A/N sorry it's a bit later than normal and a bit short. Struggled a bit not letting this become smut.
Once they reach her door she opens it and he takes her inside placing her gently on the bed. He hesitates unsure if he should stay or go.
"Stay," Lavender says grabbing his wrist. He nods and perches himself on the edge of her bed. She moves up to sit right beside him.
"We haven't had much of a chance to talk. Where is it you go all day? Do you have a job?"
"Nah. Not a paid one anyway. We're fixing up Hogwarts. It's hard work. We found another body yesterday. McGonagoll reckons it won't be the last," he sighs.
"Oh that's awful," she says wrapping her hands around his arm.
"Most of its alright. Bit of a laugh actually. You should come and help too. You know, when you're stronger," Ron replies.
"It's just taking so long," she huffs. "My legs are sore and achy where I haven't used them much."
"You got cream for them didn't you? Are you massaging in it right?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I've probably been a little lazy with the cream," she admits.
"Give it here then," he sighs holding out his hand.
"What?"
"The cream. I'll give you a massage if you give it here," he says.
She hesitates.
"Unless you don't want me to," he says pulling away.
"It's not that. It's just last night we almost got carried away," she tells him.
"I'll be good. Promise," he grins.
"Maybe that's what I'm afraid of," she laughs handing him the pot.
He scoots back on the bed patting his lap for her to swing her legs up. Lavender lays back on her bed resting against her pillows.
"Just lay back and enjoy," he grins at her. The book Fred and George gave him for his seventeenth had a section on massages.
He starts with her feet. First one then the other he moves slowly up her legs alternating from one to the other. He's firm but doesn't hurt her. He's thorough. The cream is rubbed into every inch of her skin. He starts with large circles to spread the cream then smaller ones to work it in. When it comes to her thighs he moves so he's knelt between her legs. He lifts each leg to rest on his shoulder to give him better access. Lavender is just trying to resist the urge to squirm and moan. He hasn't even been near an erogenous zone yet. Yet. She realises as he starts to work her inner thigh slowly inching up. His finger tips brush her soaked panties. He draws back blushing.
"Sorry didn't mean to go that high," he says grinning shyly. "It was meant to just be a nice massage."
"It was. A nice massage," she says looking up at him.
"You seem to have been enjoying it," he says holding up his still wet fingers. She gaps at him as he licks them off. She shudder runs through her as she watches his tongue dart out and over the digits tasting her.
"Mmm," he says staring in her eyes. He moves off the bed. A glance at his crotch tells her she wasn't the only one affected.
"Another time," he grins at her moving towards the door. With his hand on the handle he hesitates staring at her. Waiting for her to make a move. She gets up and joins him by the door.
"Thank you. For the massage," she says.
"Your welcome," he smirks at her.
She leans in and places a quick kiss on his lips before pulling back.
"Good night Ron," she says.
"Good night," he replies leaving and closing the door behind him.
So much for taking things slow she thinks as she throws herself back on the bed.
She reaches for Parvati's letter eager for a distraction. She scans it. Gushing over the events of last night takes up the first half. The second however contains Parvati's news.
Padma attempted suicide. She sits up reading more carefully. Padma revealed she had been pregnant before the battle and felt she had nothing else to live for. Parvati found her unconscious and took her to St Mungo's.
Their parents have returned from India apologising for not realising how serious it was, leaving Parvati feeling like she hadn't done enough to help her sister. The next day couldn't come fast enough. Her friend needed her.
She started to get ready for bed glancing again at the chest of her mother's things feeling more guilty by the day for not opening it. She goes over and traces the inlay on the lid. The beautiful swirling mother of pearl shows the quality of the work, the types of things that may rest inside.
Molly had kept this for her. Selling just the chest could have fed the whole Weasley family for years. She knew they'd never had a lot of money. She moves away. Not ready to view the contents. Perhaps she could bring Parvati and George up here tomorrow to go through it with her. She doesn't think she can do it alone.
She climbs back in bed thinking about Ron. His hands felt so good. She's determined to take this slow though. What is it about that boy that makes her want to dive in head first?
She gets comfortable and her eyes are just starting to drift shut when she hears a faint knock. She gets up and opens the door.
"I tried. I'm sorry can I stay with you tonight?" George says avoiding looking her in the eyes.
"Of course," she replies opening the door wide. He climbs onto the bed and takes his spot by the wall. She climbs in beside him as he curls himself around her.
"I won't make a habit of this," he mumbles in her ear as he drops off to sleep faster than she thought possible.
She doesn't believe him.
