Fast forward: Ron ad Daphne, December 22nd, 1998

Ron stood up and offered Daphne his hand. They left the room quickly through the portrait, followed by the whistles and cheers of the group.

They walked hand in hand down the castle's corridors. Ron was not sure what to suggest, he didn't want Daphne to feel pressured to do something she was not ready for. Still, if, as he suspected, they were heading to the Slytherin dungeons, that was a long way.

He smiled at her and pulled her into an alcove. She laughed a sweet sound. She was not a short girl, but Ron was very tall. So he pulled her up from the waist and sat her on a niche on the wall, and she instinctively spread her legs and pulled him closer in. He felt a jolt of electricity (is that what the muggles call it?) running through his whole body. He looked into her blue eyes and run his fingers on her silky hair. Her breath was shallow, anticipating. He cupped her face and kissed her. It tasted like firewhisky and sweets from Honeyduke's. That make him ravenous and he intensified the kiss. She responded in kind. He devoured her mouth for a while before kissing and licking down her jaw, to her neck, to nibble on her pulse. She moaned loudly, a sound that made his already hard cock feel like a rock, and he grind through his jeans into the crotch of her delectable little shorts. She held roughly to his hair, pulling it and making him more aggressive. He ripped her top half way and went down to feast on her breasts. She had half a mind to cast a disillusionment charm on the alcove before giving into the feeling of being there, wearing tight muggle shorts with high heel boots, with her blouse ripped, breasts exposed and her legs spread to feel a dragon tamer grind against her. So not what her mother would want. So fucking good.

"Ron -she breathed- we should make it to the dungeons, I don't think McGonagall wants this much display of house unity".

Ron laughed. She did a quick reparo to her blouse. He wiggled his eyebrows

"Can I offer you a ride? We'll be there faster."

He turned around and offered his back for a piggy bag ride. She laughed and jump on it. He grabbed her legs (oh sweet joy) and she hooked her arms over his shoulders across his chest. Then he ran for it. On the way down there they crossed Harry's Patronus

"You're sleeping in the dungeons tonight."

He smirked. The things you do for your best friend.

When they made it to the entrance she said the password and inside pointed to her room. He let her down on the bed and turned to climb on top of her. They continued kissing desperately.

"How did you know where the entrance was?" she asked exposing her neck for him to kiss"

He laughed and answered in between little bites

"My brothers started Weasley's Wizards Wizzhes and my best friend is Harry Potter. I can take you to places in this castle you never knew existed."

That made her even hornier. Ronald Weasley was a good kind of bad boy. She pulled her top over her head, exposing her breasts. He took off his sweatshirt and unzipped his jeans. Obviously, he was not wearing anything underneath. He loomed over her, taking in the view

"So beautiful"

Then he trailed kisses and nibbles from her mouth, down her jawline, neck, and breasts, where he indulged for a while. Then he continued down until he reached the region below her belly button, where he unzipped her shorts and pulled them down. The tiny lace panties were so soaked they may melt, so he decided to just pull them off. He buried his face in her center, wolfish, desperate. She loved it. It was everything she had fantasized about since she saw him cross the barrier to the train platform. She looked down and the view of his long hair in disarrange, the muscular arms holding onto her thighs and the hint of the leather necklace where she knew the dragon tooth was hanging took her over the edge. She came hard, arching her back and shouting his name. He let her ride her ecstasy on his face until her body relaxed. He climbed on top of her

"Daphne I can't take it anymore. I'm not going to last."

She pulled him down for a kiss and lasciviously licked herself from his face

"Is not like we don't have all night. Come for me, Ron"

He slid himself inside of her and let his lust take over. She was everything he daydreamed of, everything he imagined all those nights in his bed stroking himself. The feeling of his manhood pulsing inside of her was as close to paradise as it would ever get.

They laid on her bed, laced on each other, kissing and caressing. He lifted himself on his side resting his head on his hand while tracing intricate patterns on her skin with his other hand.

"Have you ever been to Eastern Europe? He asked"

She shook her head no.

"But I have thought about it. My mother wants me to be a perfect pureblood wife, but I want more. I want to study wandlore, and I thought I would prefer to be far from home, maybe apprentice under house Gregorovitch. I heard his descendants are keeping the craft alive."

Ron smiled, pensive. Maybe life had a way to make things present themselves at the right time.