This choice: Meanwhile with Ronni and Neville at the tea shop • Go Back...Chapter #9Meanwhile with Ronni and Neville at the tea shop by: Mr. George   Ronni and Neville carefully made their way through the castle. Ronni finally asking Neville to keep his hands on her hips. The unfamiliar Neville's feet kept on appearing on their own. Eventually, she warned him, to almost hug her, and keep pressed against his spine.
Ronni was only happy once she could feel Neville's body pressed against her spine, and his breath in her hair. She didn't fancy being caught and punished for Neville's carelessness. Neville's hands shook as they held on, forcing Ronni to clutch and hold them in place.
Ronni scowled, as Neville gave an awkward squeak at the contact. She snorted in amusement, as she felt Nev's embarrassment. It wasn't like she was really a witch. However, they were almost out of the castle, when Ronni felt Neville's excitement.
She wanted to elbow him, to recoil in horror and humiliation at the response she'd provoked from Neville. "Calm down, This isn't really me..." Ronni hissed in low agitation.
A muttered mantra of "Sorry... Sorry... Sorry..." came from behind her. His agitation growing, and rising in volume, until she hissed for him to be quiet. "The invisibility cloak.... doesn't block apologies..." she said in stern warning.
Ronni tried not to think about the bobbing cock, and the rhythmic fleshy tapping against the base of her spine. Desperately tried not to picture it. She wanted to ignore it, pretend she was still Ron, that somehow it was his... his own. But she was red-faced, her cheeks burning hot.
Eventually, they made it beyond the castle, and out of sight. The walk to Hogsmeade was awkward, as Ron swept the cloak aside. Glad for the extra space, and free to walk into the village.
"Should we walk hand in hand?" Neville asked half-joking, half-nervously.
Ronni ripped her gaze from Neville's trousers, and the telltale bulge there. It just wasn't going away.
Tucking the cloak away, the pair wandered the village until the reached Miss Puddifoot's Tea-shop. Neville opened the door, and gestured for Ronni to enter. The chime of the bell making their arrival impossible to hide.
The bell chimed a second time, as Ronni's wide hips crashed against the door frame, still not used to the new width. She smiled an apology. Leading the way, she found as inconspicuous a table as she could, and led Neville there.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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