Sweet - Ron/Hannah - NC-17
Title: Sweet
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Hannah
Words: 589
Rating: NC-17

Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.

So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.

But not with his Harry.


Sweet
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When Ron woke again, it was dark and there was a soft body curled up against his.

With an incoherent cry, he scrambled away, crashing headlong into the wall and seeing stars.

Stars which didn’t illuminate anything outside his head, so he lashed out when hands reached for him.

“Stop it,” a voice said. “It’s me. Hannah.”

“Oh, my god,” Ron gasped, grabbing her and pulling her into his lap, then flinching when he realised he didn’t have his jeans on.

“It’s OK,” she said. “Your jeans were ripped to pieces, we used strips of them to clean you up.”

“Clean?” he asked, his hands running up and down her arms.

“You were grazed a bit, but mainly there was this sticky…”

“Spiders,” he interrupted.

“Oh,” she swallowed, audibly.

“We?” he asked.

“What?”

“You said ‘we cleaned you up’.”

“Oh, right. Justin. He… he was here,” she finished lamely.

“Where is he?” Ron asked.

“Bellatrix took him away,” she said. “A little while after dumping you in here.”

“Right,” Ron said, leaning back against the wall and pulling her with him. “Right.”

“Are you hurt?” she asked, her soft voice murmuring against his neck. “I mean… we couldn’t tell what they…”

“It wasn’t a they,” Ron said heavily. “It was just Bellatrix and spiders and a blow job.”

“What?” Hannah gasped, leaning back in the circle of his arms and looking uselessly up at him, in the dark.

“Sorry,” he said quickly.

“Oh, stop it,” she said. “I’m not shocked by that; I was in school with Ernie!”

“What?”

“I was shocked by the… um… combination,” she said, settling back against him, again.

Ron grunted.

“I mean,” she said. “It’s not your run of the mill torture, is it?”

“I don’t know what it was,” Ron said wearily. “I mean, the… the spiders… she wasn’t to know I have a phobia about them. I think she was actually trying to turn me on with the… well. The. And it was bad enough… that it was her, but I think associating sex with spiders has ruined it for me, for life.”

There was a companionable silence.

“Would it help if I..?” Hannah’s voice trailed off, in the darkness.

“Hmmm?” Ron hummed.

“Well,” she said briskly. “Get right back on the broom, right?”

“Broom?”

“If you fall off, you should get back on, before it becomes this big… thing.”

“You’re saying I need to have sex, as soon as possible,” Ron said carefully. “Before it becomes this big… thing.”

Hannah giggled and slipped out of his arms.

He tried to reach for her, in the dark, but missed, as she knelt by his side and lowered her face to his lap.

“That’s, um, really sweet of you,” he said. “Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmmm,” she hummed against his boxers.

He flinched.

“Stop thinking about spiders,” she said sternly, freeing his cock and stroking it.

“Don’t think I can,” he muttered.

“Think of Hermione, if you like,” she offered generously.

“N-no,” he stammered as she took him in her mouth. “That’s not right.”

Although what was right about sitting in the darkness of a Death Eater prison cell, with his cock hardening in the mouth of a nice girl he’d been to school with?

He shook his head, banishing images of Bellatrix Lestrange, of spiders, of Hermione, of Harry worrying about him, of his mother being frantic about him.

Of how being at school with Ernie had given her such a talented mouth.

And he let her help him back onto the broom.


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