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Thanks guys for reviewing and for sticking with me. I''ve been busy and then when I had time, HP6 came out and that took top priority and then I had to cry about the book for about a while, and then family in town, etc, etc, etc, Anyway, hope you guys still like this even though it is now officially outdated thanks to book 6.
Millie hadn't asked Harry yet if Ron was gay. But she really wanted to know if she should call Bianca or Matt when she got home.
Harry and Millie came back to May's with Ron to make sure he got settled. May was kept in the entrance hall to avoid seeing magical appliances. Harry stayed with her and pretended it was late so they didn't want to go in further.
With the promise to meet up tomorrow, Harry and Millie left Ron at May's for the night.
Claire had not returned from her house, yet. She was still trying to find her lipgloss.
But May had fully changed.
Her blonde hair was curled, her make-up was smokey, her jeans were tight, and her red top was pushing her boobs up and together.
And her parents were asleep, as May casually informed Ron when he asked. And her siblings were out.
"So it looks like we're all alone, Ron," May said seductively, "What do you want to do?"
Ron stared at May's boobs and then remembered that girls don't like that. He shifted his gaze up to her face.
He had to answer her question. She had asked what he wanted to do. She may as well have asked if she wanted to do her because she was being that obvious.
"Well, May..I was pretty tired…"
"Then you should just relax," May said and put her hand on his shoulder. "Come sit down."
Now May is a hot chick. And Ron likes Hermione and all that. And they've flirted and talked and talked and talked. But Ron still hasn't gotten any.
So May sits down on the sofa and beckons for Ron to come sit next to her.
Now he wants to and he doesn't.
So does he?
Let's leave that as a nice little cliffhanger for now.
Harry and Millie are walking around May's neighborhood after dropping Ron off, talking small talk and kissing whenever they can.
As they are aimlessly strolling, Claire rushes around the corner wearing three-inch heels, a ruffle skirt and a beaded tank top that glistens from the light of the street lamps.
The th-thunk th-thunk of Claire's heels caused Harry and Millie to break apart and notice her coming.
"Claire?" Harry asked.
"Harry! Millie! How do I look?" Claire stopped breathless in front of them.
"You look sexy. Who's the guy?" Millie asked "And what's the rush."
"Oh. My. Gosh. Long story," Claire started and she started to flick her hands (her nails were drying).
"Are you going to tell?" Harry asked, very curious.
"Oh I couldn't," Claire said, obviously dying to spill.
May picked up on this. "Please, Claire? Tell us."
"Oh all right if you insist," Claire began. "Ron is staying at May's. And she was going to try to seduce him. But I want him, too. And I said that it was no fair if she got to go after him because she lives with him. Such an unfair advantage, am I right?"
Harry didn't know how to react. Ron? They were chasing after Ron?
Millie, however, was very amused. "Oh you are so right," she egged Claire on. "So then what did you do?"
"Well. May went and put on her slut shirt so I went and put on fewer clothes, as well. And now I'm running back so we can fight over him."
"If I were you, I wouldn't run in those shoes. But I would walk fast. Go get him, Claire!" May cheered.
Claire thanked them for their support and hurried off.
"You sure that was a good idea, Millie? To let a psycho girl, no make that two psycho girls fight over Ron? We should've stopped them!"
"Oh come on, Ron's a big boy, he can take care of himself. Besides, maybe he'll have fun," Millie said. And then Millie found an opportunity to ask the one question she'd been dying to ask all day, "He's not gay, right?"
Harry was slightly caught off guard but then he laughed. "No! Ron once went crazy over this French girl, Fleur. Haha. That was embarrassing…"
"Is he dating anyone right now?"
"No, I don't think so"
Millie smiled. She would get to call her friend Bianca after all. "Well then maybe he'll have a little fun tonight. That's all I'm saying."
"With May and Claire!" Harry exclaimed.
"Hey, lets' not judge. They are good looking, admit it." Millie reasoned.
"But I mean, they have nothing going on upstairs…" Harry said.
"Remember what I said when we first met about talking too much?"
"Yeah"
"Well, who needs to go upstairs if you've got all you need on the first floor? I'm right, admit it."
"Right. Right. Of course." Harry said and rolled his eyes. But he still let Millie kiss him.
Claire burst in on Ron and May…on the sofa. Ron was shoved up against the corner of the coach. May had him by the collar. May was definitely the aggressor, but Ron wasn't pushing her away.
Ron had tried hard to stall May. He had said he was thirsty. May went and got him a water bottle. She 'accidentally' dropped the water three times on the way back from the kitchen. Bent over slowly to pick it up each time.
May had then suggested that they put on some music.
Ron knew that May was going to put on something smooth so he instantly said that music sounded great and did she have any angry rap?
It wasn't that Ron did not want to make out with May. It was just that he felt he would be cheating on Hermione, even though nothing was going on between them. They had been at each other's throats for years but had never turned that energy into something more productive.
So May had said she didn't have any angry music. Everything she had was smoooooooth.
And then she walked slowly back to the coach where Ron was gulping his water. She knocked it out of his hand and threw herself down.
May looked up when she heard Claire enter. Ron's hands were still on her back.
"Bitch" they each said, simultaneously.
Then Claire stormed out.
Ron sat up.