The Metamorphosis of a Nemesis
Chapter Three
In which Ron and Zelda almost DO IT.
"Oh.... Oh, Ron. OH!"
Ron's hand was firmly holding Zelda's. In fact, those were the only parts of them that were touching. But apparently, Zelda was having an orgasm. She smiled her million-dollar smile at Ron.
Ron had always suspected that he was a stud, but this sealed the case. He whispered in a voice he hoped was sexy. "Ready for more?" Zelda was so blown away by his manliness that she could only nod. He moved to kiss her on the lips. They held their new embrace until Ron got up the nerve to use some tongue. From what he had heard, girls really liked a lot of tongue so he jammed as much of it as he could into Zelda's mouth. She tasted like Froot Loops.
"Mmmmmrrpphhh," she said to let him know that she was really enjoying it. Ron decided it was time to go to second base, or search for the Bludgers as they say in Quidditch. He removed her shirt carefully so as not to mess up her hair, and was confronted with a brassiere. He was getting impatient and didn't want to mess around with trying to undo it so he just pushed it up and went straight in, while kissing her deeply once again. The wire from her bra was poking her in the shoulder, and Ron's tongue was going to mouth depths that no man had visited before (with good reason). Zelda's ragged breathing and delicate cries either meant she was in SEVERE PAIN, or having another orgasm. When the cries stopped and she fluttered her eyelashes at Ron, he knew that he was on fire, metaphorically speaking. He gave her an obnoxious grin and moved to lay her down on his bed.
Ron stripped off his own shirt, revealing his normal-looking 18-year-old body, as opposed to having Arnold Schwartzenagger-size muscles. He had a few scraggly chest hairs, red of course. He then reached down to remove Zelda's skirt. She was wearing dark green underwear with a VERY innapropriate word spelled out down the crotch. Ron was taken aback by the boldness of her underwear, and looked at her, alarmed. She sensed his unease and quickly transfigured them into plain pink, which was pointless because he just removed them anyways. Her womanhood looked very inviting and quite frankly Ron had no idea what to do with it. He gazed at it intently, trying to think of a plan of attack. Needless to say he was quite surprised when he heard the now familiar moans of "Yes... oh, Ron, yes. Oh YES!"
Ohhhhh, boy. Seriously, who knew I was so GOOD? He was really aroused now. He stood up to take off his pants, and then realized that he was about to be naked in front of a girl! Fortunately, his hormones won out over his sense of shame and he quickly removed the rest of his clothes. But when he laid down on her, her legs locked his in a death grip, as her face went from sexy to seriously ANNOYED.
"Ron," she said, and not in a sexy way. "I'm surprised at you. Didn't you know that nice girls don't have sex?"
Ron faltered. "Umm... what?"
"Even though I would never describe myself as perfect, I am far too perfect to ever have sex until AFTER I get married and *N'SYNC plays at my wedding. Honestly!"
With a wave of her wand she was dressed and flouncing out the door. "I bet you don't even know *N'SYNC," was her final, cutting remark that echoed from the hallway.
Not surprisingly, Ron found SOMETHING to do that lasted five to seven minutes. He lay in bed, thankful that his roommates were not there (because he had locked them in the CLOSET earlier). And he wondered who exactly had invented a sperm-cleaning-up spell. Just one of those things, I guess.