.
"For goodness sake, Ron. You're a member of the Wizengamot now. We have to stop doing this." Ginny said quietly, sitting down on the bed.
Ron sat beside her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, hugging her to his chest. "Your mine, Gin Gin. I'll decide when we stop. I love you." Ron muttered, claiming her lips in a kiss, ignoring her weak attempts to push him away.
"But Ron…" Ginny sighed, trailing off slowly and looking away.
"You can say what you want, Gin Gin, but I know you enjoy it as much as I do," Ron said, smirking, leaning back against the cool wooden headboard.
"That's not the point, Ron," Ginny stated, shaking her head.
"Then what is the point?" Ron asked, looking at her.
"You're the lord of an Ancient and Noble House now, and a member of the Wizengamot. You need to look to the future. You're going to have to marry one day and sire an heir to inherit your legacy." Ginny said softly.
"You can be my bride, Gin Gin. Spread your legs for me and bear my heirs." Ron said, smirking from where he lay reclining against the headboard of her bed.
"This isn't a joke, Ron. You should take this seriously. You need a well-born bride to further your line." Ginny stated firmly, her cheeks flushing crimson at his words.
"I'm being serious, Gin. You belong to me. I'll not let anyone else have you." Ron said, pulling her into his arms and hugging her possessively to his chest.
Sighing, Ginny swatted him on the arm before laying her head on his shoulder. "You're going to have to grow up soon enough, Ron. The real world isn't all fun and games." She thought to herself.
They spent the next half hour cuddling in Ginny's bed before Ron's stomach gave a loud rumble and Ginny sighed, shaking her head. "Let's go downstairs. Lunch should be ready by now." She stated, standing up and heading towards the door.
Walking into the kitchen Ginny and Ron sat at the table, where Mrs. Weasley had laid out a platter of corned beef sandwiches and a pitcher of ice-cold pumpkin juice. "Oh kids, there you are. Your new robes arrived from Madam Malkin's. After you finish your lunch go hang them up neatly in your closets." Mrs. Weasley said, bustling about the kitchen.
Helping themselves to sandwiches, Ron and Ginny nodded. "Yes, mum." They both said. Just then a tawny owl flew in the kitchen window and landed on the table in front of Ron, stretching out its leg with a letter attached.
Ron untied the letter and the owl flew away. Turning it over in his hand, Ron paled when he saw the Ministry of Magic insignia on the front. "It's from the Ministry," Ron said, opening the letter.
"Read it out loud, Ron. What does it say?" Mrs. Weasley asked, sitting down at the table.
Unfolding the parchment Ron read the document aloud.
"Dear Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley Dumbledore.
"We the Ministry of Magic, Magical Inheritances department, would like to congratulate you on your acceptance of the Lordship of the Ancient and Noble House of Dumbledore. Please come to our offices in the Ministry, at your earliest convenience, to sign important documents relating to your inheritance."
Hoping you are well,
Athelbert Waldermann.
Head of the Department of Magical Inheritances
Folding the letter up, Ron sighed. "Great, another outing to a stuffy old office." He thought. Just then another owl flew in the window and landed on the table in front of Ron, sticking out its leg. "Good heavens." Molly gasped.
Wondering what this letter was about, Ron relieved the owl of its burden and examined the envelope, this one bearing the official insignia of the Wizengamot on the front cover. Opening the envelope, he read the second letter aloud.
"Dear Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley Dumbledore.
It is with great pleasure that we welcome you into the exalted ranks of the Wizengamot. You will be inducted into our august body at the next sitting of the Wizengamot, at Eleven o'clock on the morning of October 16th of this year. You are to arrive at least one full hour before the Wizengamot sits if possible, to discuss matters relating to your new station and its responsibilities. Please dress accordingly."
Sincerely yours,
Tiberius Ogden
Speaker of the Wizengamot.
Ron let out a breath and looked around the table. "Oh Ron, this is so wonderful. We'll go to the Ministry tomorrow afternoon to fill out the forms you need to take care of then we will have a big family dinner tomorrow night to celebrate. I'm going to go floo call, everyone, right now. Your father will be so proud." Mrs. Weasley gushed, smiling profusely and standing up from the table, walking into the den.
Ron and Ginny finished their lunch and then carried the unshrunk parcels containing their robes from Madam Malkin's to their rooms to hang them up in the closets. When Ron walked back down the stairs he saw Ginny on the landing outside her room holding her new firebolt.
"Hey Ron, do you want to go for a fly? I want to try out my new broom." Ginny asked. "Sure. I'll go get my broom from the shed and meet you out in the orchard." Ron said as they headed outside.
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It had begun to get dark by the time they returned to the house a few hours later and stowed their brooms safely in the garden shed. Walking inside, they went up to change clothes before heading downstairs to the den.
"Good news, kids. Fred and George are taking the evening off from their store tomorrow to come here for dinner, and Bill and Fleur will be here too. Oh, and Ron, I talked to your father and he said to tell you he's proud of you too." Molly said, looking up at them from a chair in the den where she sat reading a copy of "Useful Spells for the Home."
"When's dad coming home?" Ginny asked sitting down on the sofa.
"He won't be home until late tonight or early tomorrow, I'm afraid." Molly sighed, before continuing. "After the attack on Hogwarts earlier this year, the Ministry sent him and several other departments to investigate the room where the death eaters got in. They want everything in that room sorted and cataloged before the new school year starts next month, in case there is anything else that could pose a threat to the security of Hogwarts.
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Late that night after everyone was asleep, Ron and Ginny snuck out of the house and crept across the lawn, moving quickly towards the barn. Opening the door for her, Ron followed Ginny inside, closing the door behind him and casting the usual charms before quickly stripping out of his clothes, his eyes wandering over to Ginny who was quickly doing the same.
Taking her hand, Ron pulled her into his arms, his hands settling on her hips, he lifted her up off the ground and pulled her tight against him, her legs wrapping around his waist as he ground his cock against her core. "Gods Ginny. I want you so bad." Ron said, gazing into her eyes as he pressed her roughly up against the hard-stone wall of the barn.
Reaching down, Ron guided the head of his cock past her glistening pink lips and buried himself inside her to the hilt with one long, slow thrust, a loud moan escaping his lips as Ginny clung tight to his shoulders, her heels pulling him deeper inside her. "Do you love me, Ron? Truly?" She whispered into his ear, afraid to breathe.
"Mm fuck yes. More than anything, Gin Gin." Ron muttered softly, his eyes shut tight as he thrust in and out of her wet, warm cunny, his hands on her hips, his lips trailing soft kisses across her alabaster skin. Her mind racing, Ginny tried to lose herself in the moment.
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Ron woke up the next morning and dressed quickly, his stomach rumbling. Casting a quick tempus charm, 12:16 pm, Ron sighed. He had been up late last night with Ginny in the barn. Starting down the stairs, Ron passed Ginny's room. The door was open, and Ginny was in her room, lying on her bed reading one of her new school texts.
"Hey, Gin," Ron said, smiling softly when she looked up at him.
Ginny looked up from her book, her eyes roaming over Ron's torso up to his face. Lately, she had found herself staring at him a lot when they were alone. He was rather attractive when he wasn't stuffing his face. Thoughts of last night flashing through her mind, Ginny flushed and looked away. "Hey, Ron. You missed breakfast by about six hours. Mom's starting lunch soon." She mumbled softly.
"Just great. I can't believe I missed breakfast again." Ron muttered, walking into her room and flopping down beside Ginny on her bed, his hand reaching out for hers, intertwining their fingers as he trailed kisses along her wrist.
"It's your own fault for sleeping all day, Ron," Ginny said, trying and failing to focus on her book.
"Well if you didn't keep me awake half the night, I wouldn't have slept all morning, Gin Gin," Ron said, smirking.
"Merlin, you're such an ass. Now shut your mouth. The door is open. Somebody could hear you." She said, jerking her arm away from him and angrily smacking his arm with her book.
Sighing, Ron leaned over her, kissing the back of her neck. "I'm sorry, Gin Gin. I love you." He whispered softly, causing her breath to hitch in her throat before he pulled away, standing up from the bed. "I'm going to go see if lunch is ready yet. Coming?" He asked, pausing in her doorway.
"Sure. Why not?" Ginny sighed, standing from her bed and following Ron down the stairs. Walking into the kitchen they found Mr. Weasley sitting at the table eating lunch. He looked up when they entered. "Ah kids, there you are. Ron, your mom told me the good news. I'm so proud of you." He said, setting down his knife and fork.
"It was delicious, dear. Thank you. I have to get to work now, but I arranged for Perkins to fill in for me, so I could make it home for dinner tonight." Mr. Weasley said, standing and kissing his wife goodbye. Underneath the table, Ginny swatted Ron's hand which had been inching slowly towards the hem of her skirt. Turning to glare at him, she saw him smirking at her.
As Mrs. Weasley put their lunch on the table, a brown barn owl flew in the window with the afternoon edition of the Daily Prophet. Picking it up, Molly Weasley gasped, looking at the cover. On the front page in bold print.
"DUMBLEDORE'S HEIR IDENTIFIED"
Legendary Wizard Albus Dumbledore died two months ago, murdered by a member of the teaching staff, Potions Master Severus Tobias Snape who is now wanted for murder and war crimes, in what can only be described as an unforgivable act of betrayal by a trusted friend and longtime colleague.
We learned today that Dumbledore prepared a will, perhaps suspecting that he may be nearing his end, a year ago at Gringotts. The will was later ratified by both the Ministry and the Wizengamot and is officially recognized as legitimate and legally binding.
In his will, Albus Dumbledore, Head of the Ancient and Noble House of Dumbledore, names as his heir, a Mister Ronald Bilius Weasley. Credible sources have identified Mr. Weasley as the youngest son of Arthur and Molly Weasley, a student at Hogwarts in his Seventh year and a longtime friend of the Chosen One, Harry Potter himself. Mr. Weasley is now 17 and recognized as an adult, which means he can now claim the full rights and privileges of his new inheritance, which include the Lordship of the Ancient and Noble House of Dumbledore, all of its wealth and properties, which we're told are extensive, and yes, even House Dumbledore's Hereditary seat on the Wizengamot. Mr. Ronald Bilius Weasley is now among the most prominent young wizards in Wizarding Britain today, and we are told he is currently unattached, which is good news for all you witches out there. Witnesses state that Mr. Weasley left the bank after claiming his inheritance and visited a number of shops in Diagon Alley.
This article brought to you by Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."
Ron sat stunned as his mother finished reading the article. "I'm famous now. Rich and famous just like Harry is." He thought to himself, pride swelling within him. Turning to face Ginny, he grinned before digging into his lunch with gusto.
TBC
Next Chapter. Ron visits the Ministry, the Weasleys have a family dinner at the Burrow and Ron becomes jealous.
