Author's Note
As I said last chapter, things are getting darker from here. So, keep that in mind and be prepared to hate Ron more that you already do at this point.
Ron decided rather quickly that the best way to hide the champaign Draco gave him was to simply drink it. Besides, he felt like celebrating. He just needed someone to celebrate with, someone who wouldn't ask too many questions, preferably someone with tits and an agreeable nature. He weaved through the guests both in and around the Borrow, weighing his options.
It didn't take him long to find a good prospect. He vaguely remembered her as a co-worker of his dad's. She was young, only a year or two out of Hogwarts, alone and seemed somewhat melancholy. She was pretty too. A petite brunette with tight curls that reminded him of Hermione. She was perfect. Ron made his way to her side.
"Hey, it's New Year's, you shouldn't look so sad," he said. "If anyone here has bothered you, point him out and I'll sort it for you."
The young woman laughed. "I'm afraid the person bothering me isn't here tonight. Which is kind of the issue," she replied.
"Stupid man," Ron countered.
"That I agree with," she said.
"Wanna talk about it?" he asked.
The woman frowned and looked him over. "I'm sure you have much better things to do, then listen to a woman you don't know complain about her boyfriend."
"Now, that's where you'd be wrong. My brothers over there," he nodded his head over to where the twins were entertaining a small crowd of people with their antics. "You see I might have irritated them a bit too much today and they've promised to get me back tonight, and I've been hiding from them all night. It's made for a pretty dull party, and well, you would make a good human shield. They wouldn't dare do something while I was with you. That and you see, I might have won a good bottle of champaign from a mate from school. I would like to have the chance to drink it before one of my brothers steals it, but it's also too much for me to drink on my own. Honestly, you'd be doing me a favor," he concluded.
The woman laughed again. "In that case, sure. I'd love to talk about it. I'm Amy," she said and offered Ron her hand.
He grinned down at the woman and gave her hand a good shake. "I'm Ron. Now we aren't strangers."
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It hadn't taken him very long to convince her to follow him to the far side of the orchard. He assured her that they would have more privacy to talk without the chance of being overheard and would still have an excellent view of the fireworks at midnight.
Once they settled, Ron cast a few warming charms and pulled out the bottle. "Do you by chance know a charm to open this?" he asked, offering her the bottle.
"Merlin, is that..is that elvish wine from Saint Martin?" she asked as she carefully took the bottle. "This costs a fortune. Are you sure you want to waste that on me?"
"Of course, it's like I said, drink it now or have it stolen," the young man shrugged. "And you're not a waste, Amy. Demetri is a git if that's how he makes you feel."
Amy gave him a big smile. "You're sweet, kid," she replied. She took out her wand and a quick spell later the champaign was open. She went to give it back, but Ron motioned for her to take the first drink. She brought the bottle to her plump red lips and moaned when the liquid hit her tongue. Ron felt his trousers tighten at the sight.
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By the time midnight came, the bottle was half empty, and it was abundantly clear that Amy couldn't hold her liquor. Which was just fine with Ron. He'd been listening to her complain about her boyfriend for what felt like ages, but knew it would be better if he didn't rush. So, he sat there next to her, passing the bottle back and forth while nodding and making sympathetic comments.
When the fireworks started, they toasted each other with deep drinks from the bottle. Amy giggled and kissed Ron's cheek. "Thanks for keeping me company tonight," she said with a slight slur.
As she pulled back from him, Ron realized the time had come. He moved forward, capturing her lips with his own. Amy responded for a moment in her drunken haze before frowning and pulling away. "Ron, I-I'm sorry. You're really nice, but I have a boyfriend. And I'm much too old for you," she started.
The wizard ignored her words and kissed her once more. Amy gave him a good shove, breaking their contact. "Ron, stop. This isn't appropriate," she scolded.
Ron was starting to get annoyed. "You know what's not appropriate, Amy?" he said with a sneer. "Sneaking off with an underage boy and plying him with liquor."
The witch gasped indignantly. "I did not," she started.
"Then where did I get it?" he countered.
"You said you won it from a friend," she replied.
"Prove it," he spat back at her.
"That's enough, Ron," she admonished. She started to get up, determined to leave this little shit and rejoin the party. The sudden movement made her wobble, and Ron took advantage of her unsteadiness. He grabbed her arm and wrenched her back to the ground with a sharp tug. "Damn it, kid, stop," she yelled as she brought a hand up to slap him.
He deflected the blow easily. He was getting pretty sick of her treating him like a child. He shoved her flat to the ground and quickly covered her body with his own preventing her from rising again. "Stop!" she screamed.
Ron only laughed above her while fireworks exploded overhead. "Scream all you want, you fucking little tease. No one can here you from here, " he laughed. Her struggling only increased as she realized what was happening. The alcohol wasn't helping. Her head was spinning and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move the teenager off of her. She screamed again, hoping her voice could be heard over the fireworks. No one came.
Ron shoved a hand under her dress moving the fabric of her knickers out of his way. Fuck he was hard. He couldn't believe he was about to lose his virginity. Finally. He got tired of the whore hitting him and grabbed her wrists. He maneuvered them over her head so he could hold them in one hand. He used the other to release himself from his trousers.
Amy sobbed beneath him, begging him not to do this. The wizard was surprised by how her tears and pleas made his cock throb. He fumbled a little as he tried to line them up but soon found his mark and thrust into her. He hissed as his cock was enveloped by her warmth. He found it difficult to move given she was dry, but after a few strokes her body started to react and she became slick.
"Fucking whore, I knew you wanted it," he mocked as he began to thrust into her with wild abandon. It felt better than he imagined it would, so much better. He pictured Hermione writhing under him, crying for him, begging him. It didn't take long for him to explode inside the witch beneath him. She stared past him to the light display above him with a vacant look. He smiled and kissed her cheek. "That was amazing. Thanks for the shag," he said casually as he pulled out of her.
He stood and righted his clothes. He looked back at the woman on the ground. "I suggest you clean yourself up," he said coldly. "You wouldn't want anyone getting the wrong impression would you?" he asked. When she continued to stare at the sky, he tried again.
"You don't want people to think that you're just some little slut so hard up for cock that you'd get a teenager drunk just to get laid, now would you? Think of the whispers in the Ministry. You think that pure blood boyfriend of yours would want you after that?" he asked. That got her attention, and she looked over to him with frightened eyes. "Yeah, I didn't think so. So, clean yourself up and get out of here. You can keep the rest of the champaign as a token of my gratitude," he mocked. He then turned from the woman and headed back to the burrow. He only got a few steps before he heard the witch retching behind him. He didn't bother to turn back. He'd got what he wanted and was done with her. A few weeks later his dad told him that Amy had transferred to a different department. His father was shocked and somewhat disappointed. She was a hard worker that had seemed to genuinely enjoy her job. Ron, of course, didn't enlighten his dad as to why she left. Although he and Draco shared a good laugh about it later.