CHAPTER 2: SLUMBER

Ron sat on his bed tapping the stopper of the large bottle of sleeping draught rhythmically. The potion had been prescribed to his mother by a Healer when his father had first been admitted to St Mungos after Naginis attack. He distinctly recalled her adamantly refusing to take the concoction, insisting she needed to be able to attend fathers beside at any given moment. Her exact words being something along the lines of you'd have more luck rousing the dead, than you would waking me from that potions slumber.

A deep, unwakeable slumber. That could be just the thing he needed to finally garner some satisfaction from his frigid witch. He climbed off his bed and knelt before his old Hogwarts trunk, digging through his potions equipment he pulled out a minuscule glass vial. He cast a quick Scorgify on the container to be safe and decanted a small portion of the draught. Wrapping the large bottle in his Gryffindor scarf he carefully placed it into his trunk before closing the lid. He stood and held the glass vial up before him, examining its contents. He was prepared, now he just needed to patiently await the perfect opportunity.

Suddenly he heard the old wooden step outside his bedrooms landing creak, a tell-tale signal of someone's approach. He pocketed the small vial just in time to turn and see Harry enter the room.

"What's up mate?" Ron queried, as casually as he could muster.

"Dinner's ready, your mum sent me up to find you." Harry replied with a shrug.

"Listen Ron." He amended in a hushed tone, poked his head back out the doorway to ensure no one was listening before he continued. "We really need to get together and knuckle down a plan. After your Mum goes to bed tonight we are all going to meet up in the girl's room to talk."

All Ron could do was offer a curt nod in response, barely capable of containing his glee. Who could have thought such a spectacular opportunity would fall into his lap so swiftly. He followed Harry down the stairs and into the kitchen, his mind running through all the possible ways to administer the potion.

Hermione was already sat at the dinner table when they arrived so Ron made his way over to claim the vacant seat by her side. As he sat beside her he bent over to place a chaste kiss on her soft lips. She smiled shyly before muttering, "Hi".

"Hey babe. Look I'm sorry about this afternoon." He supplied, knowing all too well it was what the witch wanted to hear.

"Thank you Ron. We have just been moving so fast. I would really appreciate if we could slow things down a little." She whispered.

He forced a smiled onto his face and nodded in response. Fucking too fast? They had been snogging for what felt like forever now and the witch hadn't so much as let him see her tits. Well no matter, he would be remedying that situation in no time.

Dinner passed excruciatingly slow, the whole while his cock remained semi hard in anticipation. At the end of the table he spied his mother stifling a yawn, seizing his opportunity he called out, "Mum, you're bloody exhausted. In fact everyone looks buggered. Why don't you all head up to bed and Harry and I will clean up."

Her eyes narrowed in response, rightfully suspicious of his offer. Just as she was about to protest his father spoke up, "come now Molly, the boy is right. You've been running yourself ragged with this wedding preparation. Let the kids clean up and come to bed."

He stood, grasping his wives hand and dragged her from the kitchen before she had the chance to object.

Once only the four of them remained in the kitchen Harry reached over and clapped him on the shoulder, "nice one mate. Let's get this mess sorted so we can discuss our plan."

With the kitchen now spotless Ginny grabbed Harry's hand and began to lead him from the room, Hermione following closely behind the pair turned and asked, "Are you coming?"

"You guys head up, I'm just going to make us all some hot cocoa." He responded with a genuine smile.

Hermione returned his smile, before leaving him alone in the kitchen. He headed for the cupboard and produced four large mugs, filling each to the brim with steaming cocoa. He topped the two girl's mugs each with a fluffy pink marshmallow and Harry and his own with a white as to easily tell them apart. He looked around once to make certain he was alone before pulling the small vial of sleeping draught from his pocket. He placed exactly three drops into each of the girl's drinks, enough to ensure they would not so much as flutter an eyelid throughout the night but still wake come morning. He needed to be cautious with the dose, it would be most unfortunate if the girls were to slip into a coma. As solid as his plan was, that sort of miscalculation could easily trace back to him.

When he entered his sister and Hermione's room Harry and Ginny were yet again in midst of an argument. The pair were debating passionately the pros and cons of her joining them on their hunt. Ron rolled his eyes, despite Ginny's continual protests, this decision was settled long ago. He placed the drink tray down on the room's small wooden desk and made certain to grab the two pink topped beverages. He walked over to where is girlfriend sat atop her bed and offered her the laced beverage. She took the proffered mug and smiled at him thankfully before taking a small sip of the sweet liquid. He grinned triumphantly, if only she knew what awaited her this night. He bent down and kissed her on the forehead before making his way over to Ginny with the second mug of drugged cocoa.

He cleared his throat interrupting their repetitive argument and stretched his hand out offering Ginny the beverage. His sister, in true Weasley fashion, began to guzzle down her cocoa eagerly. He made his way back to the drink tray, trying not to show his true excitement. He offered Harry his beverage and then took his own, climbing onto Hermione's plush mattress and settling himself by her side.

Ginny, having drained her mug, began to drift off in not time. Harry and Hermione discussed their plan to leave, and some bizarre idea to leave a poltergeist in his place. He tried to listen to the words they spoke but he found himself transfixed on his witch's lips. Watching her slowly sip her beverage, every so often of tongue darting forth to catch an errant drop. As she finished the last of her beverage and placed her empty mug down he exhaled a relieved sigh, his scheme might just work yet.

Hermione yawned and looked over to where Ginny lay fast asleep, "I'm sorry boys but I think I'm going to need to get some sleep. We will have to take more about this tomorrow night."

"No worries babe, you get some rest. I love you." He said as he walked over to collect her mug and give her a brief kiss goodnight.

Ron followed Harry back to their room, his anticipation growing with each step. The two wizards readied themselves for bed in relative quietude. Climbing beneath his covers he lent back, casually resting his hands behind his head and stared up at the roof. He lay there in suspenseful silence, eagerly awaiting an indication that Harry had finally drifted off to sleep.

After what felt like an eternity he heard Harry begin to snore softly and Ron grinned keenly like a Cheshire cat. He tossed the covers from his body and grasped his wand. He crept to the bedroom door quietly, adeptly circumnavigating the room's frustratingly squeaky floorboards. He cracked open the door and glanced back at Harry one last time to ensure his roommate was truly asleep. Poking his head out to make certain the coast was clear he stepped out in the hall and made his way swiftly towards his witch.

Having reached their door he glanced around before hastily entering the room. After locking the door and casting a thorough silencing charm he cautiously approached Hermione's sleeping form. He watched the witch's chest rise and fall with each languid breath she took. He lent down positioning his lips by her ear and whispered, "Hermione?"

Deciding it best to test how deep her slumber truly was he placed his hands upon her shoulders and shook her body gently. No response. He lightly tickled her flesh. Again, no response. Bravely he reached out and slapped her cheek twice. She did not so much as flinch and Ron smirked, this was actually going to bloody work. He reached down and grasped each of her breasts firmly in the palms of his hands, kneading the soft flesh hidden beneath layers of cloth. Growing confident in his certainty that Hermione would not wake he climbed onto the bed and straddled the witch. He ran his fingers along the hem of her night shirt and slipped his hand up and under the cloth. He felt the supple skin of her breast beneath his calloused digits for the first time and he moaned in delight. Pinching her nipple between his thumb and finger he began to twist and tug the appendage. The nipple grew stiff beneath his touch and Ron beamed, even in her unconscious state her body was responding to his ministrations.

He pulled her up into a sitting potion and tugged her night shirt up and over her head, exposing her naked torso to the cool night air. He released a long, wanton groan at the exquisite sight before his eyes. Unleashing his grasp on her, she flopped back onto the bed like an inanimate rag doll. He pushed her legs apart and crawled his way up between them. Dropping his head over her exposed breast he took her nipple into his mouth. As he suckled at her teat he ground his bulging erection into her cloth cover core rhythmically. He released her nipple from his mouth with an audible pop and pulled himself into an upright position on his knees. Slipping his hand under the waistband of his pants he grasped the girth of his dick. He smiled to himself smugly as recalled the night Lavender had first seen his cock. She had gasped at the sight and exclaimed that it was by far the largest she had ever see. At first he had thought the witch to be pandering, simply stroking his male ego. But he had soon learnt that the witch had not been exaggerating, if the pair neglected to utilise sufficient lubrication his pounding thrusts would cause her to shriek in pain rather than pleasure. He had to admit to himself that those occasions where she had screeched for him to stop had provided him with a much deeper level of gratification than simply pleasuring the witch.

Ron looked down at the stunning witch sprawled before him. Why was he wasting his time on thoughts of that easy wench when he had this pure, innocent beauty at his disposal? He lowered his pants eagerly, allowing his engorged member to spring free of its confines. He grasped it firmly once more and began to pump up and down the length of his shaft as he stared down at Granger's perk tits.

Abruptly he ceased pleasuring himself. Why was he knelt here simply wanking over her unconscious form? He had the witch vulnerable, finally unable to object to his touch. He climbed off the bed, pulling his shirt off and fully discarding his pants and underwear hastily. He lay his naked body down next to her and seized her delicate hand in his own. Ron maneuverered her dainty fingers around his thick shaft, her thumb and index finger unable to even meet around his sizable girth. With his hand securely wrapped around hers to keep it in place he began to pump their hands in unison. The feel of her touch against his skin coaxed from him a satisfied groan.

As pleasurable as the sensation was, after a time he wanted more, needed more. He let her hand drop from his cock and he once more climbed to his knees atop the plush bed. Ron shuffled his was up the bed until his pulsating cock hovered over her peacefully slumbering face. Reaching out he swept her wild curls behind her ear with one hand, while he reached down to grasp his shaft with the other. He squeezed the base of his cock tightly and ran his fist slowly up its length, coaxing forth a substantial bead of translucent precum. Positioning himself over her face he brought the head of his penis down against her soft, pink lips. He traced his cock slowly over her lips, coating them thoroughly in the glistening fluid.

Gently he grabbed hold of her jaw and pulled her mouth open. Ron inserted just the head of his penis, savouring the warmth of her tongue on his sensitive gland. Slowly he wanked his cock, the tip never leaving the moist sanctuary of her mouth. As sensational as this felt, he desired to plunge his cock deeper. He positioned himself over her carefully with both his hands braced on the bed head for support. Gradually he lowered his cock little by little into her agape mouth. He withdrew his cock before sliding it back into the wet hole, each thrust gaining speed and depth. He began to fuck her mouth enthusiastically, becoming increasingly careless with each thrust. He pulled his hips back and slammed himself forward, his balls slapping against her chin as he buried himself in her throat.

Granger gagged as her back arched and her body turned rigid below his. He froze as panic gripped him. He looked down at the witch and found she remained blissfully unconscious. He breathed a sigh of relief and continued, no longer fearing his assault would case the witch to stir. Thrusting deep and hard his pace quickened as he felt his balls, heavy with his seed, slap against her face. The thought briefly crossed his mind to pull out and cum on her face. But he did not wish to come by his own hand, not again. So he pounded into her face rampantly until his balls suddenly contracted and his cock began to twitch. He came deep with her mouth as he released a guttural sound.

Ron pulled himself from her mouth and looked down at the substantial volume of creamy cum pooled in her agape mouth. He closed her mouth gently and held his hand over her lips and nose, preventing her from drawing breath. Her reflexes kicked in and Granger swallowed his load in one great gulp. He moaned at the sound of her swallowing his seed and his still hard cock twitched greedily. Ron was easily capable of another round but he did not wish to push the limits of the potion. He cleaned both himself and the witch with a serious of Scorgify charms. He pulled Granger's night shirt back onto her body and tucked her once more under the covers. He stood and dressed himself, glancing around his surroundings, ensuring not a thing was out if place. Immensely satisfied he turned his back on the witch and left her to her slumber. Carefully he snuck his way back into his own bedroom, pleased to find Harry still snoring soundly. Slipping under his own covers with his body now drained of all tension, he fell swiftly into a deep and restful sleep.