Chapter 3- I waited
I waited a while before going down the great hall for breakfast to give Hermione time to suss this whole thing out. I dropped down onto one of the overstuffed chairs found in the common room. Couldn't hurt to look through my exploding snap deck. I pulled it out of my pocket and flipped around. I noticed they had burned holes through most of them and edges were missing on all of them. I needed a new deck badly. Harry had murdered me yesterday. I can't believe he would think I'd never talk to him again. We've been best mates since first year!
I shoved my destroyed deck back in my pocket and stood up. Hermione's had enough time by now, and if she hasn't, well.. I'm starved. So her plan will have to wait. I walked out of the portrait thinking of the delicious breakfast I was going to inhale when I spotted Ernie Macmillon leaning against a wall at the top of the staircase. As soon as our eyes met, he jogged over towards me.
"Hey Ron! How's it goin'? On your way down for breakfast I gather? Mind if I join you?" I nodded a quick yes. He seemed very agreeable this morning. He'd been much nicer towards me since the battle last year. Previously he was all about pointing fingers towards Harry for anything that went wrong, like the people being petrified in second year, and then giving me a hard time for being associated with Harry, the bloody git. Thought I'd probably been helping carry out what he supposed was Harry's evil doing. I imagine his change of heart could have something to do with the fact that I tackled him out of the way when a death eater had shot a killing curse towards him last year.
"Beautiful day innit? Great Quiddich weather, today is." I glanced out a window as the staircase we were on swung over in another direction. There were no clouds in sight, not a trace of wind, and the great lake was reflecting bright waves of sunlight. It did look like a brilliant day for quiddich.
"Yeah. Looks great." I mumbled. Our staircase locked into place and we continued walking down towards the wafting smell of breakfast. Wait, down? Gryffindors had to walk down to get to the great hall, but I could have sworn Hufflefpuff commons were downstairs near the kitchens. I gave Ernie a sideways glance. He was prattling on about a rumor of a new broom that could best the firebolt. Right, like that was ever going to happen.
"Aren't your dorms downstairs around the kitchens somewhere?" I interrupted. He stopped talking then and looked at me. "What were you doing up near our dorms? Were you waiting on me?" He ran his hand back through his golden hair.
Is it a rule that Hufflepuffs have to have gorgeous hair? That's what it is then. Gryffindors are brilliant, Slytherins are slimy gits, Ravenclaws are the nutters who even pay attention in history of magic, and Hufflepuffs have great hair. Ha! And the sorting hat was always going on about how hardworking Hufflepuffs are. Figured that old bit of cloth out now!
"Well, yes to be quite honest I was waiting for you. I wanted to ask you.." He was blushing. What was so embarrassing? They might have great hair, Hufflepuffs, but they weren't that articulate were they? "Well, that's why I brought up quiddich you see. A couple of us Hufflepuffs are trying to get a game started after our last transfiguration class with Ravenclaw. You don't think you could round up a couple of Griffindor's that would be up for a friendly match do you? You played keeper for Griffindor fifth year right?"
"Yeah, don't remind me" I laughed. This was perfect! Hermione told me to bring up quiddich next time I saw Harry and this would do better than some move we've already discussed to death. I smiled at Ernie. "Sounds brilliant! I'm sure Harry would come, and I doubt I'd have to pull teeth to find the rest of a team." Ernie gave me a wide smile in return and I suddenly felt a jolt go straight through my body down towards my pelvic area.
It was like a light came on in my head. There were other men in Hogwarts. And not all of them could be straight, I mean, with the amount of people here someone would have to turn up gay. I looked at Ernie who was still smiling at me. He wasn't too hard on the eyes when you actually look at him. What would it hurt to flirt a little? I have needs. Needs of a man, and maybe Ernie had needs too.
"What time should we meet down.. there?" I asked in a low voice, putting emphasis on 'there'. If possible, his smile grew wider. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"Well, Weasley, I can meet you down there any time you'd like." He inched closer to me and finished with "And I know you haven't seen what I can do down there before, but trust me, I'll blow your mind. How about we all meet up soon as classes are done with?"
I'm sure my mouth was hanging open. I closed it and nodded. He stuck out his hand as if he wanted to shake on it. I jabbed my hand out towards him. As soon as our skin touched I felt another rush of hormones flood inside me and blushed. He spun on his heel and started towards the great hall.
I cupped my hands over my mouth and yelled at his retreating figure, "OYE! MACMILLON! WHAT POSISTION D'YOU USUALLY TAKE?!" I smiled. Ha! Let's see his blush then!
Then without warning he was stomping back towards me. I glanced around the corridor we were in. What if someone saw? The only other moving thing in this place was a picture of some old witch at the end, who happened to be sleeping with her head resting on her frame. I looked forward again just in time to see Ernie reach me.
He was stopped just inches from my face. I never noticed how tall he was before. I'm pretty lanky, really, so for someone to meet me nose to nose meant they were no house elf.
"I don't have a favorite position, Weasley. I like to switch around, ya' know? Makes things more enjoyable than just having to do the same motions over and over and over again." He accented each 'over' with a roll of his hips, which were just lightly touching mine. Sparks were going off just behind my navel. He walked backwards for a few steps with a huge grin on his face.
"You win." I whispered hoarsely. He laughed then and walked for the second time down the hallway. I stood there and watched him turn the corner. I couldn't control the grin on my face as I took off in the same direction. Well, I'd wager his needs match my own. Yes. I'd say our needs were exactly the same.
I flew into the great hall and swung myself down next to Harry. He dropped his fork out of surprise, spilling egg all down his front. I immediately scooped heaping piles of everything I could reach onto my place and stuffed my face at warped speed.. Hearing Harry sputter next to me, I glanced up. He was brushing bits of his breakfast off his robes while Hermione was giving me a stern look she copied straight from McGonagall. I gave them both a food filled smile.
"Saw-we" I choked out as I struggled to swallow. "Really starved. 'Mione, let's go somewhere before Binn's class." I don't know how it was possible, but her look grew even more serious. "Don't look at me like that you know you want to." I gave her a nudge under the table. She gave me a wide smile then, finally getting the hint. Harry however still looked totally stunned. "Oh Harry, MacMillon was waiting for me outside the common room. Hufflepuff is looking for a match after potions." His face softened. Clearly he was nervous about talking to me.
"Oye, Ron! Did I just hear you say Hufflepuff is wantin' a match against Gryffindor? You got any room for another chaser?" Seamus had clearly been listening in. I whipped my head over towards him.
"Yeah actually! Anyone else want in on a pick-up against Hufflepuff after lessons are over?" I yelled down the table.
All right then. So we've got Ginny, Seamus, Dean, Katie, Dezmelda, and us." After many people volunteered Harry and I had finally made our choices. Cormac McLaggen had appointed himself as a third beater. I flat out told him to bugger off, which is when Harry stepped in and said he would be first pick next time we needed a beater.
I figured now that Harry had killed any fun I would have had dueling McLaggen, it was time to smooth over last night's incident. "Just don't go off like you did this morning mate. We're going to need a seeker. Can't have you running away every time you get a look at me."
Harry rubbed his hand over his face. "Yeah about this morning, I've told your brothers I would test out a new version of their puking pastilles. They're making them more potent and wanted to know exactly how quickly they worked. I had just eaten one when you walked up." He said quickly, but with a definite tone to his voice. Hermione had probably told him to say that. He actually pulled it off really well. If I hadn't known the truth, I would have bought it.
"Wow, mate. Haven't you figured out to only eat something the twins make if you're near a toilet?" I clapped my hand around his shoulder. He smiled at me then.
"Yeah. I guess you're right. Don't know what I was thinking." With the matter clearly settled I looked over at Hermione. She was pretending to do some kind of homework, by the looks of all the squiggles on her parchment, it had to be ruins.
"Alright then Hermione! Let's go." She packed up her books while I stood from the table and gave a stretch. She and I were halfway out of the hall when I glanced to my right and saw Ernie had been trying to catch my eye. I gave him a thumbs up and shouted "You're going down, MacMillon!"
He looked surprised for a moment, and then burst out laughing. Oh bloody hell! I can't believe I just yelled that. I felt myself blush. Ernie was clearly mouthing "If you're lucky!" Brilliant, Ron. Just brilliant. I looked down at my feet and shuffled out of the hall as fast as possible.
Hermione was waiting just outside the doors for me. Her eyes were sparkling and I knew she wanted to gloat about how her plan went off. Instead, I grabbed her hand and pulled her very quickly into the old classroom that we use when we needed people to think we were snogging. "OK OK!" she shouted as I threw myself up on a desk while she put up the usual locking and silencing spells. "What happened? You were flawless by the way. I told him you didn't really hear what he said, and then came up with the part about Fred and George sending him the sweets to try, so obviously don't ask them about it." I walked over to her, placing my hands on both of her shoulders. I pulled her in close to me and rolled my hips exactly the way MacMillon had earlier in the hall.
"That," I explained over her sputters, "was what Ernie MacMillon did to me today in the hallway when he was asking me about the quiddich game later." I stood there smiling at the confused look on her face.
"He..you.. he did…" She was scrambling over her words and motioning toward my package. I sat back down on the desk and let her work it out herself. It wasn't often that words failed Hermione Granger. "Are you saying that you were.. humped on the way to breakfast this morning?"
"Well there you go! Finally got the words out did you? Yeah. I did. And it was amazing! Best thing that's ever happened to me in a Hogwarts hall yet, apart from Moody turning Malfoy into a bouncing ferret!" I launched into an explained of the morning from Macmillon waiting outside the common room to the going down comment in the great hall. "At first I thought I was barking, but it looks like he's actually interested. You think he's interested right? I think I'm going to get to the pitch a little early today and see if I can get anything started if you know what I'm talking about." She stood there gaping at me. "This is the part where you're supposed to congratulate me and tell me he is interested and I don't need to be taken off to a funny farm."
"Ronald Bilius Weasley I can't believe you!" She yelled. Seriously? Maybe she was the one that needed to be taken to the loony bin. Your mates are supposed to be supportive when you get molested in a hallway by a good looking bloke right? "We talk almost every day about how much you want to be with Harry and YOU GO OFF AND..AND HAVE SOME HUFFLEPUFF FONDEL YOU?" She was yelling then. This is not how I saw this going in my head.
"You've gone mental! I have needs Hermione, a man's needs. It looks like MacMillon wants to help me out with that." She gave me another McGonagall look. "Oh come off it 'mione! You don't know how terrible it is to have to wank off every night. I have the chance to get what looks like at the least a blow job. A blow-job Hermione! I know you don't realize how awesome those are, but they're tops!" I searched her face for some ounce of recognition. All I could see was a steady burn in her eyes that clearly meant she was not happy.
"I'm going to class. You should do the same Ronald!" Oh perfect. She never called me Ronald unless I was in trouble.
"But 'mione! It's not like I'm giving up on Harry! I LOVE him! I honestly just want an orgasm!" I cried. She continued to flash angry eyes at me. "Alright then let's go to class" I sighed giving up. She stormed out of the room without me. "Right then! I'll meet you there!" I yelled after her. She didn't turn around, but instead walked faster. Great. I trudged off towards the History of Magic room. Even with Hermione being mad, I couldn't help but smile. It's not every day you get fondled by a Hufflepuff in a deserted corridor!
So in case you are confused, I've decided that the battle/death of Voldemort happened in 6th year. So this whole story is set in 7th year. I know the summary says it's going to be Tuesday nights, but I'm also going to do Wednesday as kind of an explanation of Tuesday nights.
And I promise promise promise next chapter will have a lemon =]
Thank you for reading!!