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Jaded

By ethereallie

Other / Romance

Confessions

Ron Weasley was sitting inside his Muggle car, waiting for her fiancé to get off work. He was browsing thru his phone when he heard a loud tap on the window. He turned to his side, his brows furrowed with annoyance. "Yes?"

"Miss me?"

Ron's eyes widen in mortification when he recognized the voice. He quickly jumped out of the car and started checking the surroundings. "What are you doing here?" he hissed.

"You've been ignoring me, you didn't show up last night!"

Ron grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her towards the back of the car, hiding them from plain view. "You should not have approached me here, Hermione might see you. This is very careless and irresponsible! You need to go home, I'll call you when the coast is clear!" he whispered furiously.

The woman yanked her arm free from his grip and frowned, "Why do we have to hide it in the first place? I'm tired of hiding Ronald! I was not brought up my parents to be a kept woman! It's either you tell her now or we should end this!" she threatened before she turned on her heels and started walking away.

Ron grabbed her arm again; "Don't be like that, we'll talk later, okay?"

The woman glared at him as she pulled her arm away. She blatantly ignored his statement and stormed out without responding.

Ronald watched her leave, his hands balled into tight fists.

"Ron? Who was that?"

Ron arranged his features before he turned around. He spotted his fiancé leaning on his car and immediately pasted a smile on his face, "No one love, she's just offering flyers," he lied as he made his way towards her.

Hermione smiled brightly and lifted the box that she was holding, "I bought Strawberry Cream Cake, do you think the kids will like this?" she asked.

Ron nodded, "They eat almost anything, let's go?" he asked.

Hermione smiled, "Lets" she replied.

Ron opened the passenger door and took the box from his fiancé's hands; "I'll put this in the back," he offered.

"Thanks," Hermione replied as she climbed into the passenger seat.

Ron closed her door and opened the one on the back. He carefully placed the box on top of the leather seat and closed the door. "Close call," he mumbled as he rounded the car.


"Where are you going?" Hermione murmured sleepily as she snuggled deeper into the covers.

"I just remembered that I forgot to lock my drawers in my office. My top secret assignment is in there. Kingsley will have my arse if someone reads it," Ron explained nervously.

"Mmkay, come home soon," she replied before drifting back to sleep.

Ron let out a relieved sigh as he padded towards Hermione's side. He planted a soft kiss on top of her curls and tucked the comforter closer to her slumbering form. "Will do love, sleep now," he whispered. He then walked towards the door and pulled it open. He flicked the lights off and quietly closed the door behind him. He braced his hands on his hips and hung his head in shame, "I'm sorry love, I would end it tonight, I promise - I love you..." he thought before disapparating. 


"Didn't think you would still show up."

Ron plopped down on the love-seat and buried his face in his palms, "Stop it, Millie, please."

"Did you tell the Mudblood?" Millicent Bullstrode asked coldly.

Ron's head snapped up and glared at the woman standing right in front of him; "DO.NOT.CALL.HER.THAT!" he snapped.

Millicent studied his face for a few seconds and threw her head back and laughed bitterly, "I thought so," she spat. She then walked towards her door and yanked it open; "Get out then, I don't want you soiling my house anymore."

Ron shot out of his seat, his face as red as his hair. He trudged towards her and wrapped his hands around her wrists, "Let's talk, I don't want to end it like this."

Millicent's eyes started welling with tears, "I can't do this to myself anymore," she admitted.

"I know, I don't think I can too. Please let's - let's end this as amicable as we can," Ron pleaded.

Tears fell down her cheeks as her resolve crumbled at his plea. Her knees buckled, making her sprawl haphazardly on the floor. She buried her face into her palms just as sobs started escaping her lips.

Ron felt guilt gnaw at his gut as he watched Millicent cry, "Millie, don't do this - please stand up," he gently coaxed.

Millicent wiped her eyes and sniffed. She tilted her face to meet his eyes and stared at his pain-laden face. She felt a tiny spark of hope with his reaction so she decided to grasp her straws. She kneeled right in front of him and leveled her face with his crotch. She seductively ran her hands along his calves and pressed her breast to his thighs. She leaned closer and rested her chin on top of his bulge.

Ron gasped as he felt a part of his anatomy twitch with the unexpected contact. He cleared his throat and tried to take a step back, "What are you doing?"

Millicent held tighter and started rubbing her cheek along his fast bulging crotch.

Ron bit his bottom lip to stifle his moans of pleasure.

"Please don't leave me," she said sultrily.

Ron's eyes snapped close, his hips involuntarily thrusting forward, "Hmmmmnnn..." he groaned.

Millicent pressed her face closer and playfully nipped his full blown erection.

"Fuck!" he hissed, his voice full of pleasure.

Millicent pulled her face a fraction and began trailing her hands up. She stopped on his belt buckle and started tugging it. 

Ron opened his eyes, his gaze burning with lust, "Millie....stop," he said halfheartedly.

Millicent ignored his words and hastily pulled his pants down. She slipped her fingers under the garter of his boxers before meeting his eyes. She made a show of licking her lips as she set his erection free from its confines. 

Ron still looked uncertain, "Err ---"

Millicent leaned forward and wrapped her lips around him, taking him back to her throat. 

Ron's resolved disappeared like a puff of smoke. He moved his hands to her head and started rocking back in forth.

"I guess I won again, Mudblood," Millicent thought gleefully. 


The next day:

"Harry?"

Harry stopped rifling through his parchments and stared at his best friend, "Yeah?"

Hermione sat down on the chair right in front of his desk, "Can I ask you something? It's about Ron..."

"Go on,"

"Do you know if Kingsley gave him a top secret assignment?" Hermione asked.

Harry looked confused as he leaned back on his seat, "I'm not sure, but as far as Kingsley is concerned, he's out of the country -he's in France, why?"

"Really?"

"Is something the matter, Mione?"

Hermione threw him a look, "It's just, he was - never mind," she shook her head and stood up.

Harry frowned,"Sit down Mione and tell me what's wrong."

Hermione worried her bottom lip as she plopped back down. She tucked a loose curl behind her ear, "It's Ron, he left last night. He told me that he needed to get back here to lock his drawers because of Kingsley's assignment, but then he never came back."

Harry pushed away from his desk and stood up. He made his way towards Ron's desk and pulled the drawer open.

Hermione threw him an aghast look, "That's supposed to be locked! He came here last night to - wait, what's are you looking at?" 

Harry slipped the parchments back into the drawer, his face unreadable; "Old Auror notes and some flyers."

Hermione frowned.

Harry closed the drawer with a loud snap before he made his way back. He stood right in front of her and gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Maybe it's nothing Mione, we don't know why he came here last night. We both know Ron and his quirkiness..." he said with a strained voice.

Hermione mulled over his words, "Y- yeah, I'm just being paranoid I guess," she replied reluctantly.

Harry forced out a smile, "Do you want to grab lunch?"

"Your treat?"

"Who else? Malfoy's?"

Hermione slapped his arm as she stood up, "Who knows!" she chuckled as she padded towards the door.

Harry looked at Ron's desk with a frown before trailing behind his best friend.


Ron stirred, his eyes slowly fluttering open. He scratched his chest as he started taking in his surroundings.

"Morning sunshine!"

Ron's head snapped to the side and instantly spotted Millicent leaning on the door frame. "Fuck!" he cursed as he threw the duvet off his body. He scrambled out of the bed and began looking for his clothes, "Buggering hell!"

Millicent ignored his reaction, "I prepared lunch, let's eat," she said with a smile.

"What are you on about?" Ron snapped as he tugged his pants up.

Millicent crossed her arms on top of her chest, "Lunch, the meal people eat when it's noon," she replied dismissively.

Ron's eyes almost bulged out its socket, "You have to be kidding - where's my shirt?" he asked, his voiced tinged with panic.

"It's in the laundry, it was dirty," Millicent replied with a shrug.

Ron snatched his wand from the side table and summoned his shirt.

Millicent pulled away from her perch and walked towards him, halting his frantic movements. "What's the rush? You just woke up, you have time to---"

"I don't have time! I should not have slept here! Hermione will kill me!" Ron snapped as he batted her prying hands away.

Millicent stiffened, her face scrunched up with disgust and anger. "Hermione? Are you fucking kidding me?"

Ron continued buttoning his shirt, "I left her last night with a stupid excuse - I need to see her and explain where I have been," he explained.

"You're finally telling her about us?" Millicent asked excitedly.

Ron didn't respond, his face void of emotion.

Millicent clenched her fists, "Ron?"

Ron shook his head and pocketed his wand. He then leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lover's lips. "Thank's for last night love, we'll talk about this next time," he said before hurriedly walking towards the door.

Millicent took a step back and collapsed on the bed, her eyes still fixed on the door.


Ron stealthily opened the door and peaked in. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was empty. He entered the room and lazily strolled towards his desk.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in."

Ron froze like a deer caught in headlights. Slowly, he turned his face towards the voice and noticed Harry standing behind the door, "Oh, it's you, I didn't see you there. Good afternoon mate," he greeted.

Harry narrowed his eyes at him, "Where have you been? Mione told me that you went here last night because you have to lock your drawer? Want to tell me what's that stupid excuse is for?"

Ron's face paled as he scampered towards his desk. He pulled his chair out and sat down, "I went out and I didn't want her to know," he lied.

Harry padded towards him and braced his hands on his desk, "It's curious you know, because she also mentioned that Kingsley left you a top secret assigment. I mean, I'm Head Auror, I'd like to think that Kingsley would have told me about that."

Ron avoided is gaze and chuckled nervously; "I was just making excuses, like what I already told you, I lied and just went for a breather, that's all."

Harry pretended to accept his explanation and nodded, "So where did you go?"

Ron shifted on his chair, "I - I was at The Leaky Cauldron, drinking."

Harry nodded again; "Oh I see..." he trailed off. He waited for a few beats before pointing a menacing finger at his neck,"Did a bottle made that huge hickey?" he asked darkly.

Ron felt all the blood seep out of his face so he lowered his head and started rifling through his drawer, "It's not a hickey. It's was an allergic reaction to the nuts I ate last night - it's just a rash," he rambled.

Harry pulled away from his perch and rounded the desk. He grabbed the armrest and swivelled the chair to face him. He leaned forward and levelled his face with his, "If I ever find out that you're cheating on Hermione with some slag, Merlin forbid, I will kill you - best friend or not. I already stood by your side once, when you cheated on her with Lavender and I won't make that stupid same mistake again. Do you understand me? Are we clear on this?"

Ron swallowed hard, "I-I'm not cheating on Hermione, these are just rashes...really," he stuttered.

Harry eyed him for a couple of seconds before pulling away, "Just be sure about that, because if I ever catch you, you'd be living a life of a monk," he threatened.

Ron found himself nodding, "Crystal clear and I won't do that to Hermione, she's - she's my fiancé."

Harry pulled away and started walking away. He was almost at the door when he paused to look at him again, "Oh, before I forget,"

"What?" Ron gulped.

Harry fixed his crooked glasses; "Don't be daft with your excuses. Hermione is not called the brightest witch of our age for nothing," he said.

Ron managed to let out a chuckle,"Yeah, I figured."

Harry said nothing and just continued on his way.

Ron waited for the door to close before he braced his elbows on top of his desk, "Fuck!" he cursed as he buried his face in his palms.


"Had a rough day?"

Harry stepped out of the fireplace with a surprised look on his face, "I thought you were in Paris?"

Astoria Potter nee Greengrass smiled widely as she walked towards her husband. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, "I've missed you," she whispered.

Harry grinned, "Oh sweetling, I've missed you too,c he cooed.

Astoria kissed his neck before pulling a fraction to meet his gaze,"How was work?" she paused and studied his face. "And what's with the look?"

Harry buried his face into the crook of her neck; "It's been a long day and Ron is driving me nuts," he mumbled.

Astoria ran her fingers through his unruly hair, "Why? What's with Ron?"

Harry scooped his wife from the floor and made his way towards the couch.

"Harry! Put me down!" Astoria chortled.

Harry sat down and positioned her on his lap to face him, "I think he's having an affair," he said bluntly.

Astoria's eyes widen in shock, "What? Does Hermione know? What the hell happened?"

Harry leaned back; "No, but I think she's starting to suspect something. We had lunch together and she told me that Ron is being sketchy about his whereabouts for weeks now," he sighed and took his glasses off. "And last night, he went out in the middle of the night to go to our office because he forgot to lock his drawer," he scrunched his nose. "I cornered him and he admitted that he lied, he didn't go to the office - he went to the Leakey to grab a drink."

Astoria suddenly looked unsure as she shifted on his lap.

Harry furrowed his brows, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Astoria un-straddled his waist and stood up. She folded her arms on top of her chest and began pacing, "I'm not sure, but I heard something while I was at Daphne's..."

Harry sat straighter, "What did you hear?" he asked.

Astoria stopped and sat on top of the coffee table right in front of her husband. She gathered her hands on her lap and clasped it together, "When I visited Daphne, Pansy was also there. They were talking quite loudly so I can't help but overhear their conversation. They mentioned something about Millicent---"

"Whoa! Did you say, Millicent? As in Millicent Bullstrode? The giant Slytherin student who woman-handled Hermione back in Hogwarts?" Harry interjected.

Astoria rolled her eyes; "Yes, that's her. And for your information Millie has turned into a beauty after graduation. If you can see her now I bet you wouldn't recognize her. Now, do you still want me to continue?" she asked.

Harry nodded; "I'm sorry love, go on..."

"Pansy mentioned that Millicent was deluded, that she's seeing someone she wasn't supposed to. Pansy was indignant because the person Millie was seeing is engaged to someone else. Then my sister calmed her down, saying that she shouldn't spout out nonsense because it might cause damage. Pansy shrieked again and stated that she was not spouting nonsense because she'd seen---" Astoria paused and looked at him sadly. "Seen Ron at her house last night."

Harry didn't respond, his face void of emotion. 

"Harry?"

Harry still kept silent.

Astoria stood and kneeled right in front of her husband. She caught his hands in hers and squeezed it to get his attention, "Love? Please talk to me - it's just hearsay, nothing is definite. Pansy might be wrong..." she offered.

Harry gritted his teeth, "You know what I'm afraid of?"

"What?"

"I'm afraid that Parkinson might be right and I might end up killing one of my best friends," Harry said darkly.

"Do you think he's really capable of doing that? They're engaged for Merlin's sake!"

Harry shook his head; "He's capable, he already did it once. I don't know what I'll do to - I swear I will strangle him," he hissed.

Astoria bit her lower lip; "Don't do anything drastic, he's still your best friend."

"He stopped being my best friend when he decided to let his fly down for another woman aside from my other best friend." Harry said stonily.

Astoria sighed and began rubbing his hand; "Let's think this over hmmn?"

Harry kept silent.


Hermione got off work early so she decided to drop by her fiancé's office. She grabbed the knob and was about to push the door open when she heard his voice. Instead of entering like she planned, she pressed her ear on the wood and listened.

"We should stop this, Hermione is getting suspicious and Harry won't get off my back," Ron said frantically.

Hermione froze, her heart beating furiously inside her chest. She willed herself to step away and just leave, but her brain is not sending the right signals to her muscles for her to be able to move.

"No, I'm not breaking up with you over the phone. I already went there last night to set things straight, but you distracted me with sex!" Ron accused.

Hermione felt like she's been doused with cold water upon hearing Ron's words.

"I did not promise you anything! I already told you that I'm getting married, but you still insisted that she wouldn't know! She's already starting to figure things out and I can't do this anymore. She's my best friend and I love her, I'll marry her so I'm ending this - we're over."

Hermione's knees gave in, making her slump down on the floor. She buried her face into her palms as uncontrollable sobs escaped her lips.

"Granger?"

Hermione's head instantly snapped towards the voice, "M-Malfoy?" she croaked.

Draco furrowed his brows, "What are you doing down there? Are you alright?" he asked.

Hermione hastily wiped her face and forced herself to stand up, "Y-yes, I'm fine," she replied shakily. She then hugged her bag to her front, "I better go, bye," she blurted out before storming out.

Draco watched Hermione's back with confusion, "What in Merlin's pant's was that?" he asked himself.



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