Previously on Machinations…
How long have you been planning this?" Fleur asked, stepping forward, the ring box in her hand.
"For a while now. I did some research on Wizarding Law, and the lords of noble houses in Wizarding Britain are allowed to take more than one spouse if they are the last living male heir of that house. It's an obscure law that is not in common practice anymore, but it is legal." Ron stated.
Ginny looked at the rings for a moment before seeming to come to a decision. "My answer is yes." She said, smiling.
Striding forward, Luna copied the gesture. "I do love you, Ronald, but I'm not ready for this stage of our relationship just yet. I'm not saying no, just not yet." She said, pulling back, a smile on her face.
Fleur shook her head sadly, tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Ron. I do care for you, but I'm not sure that it would work." She said, turning away and running out of the room
"We didn't. Ron…it's not Bill's child." Fleur said, looking up at him.
"Then whose child…ohhh. Okay then." Ron said, taking a half step forward into the room before falling flat onto the floor, face first, in a dead faint.
"Ginny seems a bit upset. I'll go talk to her and try and see what's bothering her." Hermione said, following after Ginny.
"I'm happy for Ron and Fleur but…" She stated, falling silent at the end.
"But you're also feeling a bit jealous and insecure because your relationship with Ron will never be able to become public or legitimate. You can't be his wife even though you are his lover." Hermione rightly guessed as Ginny nodded.
They stood under the stars in a clearing in the garden, swearing an oath, each pledging loyalty to the coven, and swearing to uphold its secrets.
"Ron, we won't have many secrets from each other when the bond is complete. Chances are we will end up seeing awkward or embarrassing things about each other." Hermione stated.
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Machinations
Chapter 13
They had actually found it. It was all thanks to Harry and Hermione, of course. He wasn't smart enough to figure out the location, but here they were. Unfortunately, the cave-in had split them up, trapping Ron on the wrong side. He wasn't able to save Ginny, and Harry got to be the hero AGAIN! He not only battled and killed a giant, deadly snake but he saved Ginny.
Ginny, his sister, and now so much more. He was amazed at how quickly their relationship changed. Visions of her naked in his arms swimming before him, sneaking out to the barn, trading secret kisses and touches in the dead of night. Ginny, his sweet perfect Ginny.
"Ron. Ron, wake up. We need to get ready. You can't sleep all morning. The Hogwarts Express leaves at 11 am today." Ginny said, shaking him awake.
Groaning, Ron sat up and stretched, the blankets falling down around his waist, revealing a bare, muscled chest. "Alright, alright. I'm up, Gin Gin." He groaned, looking at her, his eyes roving over her. Ginny was dressed in a pair of form-fitting jeans; a maroon jumper and she had her hair pulled back in two long ponytails.
Grinning, Ron reached for her, pulling her down against him, his lips claiming hers. Ginny let out a startled gasp but quickly returned the kiss, pulling away hesitantly.
"Ron, you need to get dressed and get downstairs. The Delacours will be here soon, remember? We're all going to have breakfast together and spend a little while visiting before we leave for the platform together." Ginny said, sitting on her heels on the bed.
"Breakfast can wait a few minutes. First, you need to take care of a problem for me." Ron said, smirking up at her from where he lay, propped up on his left elbow.
Gaping, Ginny stared at him, completely speechless for a moment. "Breakfast can wait? Did I hear him right?" She thought to herself. "Um, what prob…oh Ron seriously?" She said, watching as Ron kicked off the blanket revealing his cock tenting the fabric of his boxers.
"Get to it, Gin Gin," Ron said, smirking as he tugged his boxers down, revealing his cock, hard and throbbing.
"But Ron, what if someone comes up? We're short on time. The Delacours…oomph. Ouch, Ron, that hurts." Ginny said, rubbing her arm.
Smirking, Ron set his wand on the side table and nodded towards his erection. "Get to it, Gin Gin." He said imperiously.
Shaking her head and sighing, Ginny muttered under her breath but leaned down, stroking his cock with one hand, slowly jacking the shaft as her free hand cupped and played with his balls.
"Mm, that's better, Gin Gin," Ron mumbled, his right hand settling on the back of her head, fingers tangling in the few loose strands of her hair.
Glaring up at him, Ginny slowly licked up and down the shaft, her wet, velvet tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft before flicking across the tip, lapping up a droplet of pre-cum leaking from the slit.
Moaning loudly, Ron's hips bucked, pushing upwards softly, silently encouraging Ginny to take him into her mouth. "Merlin's beard. You're so good at this, Gin." He muttered.
"He is such a prat. It's a good thing I love him." A voice said, in the back of Ron's mind. Shaking his head, Ron looked around, trying to figure out where the voice came from. With a start, he realized he was hearing what Ginny was thinking at that moment. "I love you too, Gin Gin." He thought to himself, focusing on the voice he heard in his mind.
Surprised, Ginny paused, looking up at him, a blush tinting her cheeks as he smirked at her. Returning to her task, Ginny took him back into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him harder, making him moan louder, his fingers gripping her ponytail as he thrust roughly in and out of her mouth, the head of his cock ramming against the entrance to her throat.
With a quick movement, he thrust his hips hard against her face, making Ginny gag slightly as the head of his cock popped into her throat. After a few seconds to adjust, Ginny began deepthroating his cock, her lips and tongue working his shaft, driving Ron crazy with lust.
His head spinning, Ron thrust frantically into her mouth and throat, his hips arching off the bed, as he moaned her name loudly, his cock pulsing, swelling in her throat, spurting rope after rope of hot cum down her gullet into her belly before collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily, his brow glistening slightly with the sweat of his exertion, his cock softening and slipping from Ginny's mouth as he reached down, tugging her up into his arms, a satisfied grin on his face as he held her.
Smiling, Ron cuddled Ginny against his chest, his fingers reaching up to cup her cheek as he kissed the crown of her head. "I love you, Gin Gin." He whispered softly, his fingers toying with a strand of her hair.
Blushing, Ginny lay with her head on Ron's chest, her eyes gazing up at him as he held her. "I love you too, Ron." She sighed, sitting up slowly.
"If you two are done, you need to hurry up and get ready. The Delacours just fire called. They'll be here in twenty minutes." Hermione said, standing in the doorway.
Nodding, Ron glanced at her, his arms still around Ginny's shoulders. "I got it. I'll be down soon. Thanks, Hermione." He said.
"See you downstairs then," Hermione said, turning and leaving with Ginny following a few steps behind her.
Ron sighed, standing and kicking off his boxers. Turning, he walked to the wardrobe and selected an outfit. He settled on a maroon t-shirt with a golden Gryffindor lion on the right breast, a pair of red boxers with the Chudley cannons logo and matching socks, and a pair of jeans. Laying them on the bed, he turned, heading for the private master bath to shower, shave and brush his teeth and hair.
Fifteen minutes later, Ron walked downstairs to the parlor where the girls were sitting around, waiting for the Delacours to arrive.
"Thank heavens. You made it just in time, Ronald. Honestly." Hermione said, shaking her head and sighing.
"Sorry, Hermione. I was a little occupied with some things but I'm here now." Ron said, awkwardly.
"Yes, we know exactly what you were up too, Ronald. We have a small degree of access to each other's thoughts now thanks to our bond." Luna said, smirking at him over a copy of the latest Quibbler issue.
"So…so you know that I was err…" Ron stammered, blushing.
"Hard at work doing what you do so well? Yes, we do." Luna said, giggling.
Nearby, Ginny rolled her eyes as Hermione stood to the side, sighing.
"Enough, all of you. My family will be here any minute." Fleur said, catching their attention.
Just then the flames in the fireplace turned green and shot up as the first to arrive, Mr. Delacour stepped out of the fireplace, with a black school trunk in tow. He stood aside to make room as his wife and daughter followed quickly behind him.
Mrs. Delacour stepped out and walked towards her husband, whispering a few words in his ear before heading towards Fleur, leaving her husband to stare at them with a somewhat curious expression on his face.
Gabrielle, flushed with excitement over the idea of a new school, made a beeline for Hermione, spouting off a rapid series of questions about Hogwarts, the train and what she could expect upon arriving, with Hermione trying desperately to keep up.
Meanwhile, Fleur experienced a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach as her mother fixed her with a pointed look and asked to speak with her alone, in a more secluded area.
Nervously, Fleur led her mother out of the parlor and upstairs to her bedroom on the second floor. "Um, w…what did you want to talk about, mum?" She asked nervously, turning to face her mother.
Fixing her daughter with a pointed look, she spoke softly. "How long have you been sleeping with him?"
Gaping, Fleur tried to think of something to say. "Err, what do you mean? Sleeping with who?" She asked, near panic-stricken.
"Don't give me that, Fleur. The young Weasley boy. His scent is all over you." Mrs. Delacour said, shaking her head.
"How did you…? Does dad know?" Fleur said, collapsing on the bed, shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Not yet. But he will find out eventually. I assume you plan to keep the child?" Her mother asked, looking at her.
"Wh…of course I do," Fleur said, shocked that her mother would even ask.
"Well, at least he is a Veela. Small miracles." Mrs. Delacour said, sitting beside her daughter and taking her hand in his. "Have you told the boy about the baby yet?" She continued, in a softer voice.
"He knows," Fleur said, glancing at her mother.
"I see he gave you a ring. It looks just like the one that Miss Lovegood is wearing." Mrs. Delacour gave her daughter a questioning look.
"It's a long story," Fleur said, sighing.
"And his sister? I assume she is his sister." Mrs. Delacour stated.
"I…err…um well..." Fleur stammered.
"These English wizards have a habit of marrying cousins to keep their bloodlines pure. I suppose a sister isn't too much of a stretch, not that I approve, of course. Do you love him?" Mrs. Delacour asked, looking her daughter in the eye.
"Of course I do. I…I have no regrets about being with him." Fleur said, regaining her confidence in the face of her mother's intimidating gaze.
Nodding to herself, she took a deep breath and spoke again.
Half an hour later, Fleur and her mother entered the parlor. Ron gave her a questioning look and Fleur shook her head.
"Why don't we retire to the dining hall now? Breakfast is ready. I hope you're all hungry." Ron said awkwardly, trying to ease some of the tension he sensed was building between Fleur, her mother and himself.
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Later that morning they said goodbye to Fleur who took the floo to Hogsmeade, to meet up with Headmistress McGonagall while they set out for Platform 9 ¾ and the Hogwarts Express.
After casting featherlight charms on each of their trunks, Ron took the lead, flooing first to the Platform so he could help each of the girls, with their now considerably lighter trunks, out of the floo and onto the Platform proper.
The scarlet steam engine loomed large as they said their goodbyes to the Delacours, and boarded the train, ready to start a brand-new year at Hogwarts.
TBC
In part 2 of Chapter 13, the journey to Hogwarts and Fleur meets with McGonagall.