The Burning Pen

A Matter of Circumstance
by Ruth Solomon

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CHAPTER 10
 

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 10 ~ A Date and an Intrusion

Ron exhaled, his damp forehead resting against Lavender’s damp skin as the witch panted.

“That was bloody amazing,” Ron gasped, withdrawing and pulling back from the witch, letting her leg down as she rested against the storeroom door.

”We’re as good together as we ever were, Ron,” Lavender said with a tired smile, “But…but you acted as if you haven’t had a proper shag in years. Aren’t you still with Hermione?”

“Yeah,” Ron said pulling his wand out of his pocket and scourgifying himself before pulling up his boxes, then his trousers and fastening them. Lavender cleaned herself up as well as the wizard buckled his pants, then started on his robes.

Ron looked at Lavender. Gods she had been so good…so good. He had almost forgotten what it was like to have a blow job or to do a witch from behind or on a tabletop or against a wall. He felt he should feel guilty about what happened…but he didn’t.

Lavender fixed her hair and gave Ron a small smile.

“I guess we should be about fixing your broom now,” she said softly, walking past him and out the door into the shop.

Ron followed her, walking back around the counter as Lavender removed the ward on the door. Luckily no one had tried to enter the shop while they were engaged.

Ron watched Lavender pick up the broom and examine it carefully. Then she reached under the counter and took out a case. She opened it. There were a number of wands ranging from an inch thick to almost paper thin. The witch went to work fine-tuning the magic, Ron watching her more than the work she was doing.

Damn. Lavender had been amazing. He found, he found that he wouldn’t mind seeing her again.

”But you’re getting married, you have a baby on the way,” his conscience chided him.

“Yeah. And I’m never going to have sex like this again once I do get married,” he mentally snapped at his better side, “So I’d better get all I can now. I can put the wedding off a couple of weeks. Hermione doesn’t see me that much anyway. She’s dropped university until she has the baby and all she wants to do is hang about in the library at Hogwarts hugging up to books when she isn't in the subdungeons sorting parchments. Maybe…maybe we’ll just wait a little bit. Nothing wrong with that is there?”

Of course there was something wrong with it, but Ron’s nose was wide open. Lavender had given him something he sorely needed…something he had missed. Hunger. Hunger for him. A wild kind of hunger that Hermione never evidenced, which was why he was so cautious and gentle with her. It was as if he were almost afraid she’d tell him to get off of her if he tried anything different.

Still he felt blessed to have her. Hermione wasn’t some easy piece that every bloke had shagged. Lavender hadn’t been a virgin when he was with her, but Hermione had been, and their first time had been terrible, Hermione crying buckets when he penetrated her the first time. It was a long while before he could touch her intimately again, but he never forget what that night was like.

Ron had no idea how much Hermione had both “toughened and loosened up” since then, with the help of one randy Potions Master. There wasn’t a part of her that hadn’t been penetrated, except for maybe her nostrils and ears. No, the Professor stuck his tongue in both her ears on numerous occasions…so…only her nose was virginal at this point.

Ron’s blue eyes rested on Lavender as she finished up. She said an incantation and the Firebolt rose off the counter and hovered. The witch lowered it and nodded her head.

“All fixed,” she said to Ron, closing the case of tuning wands, “That’ll be four galleons.”

Ron fished the galleons out of his pocket and placed them into Lavender’s hand. When she went to pull her hand away, the wizard held it, looking at the witch. She blinked at him.

“Lavender…I…I…” he began.

The witch gave him a small, sad smile.

”Don’t worry Ron. I know that this was something that…that just happened,” the witch said softly, “I don’t expect anything from you. I’m just glad I was able to be with you one more time. I never got over you, you know. So…this was good for me.”

”It was good for me too, Lavender,” Ron replied, still holding on to her hand, “I don’t think I’m going to be able to forget about this…about you…you’re just so…so…” he started…then faltered.

“Aren’t you and Hermione supposed to be getting married?” Lavender asked him.

Ron nodded.

”Yes, but…but not for a while. It’s going to be our second attempt…our first one was a wash,” the wizard said.

”I heard,” Lavender said, “The way it happened, it was almost like a sign that you weren’t supposed to marry her.”

Lavender still put a lot of stock in “signs and symbolism” and when she read about the sudden deluge she felt it had been an actual “act of the gods” to stop the marriage. Ron coming into her shop the day after and shagging her nearly senseless was another sign. A sign that maybe the redheaded wizard was meant for her after all.

She wasn’t about to let all the gods’ hard work go to waste.

“You’re the second person to tell me that,” Ron said rather glumly, “I’d better go.”

The wizard picked up his broom and started to turn. Lavender suddenly ran around the counter and blocked his way.

“Wait. Ron…do you want to have dinner at my flat tonight?” the witch asked him, “then added, “and…and maybe breakfast? Sort of a last fling? You can…can think of it as a one-witch bachelor party. You’re not married yet.”

And wouldn’t be at all if Lavender Brown had her way. It seemed Eris had struck gold with this one.

Ron looked at Lavender indecisively. He faltered until she licked her full lips suggestively. Gods, what those lips could do to a cock.

”All right. Give me your address,” he said hoarsely.

Lavender hurried back around the counter, pulled a piece of parchment off a pad and jotted down her address. She walked back around the counter and handed the parchment to Ron, who stuck it in his pocket.

”We’re going to have a wonderful time, Ron-Ron,” Lavender purred at him, running her hand over his crotch meaningfully. Ron’s eyes almost rolled up into his head.

”Yeah,” he said.

Suddenly Lavender pulled him into a kiss, just as the shop door opened. The customer froze as the couple kissed. When they parted, Lavender’s eyes grew wide as she looked past Ron.

“What?” Ron said to her turning.

A stone dropped to the bottom of his belly.

The customer walked forward, confusion on his face.

”Ron?” Harry said, adjusting his glasses and looking from his friend to Lavender and back again, “What’s going on here?”

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A/N: Lol. And the plot gets even thicker. Someone said this is like a soap opera. Well, yeah…it is. Soap operas parody everyday life and relationships after all. We’ll just subtitle this one: One Wife to Give. :::winces::: lol. Thanks for reading.

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