A Bit of Magic is What That Is - Part III, The end!
Oh Ron, I am so sorry. It just wasn't finished without the third part somehow. I'll leave you be to have nice sweet girls, like Hermione now. At least for a while.

Title: A Bit of Magic is What That Is! Part III, The End
Pairing/Character: Ron Weasley, a Muggle girl called Sharon, and his colleagues from the Chudley Cannons
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: 2,179
Summary: It's the night after Ron's first game as Keeper for the Chudley Cannons. The lads go down the pub after the game.
Author's Notes: Especially for those outside of the UK/Europe, Majorca is one of the Balearic Islands, in the Medditeranean Sea. It's name has a few different interpretations for pronounciation. That information might just help towards the end!
Link to Parts I and II: **Here**



A bit of Magic is What That is!

“Maaaaate!”

As he stepped from the shower Ron felt himself scooped up into the air, and looked down to see himself riding on the team’s shoulders, his towel in a heap on the floor.

“I’m all wet,” he exclaimed. “Wet and dripping!” It was hard not to laugh.

“Yeah, and you’re about to do a lap of honour.”

The voice was easily recognisable as that of the Captain and Seeker and then just as that registered Ron let out a shriek. “No, my mum and dad are out there.”

“So what?”

“So, I’m dripping wet and naked and you’re taking me out there, that’s what,” Ron exclaimed laughing as it was too late and he was outside in the entrance way being run around shoulder high where he was having to hold tight to two of the blokes who he was perched upon with no hands free to cover his modesty in any way. It was hard not to shriek with laughter when Ron heard Lavender’s mum exclaim about the sight and harder not to do so again when the team realised and took him to do a bow in front of her.

“You bastards,” Ron laughed, tears rolling down his face now as they returned to the changing rooms.

“She’ll have seen just what her daughter saw in you, won’t she!”

“Shut up!”

As quickly as he could Ron pulled his clothes on, slipping his feet into trainers and summoning his jacket from a peg. “And, now you lot owe me a drink. Who gets the honour of buying first then?”

The Queens Legs was busy but a few carefully hidden charms meant that the team’s favourite after game area emptied as soon as they wanted to sit down. The close call in the result of the game meant that everyone was carefree and extremely keen to be enjoying themselves. Ron’s ears had stopped being quite so red now. He was glad he’d already declined going back for a glass of wine with his mum and dad, and Lavender’s parents too, but wondered what he’d have done had Lavender herself been there with them. Lost in thought for a moment he felt something being slipped into a hand.

“What’s that?”

“Have a look mate.”

Hastily Ron shoved the little silver packet into his pocket and grinned. “You heard then!”

“Heard what?”

“About Sharon.” Ron looked at Bert, who was feigning innocence and trying to carry on a conversation with one of the older players. Two or three others were sniggering behind a hand.

“Sharon? Who’s Sharon?”

“Shut up!” Ron exclaimed, picking up his pint and downing it. “Who was getting the next one?” He was enjoying himself now.

”Tommy!”

Ron didn’t notice the other players digging each other in the ribs, and some more smirking. He was getting stuck into his third, or was it fourth, Muggle pint, and remembering how much weaker it was than Wizard pints. Why did the Muggles put up with that?

”TOMMY!”

“I think you’re being called mate,” Bert was leaning over and poking Ron in the thigh. “Over there.”

With a start Ron realised who was making her way quickly towards him.

“Tommy come and dance. I’ve been waiting for you.”

About to say no, it’s okay thanks, I’m here for a drink with the boys, Ron found himself on his feet and glared at the boys in turn. Which one of them had removed his backside from its comfortable position in the seat against his will, he had no idea but they’d pay for that later. “Okay. Just a quick one, yeah?”

“You can’t go back Tom, dancing with you is magic,” Sharon had objected pleadingly after the first few minutes.

It did seem a bit mean, he supposed and where he was, somewhat taller than her he did actually have quite a nice view. Wearing a very low cut top, Sharon’s boobs were displayed to his view at full advantage. He’d noticed that when she danced the bit she was showing jiggled over her top and it wasn’t unwelcome to watch. “Alright,” he grinned and continued dancing.

When the music slowed down she was quick to slip her hands around his neck and pull him to her, and by now he actually didn’t want to stop. The feel of her soft body pressed into his wasn’t helping the fit of his jeans too much, he had a warm feeling inside.

“You’re real magic Tom. I’m glad you came.”

Ron nodded and pulled her a little more tightly to him.

By the time the music was due to stop they’d found themselves moved into a darker corner, out of the eyesight (hopefully anyway) of the rest of the team and Sharon’s hands had started their wandering again.

“Coming back to my place?” she asked hopefully as one hand moved slowly and nicely over what had become the tightest part of his jeans.

“Err, no. I don’t think that’s such a good idea, do you?”

“Oh. If I’d known, I’d have done you here, but the lights are going to go on in a bit and everyone would see.” The disappointment in Sharon’s voice was duplicated deep in Ron’s gut.

Ron spluttered . She’d have done him here? Just how did that work, he wondered not actually wanting to find out. As much as he was learning to enjoy the pleasures of a girl’s body, he didn’t want an audience of hundreds in any shape or form. “It’s just your dad. After the other day …” he explained.

“Oh! You don’t need to worry about that Tom. They’re away for the weekend. It’s just me and me brother at home and he’s not going to be interested in what we’re doing. That’s settled then. Come on.”

Just as she said Sharon’s brother was doing something on the tevvilision in the front room when they got there and silently they climbed the stairs, where Ron silently and wandlessly cast a locking charm on the door, enabling it to only be opened from the inside.

No sooner had he walked in the room then his jeans were around his thighs and Sharon’s mouth was warm and wet and doing amazing things around their contents. Muggle beer might be weak, but it seemed to have a property that wizarding beer couldn’t compete with. Ron felt he could stand there all night with Sharon working her own bit of magic, her tongue and her lips and her teeth all giving him marvellous feelings, but none of the desperate urge to finish off yet.

“You should get some clothes off too,” he croaked at her when she moved her head and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Take your top off, yeah?” Leading her back to lean against the wall Ron watched as she dropped it to the floor and then went to release the clasp on the back of her bra. “No, leave that for now.”

Back at the time he’d first noticed breasts Ron had been intrigued by the way they came together, what he’d heard termed a cleavage. It had been a bit of a forgotten interest until tonight, when on the dance floor he was enthralled and seemed to develop a fantasy or two. Sharon’s wandering hands groping at what she’d termed his magic wand (though it actually wasn’t) had certainly helped with that process and now he just had to know what it would be like to put at least one part of his body in between them. Kissing her hard, his tongue silencing her gasps Ron explored with his fingers and then felt his head moved forcibly away from hers and pushed down to the dark cavern.

“Go on Tom, you know you want to,” she breathed at him.

And yes, he did want to. His nose buried in the soft flesh was amazing, for both of them by the sounds of Sharon’s moaning. The word magic was sounding quite an aphrodisiac now, in her low gravely tones. One hand moving as if to do the job manually he silently cast the charm (learned from the September of last year edition of Wicked Witch – for which he must thank Bill) to undo her bra and let it slip to the floor before moving his mouth and turning up Sharon’s volume another notch or two by grazing his own teeth over her more sensitive bits.

“Oh Tom, that’s real magic that is,” she shouted, dropping down to her haunches and catching his cock firmly between her boobs. “I bet that is too?”

Bloody hell, it was. Ron moved his hips greedily as he was engulfed in her warm and hugely generous breasts while she held them around him. “Yeah, you’ve got your own brand of magic Sharon,” was all he could gasp.

How they got onto the bed Ron had no idea, but each was throwing their clothes onto the floor and though he was ready to do a bit more, he still felt he could keep going all night. Time to try one or two things perhaps, as her mum and dad were out and he might not get the chance again. Latching himself back onto one of her boobs he slipped his hand lower and found that place she’d liked so much before. Had they been at home now Ron was confident her dad would have been bashing the door down, Sharon was calling out so loudly that she was close and if he just did that …

He wasn’t going to stop there though. Before she’d even shouted the last syllable telling the whole neighbourhood what she’d just done he was down the bed and his tongue had replaced his fingers and she was off again, the volume getting louder as her hips lifted towards his mouth. The second time there was no doubt in Ron’s mind that if the rest of the team were still in Chudley they’d have been cheering him on for his success.

For the third time he decided he’d have to go the more conventional way, the beer was wearing off a bit now and he reckoned it was getting to his turn. This time he managed the whole silver packet issue with much greater efficiency and was moving to cushion himself on those amazing breasts when Sharon declined him quite forcibly.

“No Tom.”

“What?” he asked, whimpering a bit and looking down at his cock, red and desperate to go now.

“No Tom.”

“I’ve got a condom on, one of the magic ones,” he said not happy at the tone of pleading in his voice, but raising an eyebrow on the word magic.

“No Tom.”

“Oh.” Bloody hell this wasn’t good. His hips were almost thrusting into thin air now. His cock had never been so hard and so ready and it wasn’t going to go anywhere on its own. “Oh, okay.” He started to move his hand down to take care of it himself.

“You lay down,” she said with a sly smile. “On your back.”

“Oooooh!” Ron replied as he did so and Sharon leapt onto him, sunk onto his cock and instantly started riding him much like a cowboy would a rodeo horse. How her bed stood up to the energies that were pounding through it, he had no idea. He wasn’t even sure how the floorboards were coping.

This time when she came the people in the next town, yet alone Chudley, would have been quite aware of what was going on in the back bedroom of Sharon’s parents’ house as her voice rang out loudly and was matched by his. If this wasn’t magic then he didn’t know what was. Ron was sure he’d seen the stars from the whole Universe like on the ceiling of the Great Hall when he came, which seemed to take forever.

“Bloody hell Sharon,” he managed when they’d finished, after a few minutes trying to catch his breath while she sat on top of him doing the same.

“I can’t do it again,” she replied. “Not till morning anyway. I need to get some sleep.”

Ron chuckled and swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for his jeans. “I need to go; my parents will be waiting up for me.”

“Tom?” Sharon asked a sheet pulled up around her while he dressed.

“Tomorrow night?”

“Err, no. Actually I was going to ask if you’ve got any of those condoms left?”

He dug around in his pocket and brought out the two remaining ones from the packet. “Yeah, two.”

“I couldn’t have them could I?”

The lads all laughed on Monday at practice. Sharon and her boyfriend who she’d explained had been on someone called Madge Yorker for the last week were going to have a good time with the magical properties contained with them. The most noticeable being that the thing and its contents disappeared after use, Muggle ones needed to be disposed off apparently. It was unfair to laugh at the thought of her boyfriend wondering where it had gone, but what did they care about that?

The End. Really.


I am now off to join the queue for the boat to Special Hell. I hope to see some of you there!