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It has been easy for him, to a certain degree, to ‘return to normal’ after the war ended. As soon as he was able to leave his house and look over the fact that Voldemort was finally gone (which to be fair, took him a good few weeks to get over with), Ron Weasley found himself comfortable with the praise and the fame that he got. While Harry and Hermione were struggling a bit with being more social and decided to not appear as much in public, Ron preferred to take control of the narrative of ‘who he was after the war ’ (and defend his friends while doing so, because even when the Wizarding World was in debt with them, reporters were still awful).
He attended events and actively participated in any reunion that was related to the aftermath of war exposing all problems he found. He addressed people who dared to talk to him while being out of the Burrow and became more like a politician in the middle of his campaign rather than a hermit (like the rest of the Trio seems to be lately). He didn’t want to be involved in the decision-making, but he certainly didn’t try to play off as if he wasn’t paying attention to any of it. He wasn’t as stalked as Harry Potter yet, but he was certainly closer than ever. Hence, when the Ministry extended an open invitation for the Golden Trio to join any Department (only Hermione decided to get back to Hogwarts first), people were shocked to hear that Weasley took the chance to be an active Officer in the Magical Law Enforcement Patrol, instead of seeking for a higher position in other Department.
The thought process about the decision had been easy enough for him, as he later explained to the press. Turning down the Auror position that Harry has accepted was more related to the fact that he preferred a day-to-day simple job to a new crusade against the Dark Wizards (don’t get him wrong, he’s still going to fight bad guys daily, but to avoid complex investigations was a must). The fact that this position came with the perks of having high-end pay as a war hero and being a 9-5 job (or as close to it as anyone in the Ministry could get) was also important. Growing up he had learned that he craved that type of simplicity, the type his parents couldn’t always get. To return home before it gets too dark outside, to have time to do whatever he wants or needs instead of being on call. To not need to work his butt off paycheck to paycheck.
It was an easy choice.
Greater than that, as Patrol Officer he was still accessible to the general public —although that was a detail Ron hadn’t exactly envisioned at first—. Since his responsibilities were related to being a constant presence in the streets, people came to his own conclusions; he liked to be closer to them, to the public; Weasley enjoyed being available while protecting them; he was relatable enough to want a good paying easy job and he was sincere about his needs; in summary, he was the perfect man.
Thus, his popularity skyrocketed as soon as the news hit the papers. He was the wizard that every witch desired to get with, the ultimate bachelor. Much more than Harry Potter has ever been (if that was related to the rumor that Harry started to date men after the war, Weasley preferred to ignore it for a while; he liked a bit of ego boost after all) Hence, by the time Ron turned 20, he was already living the life he had always dreamt of. He has his own flat, he earns his own money, his boss loves him, his job is easy, he's no longer struggling, and most importantly, witches follow him like he is the most handsome man alive.
All with only one tiny inconvenience.
His sex life sucks. As in truly catastrophic proportions sucks.
Not in the same way it did before, of course (it didn’t exist before, actually). This time he's not running around to end the war, nor he's being ignored by his lifetime crush. Ron Weasley, for once, has as many options as colors in the world; whoever he's interested in, he's probably able to get (with a small number of exceptions, but whoever doesn't fall for him falls for Harry, and using the excuse to ‘present them to him’ has worked before). He became the famous war hero he was meant to be and that came with some perks he was not going to ignore (he was not that pretentious, but after a lifetime of craving fame he is allowed to enjoy it a bit, right?) People wanted him. At last, the Wizarding World was staring right into him. How could he possibly not take advantage of that? Thus, he has dated the most gorgeous women he had ever known. He has even followed Hermione's advice to date people beyond looks (alright, he was a bit more picky now, he’s not sorry about that; ending their relationship did that to him) but not even that helped to solve his main issue which was the fact that sex was boring.
Most witches fall in love with the tales of the ‘Golden Trio’ and the long-time kindness of its members. People already had a notion of what they expected from them, and Ron is too much of a gentleman to let the fairytale end when a pretty girl stares at him. So he has to act according to what they already envision from him and the facade he, unknowingly has also created. As if he was all noble and kind all the time; always charming with his on-duty smiles and not as idiotic as he has been during his time at school. ‘A catch’ , as older witches would suggest. A man that witches want to keep long enough to marry (sometimes) but didn’t love enough to try to satisfy him in bed, to begin with. And it sucks. Because now he was struggling with the one thing he had never ever considered could be a problem he would have to deal with; having too much sex that didn't satisfy him. As in, had dated more witches than he can remember without a single name that stands out.
Being the knight with shiny armor in bed is boring as hell. An 'in and out' ritual that ended with him cumming after too fucking long —not in a funny kinky way he would have expected— and without any real emotion attached to it; most of the time he tried his best to satisfy his lover (which wasn't as difficult, since they were interested in bragging about it more than the act itself), thus, enjoying the rodeo was more like a second thought than an actual need for him. He wasn't allowed to do much more than ‘enter fast and get out soon’ because most of his girls weren’t interested in anything besides that; all the knowledge he got from Muggle porn magazines became useless as he discovered that most witches didn’t want anything ‘too bold’ in bed (God forbids he even suggest it), and he wasn’t even that type of pervert, to begin with!
But he was the one to blame because the type of witches he liked were alike in one particular way; virgins . He liked them the most, and the worst part was that he wasn’t seeking them on purpose! They were the ones who were the closest to him most of the time. Pureblood witches were a bit more eager to try different positions, so Weasley ends up gravitating around them more often than not. After they came, he worked himself till he came on top of them. 9 out of 10 times they would get grossed out by his seed and that was the moment the whole relationship ended. That 1 that survived always decided that dating him wasn’t as exciting as she had envisioned and then, he was single again.
So yeah, he’s done with it.
Until he found him.
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"I have to ask, Weasley" Zabini's words were barely noticeable on top of his lips, but the hot breath was sending shivers across his skin "Do you prefer for me to go slow on you? Or do you want to get right into it?"
It had been a stupid offer that Ron could have turned down easily; a double date between blokes. Harry —of course, Harry— had been the one to suggest it. After months of acting up as his chaperone, the Auror had told him that maybe changing the league he played in was a solution (he didn’t go as far as to force him to agree, but Ron hadn’t been exactly eager to accept either). When Malfoy commented a few days after that he knew someone who was interested in being ‘the test subject’, Weasley admitted that he had nothing to lose, really.
So, by the weekend here they were.
Harry and Ron had entered a pub and walked straight to the private rooms on the second floor. The place was big enough to be considered a pub on its own; a dancefloor, an enchanted bar, and a bunch of comfortable seats distributed around the room. Harry was seated next to Malfoy on the other side (or was Malfoy on top of him at that point?), and Blaise was careful to leave enough space between him and Ron as they first encountered. Weasley had taken the seat next to him after they had taken a few drinks and they talked about it. He hadn’t walked in without knowing that Blaised was interested in him. Therefore, he didn’t pretend to not know what the Slytherin wanted.
As the Firewhisky numbs his insecurities, Ron seems less riddled up. He had never dated a guy before, but if it was better than being with any of his previous girls, so be it.
"I don't want to fuck in front of my best friend if that's what you mean" Ron admitted, without an inch of shame; he heard Harry almost chocking with his beer at his words, and he couldn't help but smile on Blaise's lips as he continues "But I don't really want you to be soft with me right now, Blaise…"
His answer seemed to be the perfect one because he was rewarded with a giggle that he hadn't heard before. It wasn’t as light and innocent as one could expect; it was more like a dark tone that followed an even darker joke.
"Alright, then" Was the only thing that he understood as Blaise closed the distance between the two of them, and started to kiss him roughly.
It was odd . Different in every possible detail but pretty much the same in a number of ways. Zabini's mouth felt soft under his, but his movements weren't as delicate as he was used to. For once, the kiss he was receiving wasn't all fondness and tenderness, it was more passionate, and desperate. His hands found the back of Blaise's neck and he was touching the skin beneath his fingers with an urge he hadn't felt in ages. Blaise was also touching him, his fingers tightly gripped in his chin. Ron was almost whining by the time Blaise released him, but he didn't get to complain that much when he noticed the way he was pulling him out of his place, making him stand up from his seat by taking his arm before reaching for his hands.
"Come here, baby" He said, and Ron would have complained about the smirk on his face if not because that name did something to him. Ignoring the heat on his cheeks he stumped on his lap and went back for his mouth; Zabini was smiling again against his lips and Ron took his neck again, this time moving his hands up till he could touch his scalp, marveling at the odd softness of it. He was so used to tangling his fingers on long locks of hair, and Blaise's was so short that it was almost non-existent.
"You like it, don't you?" The Italian noticed, as their mouths moved away for a second, teeth playing dangerously with his lips. Ron observed him through half-open lids and nodded. Lost for words. "I like yours too" Blaise admitted, but his hands weren't on top of his head by any means "Although I have found a place that I much more prefer to touch"
When he squeezes his hips, lowering his grip till he's touching his butt cheeks, Weasley almost moans with surprise.
"And… That's definitely our cue to leave" Harry comments, as he stands up and takes Malfoy's hand to drag him out of there "Malfoy…" He urges him, his face even redder than Ron's hair.
The blond didn't even try to hide his smirk as they walked towards the exit, a firm grip under Harry’s fingers. He knew this pair needed to exist; he could bet Weasley was about to get a lifetime debt with him. Ron doesn't stare at them as they leave, too lost in thoughts about what he and Blaise can do tonight; eager to discover what he has missed. As the door shuts close, Weasley is moving again towards the Slytherin. Zabini received his kiss with the same strength. All possessive, all desperate. As Zabini touches him, Ron can't help but grin ever further.
"Merlin. You're hot" He says, while Blaise has lost himself on his neck, kissing and biting every place he touches; Weasley is groaning at the roughness of his mouth, but doesn't complain at all "How do you want to do this, Zabini?" He wondered, breathing heavily.
A particular hard bite made him moan.
"That depends on what you want me to do to you, Ronald" He explains to him, he has moved away just enough to stare directly at him. The hand on his lower body is a clear message, but his voice is all honesty as he states "Whatever you want to try out first, we can do it"
"Harry told me pretty much all I could need to know, but I can't remember shit right now" Ron confesses, and Blaise found hard not to grin at his tone; he didn't sound scared of it, instead, he sounded excited "I'll follow your lead, mate"
That does it. Zabini's smug expression is noticeable, and Ron almost frowns at it. He doesn't get the chance to be too conflicted about it, because Blaise's hands are already massaging the meat inside of them. Ron trembles in place. Not a single witch has touched his ass before, and this doesn't feel as strange as it should.
"Mate…? Honestly, Weasley. I'm amazed you even get a date, to begin with… Are you always this eloquent? This… Tender?" He murmured, before starting to kiss the exposed skin once again.
Ron leaves him to do as he pleases. His hands are locked down on Zabini's shoulders. His trousers are getting tighter by the second, but he's invested in Blaise's words as much as he is in his body. That's also different.
"No, I'm not always like this... That's pretty much the point, actually… I needed… something rougher than my usual dates…. Witches I've slept with are… too soft most of the time… I wanted to try something… different"
The fact that he manages to keep speaking as Zabini is touching the skin under his shirt must be worthy of a prize. The Slytherin had slid one of his hands beneath his robes and was now caressing his abdomen, moving his way till he could grab his hip bone harshly.
"I heard… That could hurt pretty bad… The first time" Ron continues, but this time he can't truly add much more than that. His cock felt harder than before, and all the blood was running away from his upper region to concentrate on the lower half.
"We can take it slow and easy tonight" Blaise suggested, as he kisses his chin; his hands are starting to slide their way under his trousers, touching his butt on top of his underwear "Not boring, just… Steady. Give you some time to adjust"
Ron surprised himself when he nodded to his words. They were kissing again, and his hips were already trying to move against Zabini's body. The hard grip on his ass made it difficult for him to rock harder than that. Whining a bit, Ron stares at him again. Zabini's eyes were fixated on him.
"I would need for you to use your words, Weasley. I want to make sure you enjoy it" He reminded him, with all seriousness in his tone.
"Slow and easy is fine" Ron accepted, not even a slight of doubt.
"Wanna go to bed or…?" Blaise asked, tentatively; as if he was ready to lift him in that same moment.
"I wanna ride you" Weasley babbled, without even considering it. After hearing that, he felt embarrassed. Blaise didn't laugh at him, thankfully "I have never…"
"That's okay, baby… You don't have to be good at it just yet…" Blaise responded "We're doing what you want, Ron… No need to be ashamed of that"
As if he was an expert on dealing with Weasley already, Blaise kissed him again, this time more slowly. He reassured his words through actions, and Ron was grateful for it. Their mouths weren't fighting as hard anymore, but Weasley found that he did also enjoy this type of kiss coming from him; something less violent but meaningful. He touched his neck one more, and Zabini was opening his trousers without commenting much more. When Weasley noticed he was able to take those off, he stood up just enough for Blaise to pull them out of the way. They were stuck halfway, but Ron wasn't that much disturbed because of it.
"Rise up, baby" Zabini commanded, releasing his lips, and Ron was standing up soon after. "Take everything off" He instructed, as he was working his way to discard his own trousers. The sound of the belt was echoing with the fabric sliding its way off Ron's skin. Zabini obligates himself to stare at his own body for a second, reminding himself to slow down.
When Blaise stared at him again, Ron was still in place. He looked incredibly embarrassed, and his boxers were still on. Blaise smiled at him, not smugness this time. He was careful not to come off as a dick as he took Ron's hand and invited him to move back on top of him.
"It's okay, Weasley. I can disapparate them later on" He promised, and that little attempt to keep him comfortable made him smile warmly, nodding again as Blaise kissed him softly.
Much more confident than before, Ron started to heat up the kiss again. His mouth became more demanding as if he had been starving for months for it. Blaise responded to that with ease, giving the other the amount of force he was looking for. Touching every inch at his disposal, Zabini makes sure to caress every place under his touch. Pinching his pale skin leaves tiny marks that make Ronald moan loudly. The bulge between his legs is noticeable enough to touch Blaise's stomach, but he ignores that heat as his hands leave phantom touches around his thighs and lower back, focusing on keeping him steady in place.
"Zabini…" The redhead groans, and this time, Blaise isn't trying to keep him from thrusting, hence, his body is searching for needed friction right on top of his dick.
"Need a hand there, baby?" He teased him, slightly; his palm was already reaching for it.
"Yeah…" Ron responded, his head leaning back, exposing his neck again and Blaise went to leave kisses on it once more. He hadn’t ever considered his neck was this sensitive before, and Zabini not needing instructions made it better. Ron can hear the elastic being pulled a bit, but before he can argue to keep them on, Zabini's hand is grabbing him. He groaned louder than before, he was so hard that it hurt. Not a single time he had managed to convince a witch to touch him directly, and now that it was such a harsh grip "Zabini!" He cursed him, as the man began to thrust his fist slowly.
It was just as he had promised, but better. Steady and easy. As low paced as any distracted wank could be, but 10 times more effective than anything Ron has ever done. Blaise's touch was tentatively, almost delicate under his clothes. He touched him as if he was just learning how to do it, and in many senses, he was truly just getting to know him.
The fact that he was doing it that way made it even more enjoyable; he made Ron feel as if he was learning so eagerly to make sure next time was greater than this. As if Ron would expect improvement over the best he has ever got.
"Merlin. That's good" He growled, under his breath. His hips were rocking against Zabini's fist already. He wasn't even aware of how his body was acting on his own.
"You're already full of pre-cum, Ronald" Blaise commented, and his fingers dragged that wetness on the rest of his length to prove his point "When was the last time someone touched you like this?" He squeezes him slightly, and Ron moans softly.
"Never…" He admitted, moving away just enough to stare at him; his eyes were now looking for the other; as their gazes connected, he continued "No one… Has touched me there… Before…"
Weasley can see it then. The way Blaise's demeanor has changed. The never-ending interest he's suddenly experienced. He tries to keep it quiet as Zabini stares at him with hunger, his hand moving now a bit faster. His grip is tighter, his thumb is rubbing more consciously on his head. Back and forth, he's putting him on edge.
"You have only touched yourself" Blaise’s comment is for no one but himself, and Ron can tell. Still, he nodded "Sweet Salazar, what the fuck were you thinking…?" He groans as his fist is pressing harder; Ron is so close that his eyes are shutting "Letting a nobody see you like this? To do such things with your body?"
"Zabini" Ron tried to warn, but the fast movements on his cock were much more than he could handle. Tightening his grip on his shoulder, Ron leans towards Blaise, his cheeks rubbing with each other, letting his voice come next to Blaise's ears "Zabini, more please… "
"Weasley. You're a fucking mess under my touch" He appreciates, marveled.
His words mixed with the roughness of his touch make Ron cum. White threads are coming out of his cock with rocking force, staining all over Blaise’s hand. Zabini is still wanking him out of his orgasm, too accustomed to doing that to himself to stop; making Weasley shiver almost violently under his grip. Ron closed his eyes hard, but he could swear he had seen a white light for a hot second after he cums; he can’t even form any words "For Merlin's sake, Ronald…" Blaise sounded almost pissed at Weasley's moans
He was not, however, mad at him. He was only baffled by the fact that Ron Weasley had taken up on such a stupid decision; following an idea that could have killed him (not as in deathly danger, perhaps, but it could have been dangerous for his body and its lower parts). Malfoy had said that Weasley was just looking for a fun time with his first bloke, not that he was so new in the game. Accepting to be fuck on the first date? Zabini could work with that. Doing so with so little experience under his belt? That was what he could throw a fit about.
He was pretty much a virgin in Blaise's eyes right now. If rumors were anything to consider, all his laid have been the type Zabini experienced back in school (when wetting his dick was a perfect description of his actions rather than an euphemism); too innocent to even count as sex experience, but tender enough to set a record with about how kind he was in bed.
Nothing too bold, nothing too eager. Hell, if this hand-job had been his greatest experience, Zabini was standing right in front of a miracle. A white canvas that any wizard would have been willing to use; to customize. A student that was eager to learn. The ultimate type of bottom that any top would kill to get.
And he was supposed to take care of him?! To measure himself around Weasley knowing this?! He doesn't have that kind of auto-control! Not with him! He’s been dreaming about this boy ever since their sixth year; he was going to kill Malfoy later or suck him off till the end of times as the fucking follower he was in case this worked (he would even fight Potter on that to prove his point).
DAMN.
Groaning not-so-kindly, Zabini leaves the soft cock alone. His free arm is around Ron, keeping him in place as the pale body rests on him. He can feel the round ass on top of his own erection. All his thoughts hadn’t helped to cool him off. He has almost forgotten about what they planned to do next.
Salazar, please give him fucking strength.
"God. That was…" He hears Ron mutters, and Blaise finally notices how long he has been holding his breath. He sighs loud, and Weasley is moving away just enough to look at him, curiously.
It's a sin on its own. The post-orgasm stare, the plump pinkish lips, and the redness of his face. The overall lightness that surrounded him. He gulps.
"I'm sorry, baby. I think I went too rough on you on the last bit" Zabini confesses, but Ron's eyes are shining with excitement. God, are you there?
"You kidding? That was awesome, mate!" Ron responded as if he hadn't been exhausted just a second ago.
Dear Merlin. He's such a dork. Gold Retriever energy at its finest.
"But you haven't finished yet!" He continues, and Zabini would cry out of excitement if not because he knows Ron isn't ready for what he actually wants. Would he be able to lure him to suck him off right now? Would that be too much?
Blaise may actually tear up as Ron is now standing with shaky legs and all, kneeling in front of him. God have mercy.
"Weasley?" He calls, and Ron is already pulling off the trousers Zabini didn't bother to fully remove before; he’s not staring at him just yet “Baby?” He tries again, and that helps; the redhead is looking at him with that shine in his eyes, all eager and willing to do as been told.
"I don't know how to do it” Ron explains, his hands still occupied removing the dark fabric out of his way “But I learn fast, promise" If he weren’t placing his palms on his thighs already with his head so close to it, Zabini could have thought about it a bit more.
“Jesus Christ” He murmured, before standing up, taking Ron’s hands to make him rise with him; the older wizard was about to complain as Zabini explained “I’m not going to continue with anything in this place, baby… My place?” He suggested, half expecting this to be the deal-breaker Weasley was waiting for.
“Yeah, sure, mate” He responded, before he went and kissed him again.
To this day, none of them remember what happened with the clothes they left after they apparate out of there.
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EXTRA
“So, how did it go?”
Although Auror Potter is trying his best to keep his voice soft and lighthearted, Ron is perfectly capable of finding the teasing tone under it. They were walking inside his office (Officer Weasley’s office; the Auror had been reluctant to accept his own just yet) Lunch time was about to begin and both of them had the non-verbal agreement of sharing that time of the day each Monday. As part of the ritual, Ron is undressing out of his uniform to get into more casual clothing. Another perk of his job; unlike Aurors, he doesn’t have to be stuck with his robes all day. Potter is leaning on the desk as he waits for his response; if he does notice the love bites on Ron’s neck, he doesn’t comment on those.
“I’m almost mad at you, mate” The Officer finally confesses, as his arms slide into the jacket he’s going to wear today “You said it was difficult to navigate through, but Blaise was very accommodating”
“I bet he was” Harry murmured, joyfully; before Ron could get offended he explained himself “I told you I had a difficult time with my first dates, not that every bloke out there is that way” He reminded him.
While Ron had lived the last years dating inexperienced pretty girls, Potter had a rough journey of his own with men. He had discovered he enjoyed getting fuck by dudes far more than he enjoyed dating girls; he had also been painfully guided through the whole ordeal with his first dates. As time went by, he had accepted that most wizards were not as rude as he had to adjust in the first place. By the time he and Malfoy got together, Draco was bitching about how the fuck did he allowed other wizards to manhandle him that way (as much as he was grateful for it, according to Harry; even if Draco would never admit it out loud) Apparently, the Savior had developed a strong resistance in bed, and the former Death Eater found that beyond amusing when he was able to look past the fact Harry Potter had been fucked by fucking animals.
“Still, mate. By the time we got to the good part, I was almost preparing to die” Ron continues; soon after he finishes changing, they walk out “I can’t be sure if he read minds or not, but he was very kind the whole time”
“Yeah, I think I can get that” Harry responded; as they exited the Department Harry stared for a second at the HIT section finding it empty, the sigh was quiet and loud at the same time; his gaze turned back to his friend as he speaks “Malfoy was bickering about it the whole night, you know? Apparently, Blaise has had a massive crush on you ever since sixth grade. Did you know that?”
Fuck Zabini, he got what he wanted. Keeping it secret was not his problem.
“That makes sense, actually. Not that I ever noticed how he perceived me in school or anything, but last night, he was… Into it” Ron confesses as they make their way to the Floo lines “I mean. It was not as romantic as a gal can be, mate, but the look on his face…”
It had been a type of softness he didn’t know he craved.
“Well, then… What do you think?” Potter wondered, and Ron was now staring at him without fully understanding what he was asking; raising an eyebrow he explained “It was better? Did it help you? Because, honestly, Ron… If I have to chaperone you one more time for you to end up bickering about it…”
“He asked me out” Weasley babbled, but instead of sounding confused because of it he was rather serious; as if his words were the most obvious answer in the world. Almost as if he was surprised he had to say it.
“What?” Now, Harry was the perplexed one “Are you serious? You and Blaise?”
He had no reason to sound that surprised, honestly.
“Well, duh, mate. You and Malfoy set me up with him… Aren’t you cool with it?”
“I was almost expecting it to be an awakening call for you, actually…” Harry murmured, surprised; he had that smug expression on his face as he added “I even told Draco you would be dragging me out to the gay bars next… Which, just so you know, made him throw a fit over. I was vouching for you, mate”
Weasley had a hard time not laughing too much about it.
“Merlin, Harry. You just miss the attention you get there…” He accused him, and the Auror didn’t even try to deny it “I bet you wouldn’t be that eager to go if Malfoy comes with you; he takes the spotlight so easily”
And at the noticeable frown on his face, he smiles even wider.
“Oh, shut it. I’ll lock him up in my apartment if I have to” Harry promises “He and Blaise are worse than I; did you know Malfoy even uses a different name when he goes out? Even fucking Zabini does now…”
Both men are closer to the chimney now.
“A catholic name, perhaps?” Ron adventured, behind all the heat from last night he caught up with a number of wonders that had interested him. Pet names aside, Zabini kept bringing up God from time to time. Mostly when he was close to cum, or when Ron did something particularly surprising to him.
“How do you know?” Harry accuses, narrowing his eyes; Ron getting redder is answer enough, but he still gives in
“Apparently, my boy is a faithful catholic in bed… Which I bet is a whole conversation that we will need to have at some point, considering I’m tempted to play with it”
“Oh, God. You’re going to be even worse than before, aren’t you?” Harry realized it too late.
So far, Ronald Weasley had only complained that witches were boring, but not a single time Harry has dared to wonder why exactly. He should have known, though, considering Ron hadn’t ever bat an eye as Harry told him every single misfortune he had encountered with his previous exes. Meddling him with Blaise Zabini must have been the worst mistake he has ever made, considering Zabini was as perverted as Malfoy or Potter himself.
“Oh, mate. You have no idea” Weasley accepted.
At least, sex wasn’t boring anymore.
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