Weasleys' Wondrous Wand

by rhrsmutlover

Ron and Hermione take advantage of Hugo staying at the Burrow with his cousins to test the new product for Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. Pure Smut.

As promised, here is the one-shot. It's basically pure smut, so if you don't like that, you'd better leave!

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"You sure it's ready?" asked Ron, looking at the little vial George had just given him.

George looked at him in mock offense. "Of course it is. Would I give it to you otherwise?" he asked.

Ron stared at his older brother with a raised eyebrow.

"I already tried it," George confessed, his smile turned into a brilliant grin. "Trust me, Ron, you've got to try it. You'll have an unforgettable night, that's why I'm giving you this today. Hugo will be at The Burrow, so you and Hermione will be alone."

"Mmmh," said Ron, looking again at the vial. Weasleys' Wondrous Wand. The idea was rather appealing. And if it worked, it surely would mean even more money. Not that they needed it, as Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was already a very, very profitable business, but still. And it would be fantastic to really enjoy a night with lots of sex with Hermione. Now that Rose was at Hogwarts and Hugo would start next year, Hermione and he wanted to squeeze all the time they had with their youngest son. They were not the only ones, as Ron's Mum wanted that as well. That's why, now that it was only Hugo, Lily, Louis and Roxanne out of Hogwarts, Ron's mum organised frequent sleepovers at the Burrow for them, which the children loved.

So it would be just he and Hermione at the house, and it was Friday, and as Hermione would start her campaign to become Minister for Magic after Christmas (Kingsley wanted to retire, after twenty years on the post plus the one he had spent as Interim Minister). They both knew they would have to work hard, and they had talked a lot about if she really should go for the position. But Ron knew she really wanted that, and though he was sure he would miss his wife, he couldn't do anything but be supportive. Hopefully, the worst of it would be over before Hugo went to Hogwarts in September, or he would feel really alone in the house.

"Okay, I'll try."

George beamed. "Wonderful. Remember to take it —"

"— before any sex, yeah."

George nodded. "And drink only half of it. There're two doses in each vial. You'll tell me how it goes."

Ron frowned. "I'm not giving you details of what I do with Hermione."

George's happy expression turned into one of disgust. "Well, not that I want to know, though I wish you had been that prudish when you were younger. You didn't seem to mind that time I caught you shagging her against the wall in the storeroom."

Despite how many years had passed, Ron felt his ears turn pink. "We were nineteen!" he protested. "It was Easter and we hadn't seen each other in weeks. And I was making you a favour by helping you."

"Yeah, yeah, it was stressful and you needed some relaxing, blablabla. I know all your excuses. You just were a horny git, exactly like all of us Weasleys. Now go home and enjoy the night. We'll make many, many wizards and witches happy. And thousands of galleons, of course."

"Yeah," nodded Ron. "See you on Sunday then."

"Yes. Good night."

"Night," said Ron. He said goodbye to Verity, who now was manager of the Diagon Alley shop, and to the two cashiers, and then took the Floo to go home.

When he stepped out of the fireplace, it was to the sight of his mother-in-law and son drawing on the table while the TV babbled in the background.

"Hey, little man. Hi, Jane."

"Ron," she said with a smile. "How was your day?"

"Hectic, like most Fridays," said Ron, hanging his work robes. "Thank you so much for watching Hugo."

"You know I love it."

"What are you two doing?" Ron asked, summoning a glass from the kitchen and pouring himself some pumpkin juice from the bottle on the table.

"Drawing," said Hugo, who had barely lifted his eyes from the paper.

Ron smiled. "What else?" Lately, it seemed that drawing was all Hugo did. He loved it, and Ron had to admit he had quite the talent. And since Dean had showed him the spell to make the drawings move, he was eager to go to Hogwarts and learn about that spell himself.

Ron took a long gulp and then asked, "Do you have your things ready for going to The Burrow?"

"Yes," answered Jean, taking a sip herself from her own glass. "He's ready."

"I just have to pack my drawing things," added Hugo.

"Good." He looked at Jane. "If you need to go, you can. Hermione should be back soon, but with her one never knows …"

Jane laughed. "I know. But as I took the afternoon free, I promised Molly I'd have tea with her, so I'll accompany you to your parents' before taking the Floo home."

Ron nodded, smiling. Yes, it was amazing that the Grangers were now connected to the Floo network, like many relatives of wizards and witches. One of the wonderful changes that had come when Hermione had managed to pass the Equality Law, years ago. He got up. "Well, I'm going to change then."

He went upstairs and decided to have a shower. He took the vial form his pocket and put it on the basin before turning on the water. A potion to enhance stamina and reduce the refractory period. He would be able to perform like a teenager but with twenty years of sexual knowledge on his back. Fuck, that sounded amazing, and his cock was starting to react, thinking about all the things he could to Hermione. George was right, Weasleys were horny gits … only, in his case, he still was one. In fact, he thought about sex almost as much as when he was young, only now his body not always could keep up with his mind. Not that he had any problem, in fact their sex life was still amazing, but nowadays it was rare that he would cum more than once in a row. Well, he was almost forty, after all. But with this potion …

His cock, now completely hard, twitched. Eager for tonight, Ron got under the water and took a quick shower before drying himself with a spell and putting on comfortable clothes. When he went back down, Hermione was already there, talking to her mother and son.

"Hi, Love," he greeted her with a smile. Hermione turned towards him with an equally brilliant grin.

"Hi, Ron."

He gave her a peck on the lips and then looked at Hugo. "Ready, little man?"

"Yes!"

Hermione said goodbye to her mother and then hugged and kissed Hugo, who struggled a bit. "Mum, I'll see you on Sunday!" he protested.

"It does not matter," she replied, giving him another noisy kiss. "Now be good for Grandma and Grandpa, okay?"

"Yeees," he said patiently.

Ron chuckled and then moved towards the fireplace. Jane went first, and then he and Hugo followed. When he stepped out, it was to the sound of children and to the sight of his mother greeting Jane.

"Hi, Mum."

"Hi, dear. You're the last ones. Angelina dropped Roxanne twenty minutes ago." She looked down at his grandson. "Hugo."

"Hi, grandma."

"Hugo?" they heard Lily's voice from the living room.

"Yeah!" he shouted.

"Hugo," admonished Ron.

"Sorry," the child said, not really regretting anything. "See you later, I'm —"

"Hey, say goodbye to your dad first, will you?"

Both grandmothers chuckled at Hugo's exasperated expression. That one, he had got from Hermione. However, he complied and hugged Ron. "Take your things up first, then you can play."

"Okaaay," he said, walking away. Ron followed her to the door, where he stopped, watching how Roxanne, Louis and Lily greeted him. The entire floor of the living room was scattered with books and toys. Ron shook his head.

"Are you being good, kids?" he asked them.

"Of course, Uncle Ron," answered Lily, looking innocent and charming. Which was just a façade, as she had Ginny's naughtiness. "Well, don't drive grandma and grandpa mad. See you on Sunday," he added.

"Okay," the children chorused.

Ron shook his head, smiling, and turned round. His mother already had the kettle on the stove. "Do you want a cuppa, Ron?"

"No, thank you, Mum. I'm going back home. Say hello to Dad from me."

His mother nodded. Ron pecked her cheek and gave a hug to Jane. "Good luck with those four in there," he said.

"They're not worse than you were. Certainly, they're easier than Fred and George," she said with a smile full of longing. Even now, there always was a trace of sadness in her eyes when Fred was mentioned.

"We weren't that bad," replied Ron.

"Surely you weren't. Give Hermione my love. See you on Sunday?"

"Of course," he answered, and then took the Floo back to his house.

When he walked into the kitchen, he saw that Hermione had put on those tight yoga trousers that made her bum look really fantastic, and he couldn't help but embrace her from behind, pressing his groin to those round buttocks while he kissed her cheek.

"We've got the house for ourselves," he whispered into her ear, and was pleased to see how she shivered a little.

She turned round in his arms and put hers around his neck before replying, "Yes, we do. Any ideas?"

"A few," he said, grinning down at her. "But I'd like to have dinner first. To gather some … energy."

"Energy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "You plan on doing something special, Mr Weasley?"

"You can say that," he answered, giving her what he hoped was a mysterious grin.

They prepared dinner together while they talked about their days and then they sat down to eat in the living room, in front of the fireplace.

"I like this," she said. "It's nice to have this romantic time to ourselves, but I still find it odd to have the house so silent. So devoid of life."

Ron nodded. "Yeah. It's strange that once it was like this all the time. Before Rose."

"Yes. I'm going to miss them so much next year. I already miss Rose, though with Hugo here it's easier. But come September …" she trailed off.

"I know," he said. Then an idea struck him and he smiled wickedly at her. "But I could make up for it, you know. I could be noisy, leave things scattered, not clean after myself …"

"You'd better not," she warned him, her eyes gleaming. "I had enough of that when we started living together, so unless you want to sleep on the couch on a daily basis you'll keep being tidy."

"But what about noisy?"

"Ron, you're already noisy. All of you Weasleys are. Well — except Percy."

Ron laughed. "I suppose you're right." He took another bit of his steak and swallowed it with a gulp of wine before saying, "You remember that new adult line George and I have been talking about?"

"You mean Weasleys' Wicked Wonders?" she asked with some disdain.

"Yeah."

Hermione rolled her eyes, just like she had the first time she had heard the name. "What about them?"

"George finished the first product of the line, and I brought it home to test it."

Hermione's hand stopped mid-air, the fork still a couple of inches away from her mouth while she stared at Ron. "A product to test?"

"Yeah."

"A sexual product?"

Ron nodded again. "Yeah."

"What is it?"

"Well, it's called Weasleys' Wondrous Wand and —" Hermione, who had finally managed to put the fork to her mouth, choked on the food. "Are you all right, love?"

"I'm — yes, I — Merlin, Ron, really?" she said between coughs. "Why do you let George get away with those ridiculous names?"

"Well, they might be ridiculous, but they sell. He's got a thing for marketing."

She shook her head. "I can't understand it. Anyway, what does it do?"

"Well, it enhances your wand, you know. It gives a man more stamina and the ability to get hard quickly after cumming."

Hermione eyed him carefully, thinking about what she had heard. "And it's really safe?" she asked after a bit. Ron smiled internally. She was interested!

"Yes, it is."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You know we don't really test the products on ourselves until they ready."

Hermione frowned. "Really? Because I remember that Farting Juice that had you sitting on the toilet for ten straight hours."

Ron's ears turned pink as he remembered that horrible and embarrassing day. "Well, you know that that was an accident, a bad reaction with that spicy food we ate." He looked at her eagerly. "So you want to try it? We're alone and we haven't had sex since Sunday, and I'd really like to go for a few rounds, like when we were young. Just the idea of having you a few times in a row has me already hard."

Hermione didn't answer immediately, but her eyes darkened.

"Are you completely, completely sure it won't damage your penis? Because I'm rather fond of it, and if it does something bad to it, I will have to kill George, which won't look good in my curriculum," she declared, and Ron let out a belly laugh.

"Merlin, I love you. Yes, George assured me it's okay. But I'm glad to know you appreciate my cock."

"Well, it makes me rather happy, you know."

"Then, with this new product, I'm hoping to make you happy many, many times tonight."

She considered it for a moment, her head tilted to the side, and then nodded. "Well, I can't disagree with that. It's been a rough week at work and I could do with being very, very happy."

Ron couldn't help it and clapped with glee. Fuck, he couldn't wait to take it and fuck her over and over and over again. Both feeling eager and excited, they finished dinner and then, after taking quick care of the dirty dishes, went to their bedroom.

"So, how does this work," Hermione asked, her voice already a bit husky as she sat on the bed.

Ron, who had already got the vial, stared at it. "I just drink it."

"It's instantaneous?"

"Yeah."

"Should we get naked, then?"

"Fuck, yes," he nodded. Hermione made a gesture that she was going to take off her t-shirt, but Ron stopped her. "No, let me."

Hermione smiled and put her arms around Ron's neck when he leaned in for a kiss. They snogged for a bit, feeling aroused and eager. After just a couple of minutes, Ron grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up. They broke the kiss so he could remove it, leaving her in one of her sexiest black lace bras. He licked his lips, practically drooling at the sight of her full breasts encased in such a flimsy, sexy fabric. He had always loved her tits, but after two pregnancies, they had got a bit bigger, something he was very glad for. It was true that they were not as firm as when she was younger, but Ron didn't mind one bit. He still felt enthralled by them.

"You like it?" she asked, teasing, as she lay down on the bed, trying to look seductive and succeeding spectacularly.

"I love it," he growled, and launched himself at her, burying his face in her cleavage. Hermione moaned and he moved down, kissing her stomach and lower belly before pressing his lips against her mound over her trousers. She whimpered and opened her legs, asking for more. Ron smiled goofily and knelt before her, yanking the waistband of the trousers and pulling then down her legs. He moaned at the sight of the tiny panties she was wearing. Black lace panties that were, in fact, a thong. And her pussy looked so delectable under that little triangle … Shit, he couldn't wait to fuck her raw.

Hurriedly, he took the trousers off her and threw them away. She opened her legs, and Ron felt his mouth water. "Fuck, you're so fucking hot."

She snorted a bit, though she was smiling. "Ron, I'm a middle-aged mum …"

Ron threw himself next to her and, grabbing her hand, pressed it against his raging erection. "See if this one cares. It's as eager for you as the first time."

She stared at him with deep love and caressed his face. "You're so sweet …"

"If you knew what I'm thinking about you wouldn't say that."

"I can imagine what you're thinking about," she replied. "Surely you want to take that?" she asked, nodding towards the vial, which lay discarded at their feet. "I mean, it feels quite ready to me."

"It must be taken before engaging in any sexual activity," he explained. "It won't work if you're not aroused. The more turned on you are, the stronger the effect."

"Okay. Take off your clothes then, you're too dressed for my taste."

Ron grinned and hurried to take off his clothes. Once he was completely naked, with his cock protruding, eager for her, Ron grabbed the vial, and, unstopping it, he said, "Cheers!" and drank it in one gulp. Then he threw the vial over his shoulder.

"Ron!"

"I'll put it into the bin later. Now where —? Holy fuck!"

"What!?" she asked, sitting up, her face filled with worry. "Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, but in a fantastic, fantastic way! Fuck, Hermione, I think I've never been this hard!" he exclaimed, looking down at his cock, which, though he didn't look different at all, felt like a true iron rod. He could feel it throbbing, eager to be inside a tight hole.

Hermione looked down as well and move a bit. Ron's eyes went straight to her tits, which jiggled deliciously under the bra. Fuck, could he fuck them? It had been a while since he had done that, and right now he felt as if he could fuck for ten straight hours. Then Hermione's hand touched him and he lost all ability to think.

"Oh, fuuck!" he moaned.

Hermione released him, though she had barely put a couple of fingers around the tip. "Did I hurt you?" she inquired, concerned.

"No, no, it was simply too intense. Almost like — like the first time you touched it. Fuck, Hermione, this is amazing! Stroke it, please," he asked, lying down and getting comfortable.

Hermione, moved her hand, though a bit hesitantly, and touched he tip with a finger. Ron drew a breath and watched her. She shifted her gaze between his face and his dick, clearly wanting to make sure he was all right, and then took it in her hand.

"Ooooh, Merlin's saggy bollocks, Hermione …! Fuck, stroke it! I need you to stroke it!"

She started to move her hand up and down and he though he would die of pleasure, his eyes rolling in his sockets.

"Gods, Ron, you're right, it feels really, really hard …" she muttered in awe. "I wonder how —"

"Harder," he demanded, the image of him burying himself in her sending shivers down his spine and causing his need to grow tenfold. Fuck, he needed to cum, and soon. Hermione, sensing this very need, did as told and began to move her hand faster, wanking him expertly. Ron moaned again ang reached for her, bringing him towards him. She lay next to him, still moving his hand, while he move her to her tits, kneading them roughly. "Oh, fuck, Hermione … Oh, shit, I wanna cum, Love … Please, make me cum! Wank me off and make me cum!"

"Are you sure?" she asked, moving her hand faster, her eyes fixed on her hand and his dick.

"Yes! Please!"

She moved her hand even faster, gripping him tighter, and Ron felt he could die of pleasure. Groaning, he kissed her hungrily and moved his right hand to her knickers. At once, she opened her legs and he shoved his hand under the fabric, caressing her pussy feverishly. Moaning into their mouths, they kept giving the other pleasure in a way they hadn't done in years.

"Hermione, fuck, I'm — I'm — Oh, fuuck, I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" he shouted, an intense, overwhelming pleasure overcoming his body. He dropped onto the bed, taking his hand off her pussy while his cock began to spurt. He saw Hermione turning her head to look at it as he unloaded in a way he didn't remember. After what felt like a lifetime, he felt his body relax at last, pleasantly tingling with warmth and bliss. Panting, he looked down and saw Hermione staring at her hand, completely covered in his cum. A large pool of it was also on his belly, with some drops on his chest. "Holy shit … Oh, Merlin…" he muttered.

"Gods, Ron, I've never seen you cum like this. I thought it wouldn't stop!" she commented in awe. "How are you?"

"Wonderful. Fuck, I feel wonderful …"

"It seems it really works," she added, her voice laced with lust. "Your cock is still as hard as a rock."

"Yeah. And despite how hard I came, I'm still horny as hell …" he confessed, watching her stare at his cock and the cum pooled on his abs. And then she managed to shock him even further when he saw her hand move, stick two fingers into the puddle and then lift them towards her mouth.

And, to his shock and delight, she opened it. Grunting, Ron put them in and at once she closed her lips around them, her tongue licking them clean. She looked at him as she did this, her eyes full of lust, and Ron felt his need grow, if that was possible. Groaning again, he coated his fingers again and feed her, and she eagerly sucked on them.

"Lap at it," he demanded, his voice low and husky. Hermione gave him a deep, penetrating look and then lowered her face, sticking out his tongue to lap at the cum. "Oh, fuck, that's so hot!" he exclaimed as she licked his abdomen and chest clean, swallowing it all. "You like my cum, don't you, Hermione?" he asked, feeling bolder and stronger and more confident than ever.

"Yes."

Ron scrambled to get to his knees, moving so his eager dick was near her face. "Then have more. Straight from the source. Suck me off. Until I cum again."

Hermione let out a muffled moan, and propped herself on her left elbow. Ron sat on his haunches and opened his legs, giving her space. She positioned herself and then did as told. Cupping his balls with her free hand, she took the tip in her mouth, sucking on it slowly. Then her tongue joined the fray, twirling around it as she took more and more. Ron moaned loudly, the sensation almost too intense. Fuck, had it ever felt like this?

"Mmmh, Ron, it's incredibly hard. Harder than ever," she moaned, moving her mouth away and stroking him with her hand.

"Yeah. You like it?"

"Mmmh, yes," she purred, causing him to shudder.

"Suck it then. Suck it hard. I love how your mouth feels around it."

As if she was waiting for this command, she resumed her blowjob, sucking hard. Ron moaned, closing his eyes in delight. When he opened them again to look at her (watching her blow him was something he would never get tired of doing) he almost came on the spot, realising she had moved her hand from his balls to her panties and was touching herself under the fabric.

"Shit, that's so hot! Move them to the side, Hermione. Show me!"

Hermione took her hands from under her thong and pushed the gusset to the side, baring her slick pussy to his hungry gaze. His cock twitched at the sight and she sucked harder. Ron had to make an effort not to close his eyelids once more, as he didn't want to miss her touching herself.

"Aaah, yeah, finger that pussy! I want you to cum when I do!"

"Mmmh," she moaned around his pole, increasing the pleasure he was feeling. And despite how strongly he had cum, he could feel the signs of another impending orgasm. He tried to restrain himself, to last longer, but her mouth felt sinfully good, and the image of her fingers rubbing her clit with her panties still on was too much.

"Hermione … Fuck, I'm about to cum again …"

His words seemed to spur her on, and he saw her fingers move harder on her cunt. Her hips started to buck against her hand and she sucked with more vigour. Ron, unable to hold himself, put his hand on her head and began to thrust, practically fucking her mouth, which she took in stride, moaning as well, as if relishing his lack of control.

"Shit, it's coming, 'Ermioknee, it's com — Ooooh, fuck, cumming again! Fuck, fuck, fuck fuuuuuck!" he yelled as he exploded. After having come already once mere minutes ago, he expected his load to be rather small, so he was shocked when his cock fired and fired, quickly filling her mouth. Hermione moaned and tried to drink it as it came, but in the end she had to retreat a bit, leaving just the tip in a she swallowed noisily. Some drops got out of her mouth, rolling down her lips and chin, causing a new wave of arousal in Ron, who fired another couple of spurts. And then, as she gulped down his seed, Hermione came as well. After so many years, Ron knew that having this control over him excited her a lot, but today that felt different, taking his arousal to such high levels he doubted he could ever get enough satisfaction.

His dick throbbed, harder than ever even though how hard he had come for the second time. Hermione sucked him clean and then moved away. Both of them dropped onto the bed, panting.

"I can't believe how much you came, Ron …" she muttered.

Ron looked at her and his eyes darkened. "And you loved it, didn't you?"

She returned his intense gaze. "Yes."

"Did you cum hard, Hermione? Did you pretty pussy exploded when I filled your mouth?" he demanded.

"Yes," she repeated.

He couldn't restrain himself anymore and got back to his knees, crawling towards her legs. Roughly, he pushed them open and positioned himself between them, his eyes focused on her pussy.

"I'm going to eat your pussy now. Make you cum hard. And then I'll fuck you so good you won't be able to leave this bed 'till next Monday. How does that sound?" he asked with a growl.

"Yes, Ron, yes, please," she moaned, opening her legs further. Her hands moved to her thong, intending to take them off. Ron, however, stopped her.

"No," he barked. "Leave them on." Then, before she could say anything, he buried his face in her crotch and began to eat her through the fabric.

"Ron!"

"Mmmh, so fucking wet …" He lapped at her panties for a bit and then used his fingers to part them so he could lap eagerly at her folds. Every now and then, he pushed his tongue into her hole, moving it around, and then moved to her clit to suck on it. Hermione meowed and squirmed on the bed, her body flushed with pleasure. Ron grinned, feeling smug and confident and oh, so powerful, with his cock throbbing against the bed, so hard he felt he could run it through a wall. How good would it feel in her pussy? Or in her ass?

The images spurred Ron on and he continued his work. After a bit, he concentrated his mouth on her clit and shoved two fingers in her hole, curling them to rub her sweet spot in time with his sucking.

Hermione practically screamed, her body almost jumping off the bed when she came.

Ron kept eating her as she orgasmed, and then lifted his damp face, grinning at her.

"Good, eh?" he asked huskily. "Who's the best pussy-eater, Hermione?"

"You, Ron, you."

"Yeah. And this is not the last time I'm eating it tonight." When Hermione whimpered in response, Ron grabbed her by the waist and, to her surprise, forced her to roll onto her stomach. At once, his zeroed on her perfect bum, bare except for the thin strip of lace between her round, delightful cheeks. Ron couldn't help but groan at the sight, and his hands palmed both mounds soundly.

"Ah, Ron!"

"Fuck, you've got such a fantastic ass, Hermione. Unnnnggh," he groaned, burying his face in her crack while he continued to knead her.

Hermione moaned and, almost instinctively, raised her bum a bit. Ron groaned once more and began to lap at her hole over the lace. Frustrated by that, he moved his right hand and yanked it to the side, baring his hole and allowing his tongue to rim it.

Fuck, it was heaver, having his face between her perfect buttocks. He imagined his steel-hard cock entering that hole. If it felt good normally, how would it feel today?

The throbbing of his cock intensified at the thought, his member demanding for him to really find out. So, after pushing his tongue a bit into her asshole, he got up and turned her on her back once more.

"I need you," he growled. "Right now."

She moaned in agreement, and Ron quickly took off her thong while she arched her back to unfasten her bra. When she threw it to the side and her tits bounced, he lost all ability to think. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressed against her hole, and stared directly into her eyes. He wanted to watch her expression when he penetrated her.

Then he did, burying himself in her incredibly tight cunt.

The sensation was so strong that for a moment he thought he would cum on the spot. He almost closed his eyes, but in the last moment managed to keep them open, so he could watch her as her eyes closing briefly while those perfect lips of her parted to let out a strangled moan.

"Fuuuck, Hermione …"

"Gods, Ron, it's so hard … so — so unyielding …"

"Fuck, yessss," he hissed, beginning to thrust, his libido roaring for him to fuck and fuck hard. Merlin, she hadn't felt so tight in — well, from before Rose. Not that she didn't feel amazing, she did, and she was still tight, as she did those Kogel exercises of whatever, but this was another thing.

George was, for sure, his favourite brother. Ever.

"Oh, Ron, you feel amazing! Amazing!" she moaned, her hands moving to his back, her fingers digging into his flesh.

"So do you," he said between pants as he fucked her pussy with hard, short strokes. "Your pussy feels incredible, shit, I'm gonna fuck so hard … So hard …"

"Yes, Ron, yes. Fuck me. Ohhhh …"

Ron grunted and began to move faster, already feeling about to cum. It was like being a virgin again, but knowing he could go and go and go.

It was an otherworldly feeling.

He kissed her roughly and grabbed one of her tits, squeezing it with gusto as he punded into her cunt without restrain. Eventually, he released her breast and, resting on his elbows, which were next to her head, he went harder. Moaning, Hermione wrapped her legs over his bum, giving him more access so he could reach deeper into her pussy. Ron fucked her as fast as he could, his cock flooding his body with such pleasure he though he would lose his mind.

Barely five minutes into the fucking, his balls tightened and his cock throbbed, ready to fire once more. As she wasn't there yet, he usually would have tried some self-control, but that was impossible tonight. He was too far possessed, too far gone.

"Hermione, gonna cum again … Fuuuck …"

"Do it, Ron," she panted, kissing his jaw, her hands caressing his back. "Fuck me hard and cum in me. Don't hold back!"

"Unnnghhh, fuuuuck!" he groaned as he erupted for the third time that night, this time filling her abused cunt with another abundant load. "Ohhhh, Merlin, Hermione ... fuuck …" he moaned as he finished cumming.

Under him, Hermione was squirming as well, the fact that he had climaxed turning her on even more. And that knowledge filled him with a new wave of desire. His cock was still as hard as when they had started, or even more so, so he just keep going, though he moved a bit slower but with deep stroked, brushing against her clit with each thrust.

"Ohhh, Ron … Ron, this is incredible …"

"Fuck, it is … I cannot stop, 'Ermione, need to keep fucking you. Fuck, you're so tight around me, I love your cunt …"

"Yes, yes, Ron, keep going. I'm getting close … so close …"

"Fuck, cum for me. I wanna feel your pussy clenching, it'll make me cum again …"

"Oh, gods …"

"Fuck," he added, moving faster and with more purpose. He watched as her expression showed the pleasure she was feeling, and it drove him mad. He grabbed her tits again and squeezed while he claimed her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth the same way his cock was doing into her soaked pussy.

Hermione moaned into his mouth, and he felt her body starting to shake. Possessed by lust, he pinched her nipple, thrust deep, and her entire body was seized by a strong climax.

"Ohh, Ron! Roooon!" she moaned against his lips. Ron could feel her perfect pussy fluttering as he kept fucking her, which made him go at it harder. He felt his cock ready to shoot again so he moved harder, wanting that incredibly pleasure again.

Hermione's orgasm faded, yet Ron kept going hard. She was panting against his lips, her breathing erratic and uneven, and Ron's cock roared, ready to burst.

"Fuck, gonna cum in you once more," he blurted out, his hand squeezing her tits insistently. "Gonna flood your tight pussy with my cum …"

"Gods, Ron, this is too much! Too much!"

"Fuck, yeah, but it feels so fucking good! Shit, Hermione, here it comes! Ah, fuuuuuuck!" he shouted as he came hard, his cock firing stream after stream of thick spunk into her welcoming cunt for the second time. "Oh, Merlin …" he moaned as he felt his body relax a bit under the pleasure.

"Mmmh, Ron …"

The relax barely lasted a few seconds, as he felt her pussy contract a bit around his still completely hard dick. The fact that his erection hadn't abated at all after cumming four times made him feel strong and powerful, and her cunt felt so bloody good. It was being bathed in a mixture of his cum and her juices and the thought made him feel very horny once more.

"Shit, I want more," he declared, starting to move again. "I need more. Fuck, this feels so good."

"Gods, Ron, it is unbelievable how hard you still are after — oooh!" she squealed, her rant cut by a precise thrust that made his pelvis rub deliciously against her clit.

"I want you to cum again, 'Ermione," he grumbled, his voice raspy. "I want you to squeeze me, to milk me once more. Come on, cum on my cock!" he demanded, and thrust harder, throwing himself into her body.

Hermione moaned again, arching her back, and Ron took advantage of it to kiss her neck and suck on her pulse point. She tilted her head to the said, giving him access and began to move her hips, countering her fervent thrusts.

"Don't s-stop," she muttered, almost sobbing with the pleasure. "Fuck, don't stop, Ron, I want to come too. I want to come again. Oh, gods, oh, gods, I'm getting close. I'm getting close, Ron. Fuck me harder."

"Fuck, yeah!" he shouted. He should be exhausted, but the virility the potion had given him was making him feel like a god, and he would keep fucking even though the next day he wouldn't be able to move his legs or arms, so he complied with her request and increased the pace and power behind his thrusting. Hermione opened her legs even wider and moved them up his lower back, so she was almost bent in half, giving him the access he needed.

And Ron used it, slamming hard into her, their groins clashing strongly, sending waves and waves of incredible pleasure through their lust-filled bodies.

"Cum for me, Hermione!" he ordered, using one hand to squeeze her left tit hard.

It worked like magic. Hermione arched her back once more, pushing more of her breast into his hand, and then opened her mouth in a silent scream. Ron could feel every spasm of her pussy around his extremely hard cock in a way he hadn't felt in ages — if ever — and buried his dick completely in her, moving against her pelvis just to keep rubbing her clit, prolonging her orgasm.

"Oh, gods, Ron …" she moaned once she came down from her high, panting unevenly. "Oh, gods …"

"Fuck, you look so hot and sexy when you cum," he declared, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss and starting to thrust again in the way his cock demanded.

The kiss didn't last long, as she broke it in need of air. Ron, lifting his head, just watched her, his horniness only growing at the sight of her so well-fucked, and began to move harder and faster.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again, Hermione. Oh, fuck, here it comes again! Shit, I can't believe this, it's fucking amazing!"

Putting his hands on either side of her head for leverage, he began to pump as hard as he could, the bed creaking and making an obscene amount of noise. That only made Ron feel more strong, more powerful, and he went at it harder.

"Ron! Gods, Ron, what are you — ooh, what are you doing to me?" she asked, her eyes open wide, her face a mask of pleasure.

"Fucking you," he groaned. "Fucking you — hard! And now cumming! Fuck, Hermione, I'm cumming in your pussy once more! Shit, take it all, take it — Fuuuuuuuck!" he shouted as his cock began to fire another thick load of cum into her abused cunt. In his lust-addled mind, Ron could imagine his cock bathing in a sea of his own cum as her pussy overflowed, and it only made him hornier, so he slammed into her with all his might as he finished unloading, his entire body alight with extreme pleasure. He kept thrusting until he was sure the last drop was in her, and then fell over her body, their sweat mixing as they panted loudly.

"Fuck, this is amazing, Hermione …" he muttered.

It really was. He would have to throw away George's gift and find him something else, though he was sure there was nothing he could get that could repay him for this.

Had sex ever felt this good? He wasn't sure of it. But, certainly, he had never managed to cum five times in less than forty minutes before. For a man nearing forty years, he had a very good sex life, and sometimes he managed to cum twice in one session, but something like this? He hadn't believed it was possible. There had been times when, after cumming during an extremely good shag, his mind had still felt horny, yet his body wouldn't agree, feeling sated. This wasn't the case tonight. Tonight, as long as he wanted to keep having sex, his cock responded.

And he wanted to keep having sex. And his cock was still so hard.

He stared at Hermione, who had her eyes closed, and then began to kiss her jaw, peppering her entire face before pressing his lips against hers. She was slow to respond, but finally she did and the kiss turned into a mild snog. Ron's cock twitched in her extremely wet and filled pussy, and his hips began to move on their own accord. Hermione gasped against his mouth and broke the kiss, staring up at him.

"Ron …? You're still hard!"

He grinned at her.

"Yeah. Fuck, I want more, Hermione. Let me have you again."

"Ron, I don't know —"

"Ride me."

"Ride you? Ron, I don't think I could do that right now."

"Then get on your knees. Show me that amazing ass," he demanded, and, without waiting for her, he moved off her body and turned her over, a bit roughly. She let out an 'ouch' but he paid that little attention, his eyes focused on the way her round, plump ass cheeks jiggled. Practically drooling, her lowered his head and bit the left one, relishing the taste and the smell of her skin. He peppered her entire ass with kisses, using his hands to knead it, until he couldn't stand it no more and got on his knees, pulling on her hips to get her into position. Fuck, she looked so fucking sexy. "Merlin, gonna fuck your pussy so hard you'll feel me in your throat," he blurted out.

Hermione looked at him over her shoulder and let out a moan. "Ron …"

He grabbed his dick and began to stroke it, relishing the way her eyes focused on his cock. "Want it, Hermione? See how hard you still have me?"

"Yes. Fuck me with it."

Groaning, Ron lined himself with her leaking hole and, holding her by her hips, he thrust home. Hard.

"Ahh, fuck, so tight and wet and hot!" He began a hard fucking since the beginning, propelling his hips forward at the same time that he pulled on her hips to bring her ass to him. His going and her bum met in the middle. The resulting noise and the jiggling of her cheeks was so erotic Ron was sure he was going to lose his mind in a sea of lust. His cock felt so fucking good in her pussy he couldn't get enough of her, so he fucked hard and fast, knowing he didn't need to hold it in, that he could cum and keep going. The thought was simply exhilarating and he went at it harder, his hands kneading her delicious bum hungrily.

"Oh, oohh, Ron, you're going to — to — oh, God!" she moaned, lowering her head to the mattress while her ass was still on the air. She looked as if she were giving herself entirely to him and it made him even more primal.

"Do you want me to stop, Hermione?" He asked between frantic thrusts. "Do you?"

"No!" she yelled. "No, Ron, keep going, you're touching the right place and — Oh, gods, you feel so hard!"

"Shit, yeah, your pussy feels amazing this way! Fuck, fuck, fuck, Hermione!"

He kept fucking her wildly, letting himself to get lost in the pleasure her body was giving him. He didn't know whether five minutes or twenty had gone by when he felt the signs of another — his sixth! — orgasm approaching, and he roared in happiness. "Fuck, gonna fill you up again!"

She didn't respond, the only sounds coming from her where muffled moans and whimpers. Ron squeezed her ass roughly and, with a loud, animalistic roar, let go and started to cum, pouring another incredibly abundant load into her pussy, his entire body trembling in pleasure with every spurt. Four, five, sixth times he fired until it was over. However, and though he felt drained, his lust didn't abate. His cock was still hard and he knew his bollocks would replenish soon. That made him even more wild, and, though part of him wanted to fell on top of her and enjoy the afterglow of such and orgasm, his need to fuck was stronger and he kept going.

Under him, Hermione was moaning, taking everything he was giving. Wanting her to cum again, he bent over a bit and, moving his right hand round her waist, he began to touch her sensitive clit, making her cry.

"Oh, Ron, yes, I'm so close!"

Ron, delighted, began to expertly rub that nub while he kept fucking her pussy, and in barely a minute she was coming undone as well.

"Fuck, yes, Ron! Oh, gods, I can't believe I'm — ohhh, ohhh, mmmh, Ron …"

"Fuck, 'Ermione, you look so hot when you cum, you make me so hard," he groaned. He gave her a hard thrust and she fell onto her stomach. Ron followed her and lay on top of her back. He put his legs outside hers, trapping her and making her clench around him deliciously. He loved this, having his lower belly resting on her perfect ass, and put his hands under her body, grabbing her tits.

"Get ready," he whispered into her hair, and then, without waiting for a response, he resumed a frantic fucking, enjoying the extra tightness. His cock felt heavenly in her pussy and he couldn't wait to cum again. He wondered, in fact, if this would ever stop …

But those thoughts were soon pushed aside as he quickly got closer to another climax. Hearing the way his body slammed against her ass was amazing and had him wanting more and more.

"Fuuuck, cumming again! Again! Ah, fuuck!" he shouted, slamming hard against her until, temporary satisfied, he collapsed on top of her back, burying his face in her wild, slightly damp hair.

"Merlin, Ron …" she sighed, sounding tired but satisfied.

"Yeah, it's amazing. I came seven times and I'm still hard."

"Still —? Oh, gods, it's true!" she exclaimed, turning her head to look at him, a shocked expression on her flushed face.

Ron grinned down at her. "Yeah. And fuck, I wanna keep going, Love," he stated, moving his hips a bit for emphasis.

She whimpered a bit. "Ron, amazing as it was, I feel a bit sore down there. We were rather energetic," she told him, somewhat apologetic.

Ron, a bit disappointed, took his cock out of her pussy, mourning the loss, and sat back on his calves. He looked down, between her legs, and he couldn't help but smile a bit at the mess they had made on the bed. And fuck, her pussy — which, certainly, looked a rather swollen — was still leaking. And her ass cheeks were still red from the way he had slammed against them and —

Fuck, her ass!

Grinning devilishly at her, he put both hands on her bum, massaging it eagerly, and the, using his thumbs, spread them, revealing her puckered hole. It had been a while, and fuck, given how hard his cock was, it would enter her like a hot knife through butter …

"Ron?"

"There's still one hole we haven't used tonight, Hermione," he said and then, scooting down a bit, lowered his head so his face was between her cheeks. The potent smell resultant of their previous fucking assaulted his nostrils and he felt lightheaded with desire. Growling, he lapped at her hole, rimming it before spitting right on top of it.

"You want to —?" Hermione said, more than asked, still looking at him over her shoulder.

"Yeah. Can I, Love. Fuck, it's been a while and I'm so horny, and your ass looks so delicious and tight. I really, really want to …" he almost begged.

"Okay," she conceded, and spread her legs a bit more. "But go slow!"

"Fuck, yeah!" he said, happy. Fuck, could this night get better? Eager, he kept licking her ass, using his hands to spread her and allow his tongue to go into her hole. Then, as he kneaded her round cheeks in a rotating manner, he gathered more saliva and spat it again onto her hole. Continuing to massage her ass with his left hand, he used the right to penetrate her. Hermione whimpered a bit and arched her back, raising her bum a bit and causing Ron to groan at how fucking sexy and hot she looked. He added a second finger to stretch her more, until he couldn't stand it anymore, his cock demanding to be buried in a tight hole again.

Stretching his body, he reached for one of the pillows and then, kneeling, using his hands to pull on her hips. "Raise your ass, Hermione," he demanded, his voice husky.

She did as told, and Ron put the pillow under her pelvis.

"Shit, you look so fucking hot like this," he commented, his cock twitching with desire.

He cupped her still leaking cunt, soaking his hand on their juices, and then stroked his cock to coat it even more. Then, full of anticipation, he hovered over her, supporting his weight on his left hand while he used the right to guide his dick to her rear entrance.

"Spread your own ass for me, Love."

Hermione reached back with her hands and complied, giving him more access.

"Shit, I'm gonna have to make an effort not to ram into you, your ass looks so amazing …" he whispered, his voice dripping with barely controlled desire. Shit, he couldn't believe how much he wanted this. Well, he had always had a thing for her ass, but after cumming six times? Definitely, George had earned the position of Brother of the Century.

He savoured the anticipation just for a few more seconds, and then, slowly, began to push. Her pucker seemed to offer some resistance and then, suddenly, the tip popped in, causing them both to let out a moan.

"Fuck …" he whispered, as he kept pushing, his dick penetrating her asshole like a hot knife through butter. Shit, it felt so unbelievably tight. Tighter than any other time they had done this.

"Gods, Ron," she moaned, squirming a bit. "It feels like and iron rod in there … Oh, Merlin, it's as if you're splitting me in half."

"But you like it, don't you?" he asked, sounding less sure and more hopeful than he wanted to. Shit, it felt too good to stop now.

"I — yes. Yes, I do. Keep going …"

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned as he pushed deeper. When half his cock was in, he stopped and then retreated to stretch her asshole. The feeling was really intense, and Ron has to fight against closing his eyes, he wanted to see his dick sliding between those wonderful cheeks. He pushed in again, and repeated the procedure a few times until he managed to get as deep as he could, his groin pressed deliciously against her cheeks. "Shit … Are you — are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

"Y-yes. Ron, I feel so full of you. How is it for you? Different? Better?"

"Fuck, Hermione, it's the best thing ever. Your ass feels so fucking tight and hot … Shit, I cannot wait anymore, I've gotta fuck you. Now."

Hermione turned her face and gave him an intense look. "Do it, Ron."

Ron groaned and then lifted his hips before slamming down once more. Slowly at first, but quicker and quicker every time, his hips hitting her cheeks, and Ron's senses soon were overloaded. The noise of their bodies slamming into each other, of her moans, her aroma, the incredibly feeling of her asshole constricting his cock …

He felt his arousal grow faster than expected and simply had to go harder, his hands on either side of her shoulders. She was gripping the sheets tightly while she moaned and whimpered under his assault. Fuck, he loved to see her like this, her wonderful body dominated by his. He was going to come really hard and really soon …

Almost lying over her back, he increased his pace a bit and bit her ear playfully. "Is this okay?" he asked in whispers. "Can I go this hard?"

"Yes. Yes, Ron … Oh, gods …"

"Fuck, Hermione, gonna cum really soon. Shit, your ass is amazing … amazing!"

"Do it," she replied, rubbing her face against the sheet as she writhed. "Cum in me again, Ron."

Her words sent him spiralling over the edge. His bollocks contracted once more and his cock throbbed inside her clutching ass. "Unnngh, Hermione, fuuuuck! Oh, oh, fuuuuuck!" he shouted, closing his eyes as he buried himself to the hilt in her ass and came, harder than any of the previous times that night. His cock seemed to swell even more as he spurted, depositing another load of his apparently unlimited reserve of cum into her perfect ass. The orgasm was so strong he thought that it'd be the last one, but, when after finishing he saw he still was hard he knew, to his astonishment (and happiness) that that wasn't the case.

For a moment, he wondered if there was something wrong with the potion, but then Hermione squirmed a bit, and her ass tightened, and he forgot about that. He was hard and inside her asshole, and he could enjoy it again!

"Wanna keep going," he told her, his voice husky and dripping with desire. "I want to fuck your amazing ass again, Hermione …"

"Gods, Ron," she replied, sounding tired. "Again? Really?"

"Yes, please …" he said, already moving a bit. "I wanna fuck more. Let me …"

"Oh, gods, Ron. I don't now if — Ohhhh …"

"Let me," he repeated, softly biting the nape of her neck. "Let me fuck you ass again."

"Okay," she said at last, squirming a bit as he hadn't stopped moving inside her stretched asshole. "Do it. Fuck my ass again."

"Shit, yeah, you're the most amazing wife!" he exclaimed grinning and began to thrust again into her, the fantastic feeling returning. As he sped up, his right hand went under her and he groped her tits eagerly. With his other hand the grabbed her hair and turned her head so he could kiss her, which he did. Hungrily. She returned it with passion and they snogged passionately as he kept fucking her ass hard. After a rather hard thrust she moaned into his mouth and he smiled. He put his other hand under her body to grab her other breast and began to knead both, sometimes pinching her nipples. She began to squirm harder under him, her hands gripping and releasing the sheets rhythmically.

"Cum for me, Hermione. Cum for me again. Come on," he whispered against her lips before claiming her mouth once more, his tongue mimicking the movements of his cock in her ass, and then, suddenly, her body seized and he felt her asshole clutch his cock in the tightest grip ever as she came, breaking the kiss and burying her face in the mattress, her cries of pleasure muffled by it. Ron couldn't help it, the fact that she was cumming by him fucking her ass too arousing, too exciting. He thrust again and again, his hands squeezing the soft mounds of her tits as he flew towards climax once more.

As her body sagged under him, recovering from her orgasm, Ron's groans became louder and louder as he fucked and fucked until his cock exploded once more, shooting a second load into the depths of her fantastic ass.

"Fuuuck, Hermione, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Ron …" she said, her voice weak and low.

"Shit, this is so fucking good, oh, so good!" he yelled as he emptied himself in her amazing, hot, delicious ass.

"You're still hard …" she said, still in awe.

"Yeah," he responded, smiling. "Fuck, Hermione, I can't stop … This is incredible and you feel so good."

"Ron, I can't go anymore," she whispered, looking at him. I'm sore in all places."

"Oh, right," he said, and, carefully, took his cock out of her ass. It twitched, protesting for being deprived of such a warm place. He peppered her back and shoulders in kisses for a while and then they both rolled onto their backs, panting. Hermione snuggled against him and then looked down at his still prominent erection.

"I really can't believe you're still hard! What — what are you going to do with that?"

He smirked at her. "Well, I certainly could do with a helping hand …"

She chuckled a bit, and then reached with her hand and touched it.

"Mmmh, Hermione …"

Her smile widened and he began to stroke him, slowly at first, but then harder and harder. "Like this, Ron? Will it be enough?"

"Fuck, yeah, like that. Mmmh, your hand feels so good …"

Hermione kissed him as she sped up her strokes, wanking him the way she knew he loved after many years together. Ron responded hungrily, relishing the feel of her naked, sweaty tits against his arm.

Slowly, he felt the tension rising in him as she brought him closer and closer to another climax. He closed his eyes and let her take him there, enjoying the soft feel of her lips moving against his and the heat of her body. Yet, as he approached the edge, her felt he wanted more than just come all over her hand …

"Hermione …" he whispered, breaking the kiss.

"Are you close, Ron?" she replied, her voice seductive. "Cum for me."

"On your tits," he uttered among pants. "On your tits, please."

"Okay," she whispered back, and then gave him a kiss before releasing him and lying on her back.

"Fuck, fuck," he exclaimed, moving quickly and clumsily to ger to his knees. He straddled her soft stomach and gripped his cock hard.

Hermione, looking at him lustfully, grabbed her own breasts and pushed them together. "Cover them, Ron."

"Fuck, Hermione, fuck," he swore, wanking hard and fast, his eyes fixed on those fantastic tits. Then Hermione moved one hand to cup his balls and he hissed in pleasure. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Give it to me, Ron …" she encouraged seductively as she started to knead his bollocks.

"Aaah, fuck, Hermione, cumming! Cumming, uuunnnghhh!" he grunted as his cock erupted for the ninth time that night and globs of cum flew from the reddened tip towards her breasts. The pleasure seemed to last forever as strand after strand landed on her tits, leaving them covered in white spots. "Oh, shit … fuuck …" he muttered as his orgasm ebbed away, squeezing his dick so the last drops fell on her body.

He admired his work, feeling his dick twitch at the image. Fuck, she looked so hot, covered in his cum. It had been a while since the last time he had cum on her like this, and blimey, was it arousing …

"Ron, it's still hard!" exclaimed Hermione, eyeing his cock. Only this time it was with worry more than arousal. "Increased stamina is one thing, but this is almost ridiculous! Are you sure it works properly?"

Ron looked down at her, trying to tear through the fog of lust that clouded his mind. Certainly, though it felt good, it was too much. And he couldn't deny he was rather worn out. Shouldn't it get tired as well?

"George told me it worked, that he had tested it himself," he answered, getting off her.

Frowning, and without bothering to clean herself, she threw her legs off the bed and got up, walking towards the discarded vial. She grabbed it and started to read the label. Ron watched her as she read, and then his heart gave a jolt when, her eyes becoming the size of saucers, she rounded on him, worry etched all over her face.

"Ron, it says there are TWO doses here! Two! And you drank it all!"

Her words triggered something in his memory, and suddenly he could hear George's words: 'And drink only half of it. There're two doses in each vial.'

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed. "Oh, bloody fucking fuck! I'm the world's greatest idiot! Hermione, what do we do now?" he asked, unable to mask he was a bit afraid. What if he was suffering from — how was that word Hermione had used once? Prisism? Pripism? A permanent erection. When she had explained what it was he had thought how could anyone call that an illness, until she had explained that it ended up being rather painful, and could lead to losing it, or, in extreme cases, to death …

In his mind, he was already seeing his grave: 'Ronald Weasley, professional idiot. Died because his penis was larger than his brain.'

Fuck!

Meanwhile, Hermione had begun to pace the room, thinking. He tried to push those embarrassing and rather frightening images away and to think about a solution, but the truth was her naked body and her cum-stained tits were distracting him a lot.

Yeah, you could be on the way to your grave, and you're still thinking with your prick!

"What?" he said, his snapping to Hermione's face when he realised she had asked him something.

"Do you know how this works?" she repeated, looking a bit exasperated.

"Uh?"

She stopped and glared at him. "Ron! I asked if you know how this works! It's not like potions against erectile dysfunction, isn't it?"

"Er — no," he answered. "Those always give you an erection, that simply lasts for a while, regardless of whether you are turned on or not. This potion is fuelled by lust, or arousal. If you're not turned on at all, it simply doesn't work."

She nodded and began to pace again. "Yes, makes sense …" She walked for a bit and then stopped again, facing him. "So you're aroused now? After all we did?"

"Er, yeah …" he said, more than a bit embarrassed. "I mean, you're naked. And the fact that I can keep going after I cum it's — well, it makes me feel powerful and arouses me so much," he explained. "Sorry," he added as an afterthought, wanting to get back into Hermione's good graces.

"Then we need to calm you down."

"But — how?"

"Well, for starters …" She grabbed her wand and cast a Cleaning charm on her, then summoned her bathrobe an put it on. "And now …" She bit her bottom lip, her eyes fixed on his cock, which, to be honest, didn't help much with his predicament. "Okay, lay on your back," she ordered.

"Eh?"

"Ron!"

"Okay, okay," he said, obeying. Before he could ask what her intentions were, or prepare himself, something cold and wet enveloped his dick and his balls. He let out a yelp, startled, and looked down. Hermione had surrounded his dick and balls in a sphere of floating water. And right afterwards, before he could ask what she was doing, she cast another spell and the water turned to ice. The sudden cold made him scream in pain. "FUCK, HERMIONE!"

"Sorry, but it's the only way I —"

"FUCK, TAKE THIS OFF ME! FUCK, HERMIONE, I'M SERIOUS, IT HURTS LIKE HELL!"

"Only a moment, Ron, it'll —"

"HERMIONE!"

"Okay, okay," she said, and, with a flick of her wand, she vanished the ice. At once, his hands flew to his now softening and still freezing dick, covering it.

"Fuuuck woman, that was mean!"

"Sorry, Ron, but it was that or contacting George for an antidote. In any case, it seems to have worked."

Ron just grunted, grabbing the sheet and covering his crotch with it to warm it. Hermione was watching him and, when he looked up, she couldn't help it and laughed.

"It's not funny," he whined, his ears turning red.

She sat down next to him, still smiling. "It was."

"No."

She put her arm around him and kissed his naked shoulder. Then rested her chin on it and confessed, "Despite the abrupt — ending, I really enjoyed it tonight. It was amazing."

He looked at her, quickly enumerating his nine orgasms in his mind, and finally let out a chuckle. "Yeah, it was. Definitely."

— o —

"So, how was it?" George asked in a low tone, as they were standing next to the kitchen door of the Burrow. It was Sunday and Bill was already in the living room, playing with Louis and Lily on the couch.

"Amazing," he answered honestly. "Truly spectacular."

"You had fun, eh?" George replied, a saucy grin on his face.

"Loads," said then Hermione, abruptly coming from the kitchen and startling the two whispering men. "And you'll make lots of money with it. But George, some advice — put each dose in their own vial."

And then she continued towards the couch, leaving behind a blushing and embarrassed Ron and a rather confused George.

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And that's it! I have more ideas about more products for the Weasleys' Wicked Wonders line, so, if they fructify, it could be the start of a new series of one-shots.

Next update will be to Discovering Ourselves, in a week. Hopefully, I'll be able to start publishing one of my other fics after that!