20 ch 20

I awoke to the most beautiful sight on the planet. Fleur cuddled up to me with her head on my chest, and her leg curled around mine.

I used to hate this, in my past life. I thought to myself about the situation. It was good for nothing but a dead arm and an uncomfortably erect penis. But now…

"Mmmmmm." Fleur moaned as she woke up and noticed me staring.

She stretched herself like a cat, while simultaneously rubbing her perfect naked body against mine. She hissed in pain once she moved a certain way.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing at all, just sore." Fleur answered with a sultry smile.

I answered with a smile full of pride.

"You've gotten bigger." She told me for what felt like the thirtieth time since the ritual.

"Well I am a growing boy, it shouldn't be because of the ritual." I answered for, also, the thirtieth time knowing where the conversation was going.

"A man, growing man." She corrected me before continuing. "I can tell these things, Veela are more in touch with their bodies. And if it was normal growth, I wouldn't be able to tell, since we see each other often, and our bodies are ...used to each other." She added the last part with a smile. "Don't you always say intent is the most important in a ritual just like other aspects of magic?"

Well, she got me there. I thought to myself as she used my own words against me.

"Yes, but.."

"No 'but." Fleur interrupted me. "What were you intending when it was happening?"

"I was envisioning the changes I wanted made, both to my magic and my body." I answered her truthfully without going into detail.

"And did these changes include you becoming wider at the shoulders, a more toned body with thicker thighs, an amazing ass, higher cheekbones, sharper facial features, a little stronger jaw, more attractive nose, and a bigger la bitte?" Fleur asked me with a broad smile at the ending.

"Does la bitte mean 'dick'?" I asked her curiously not remembering her ever saying the phrase.

"In french it means many things, dick, cock, etc." She answered me. "Now answer my question."

I don't think so. I thought to myself as I reviewed my thought process.

"I don't think I did." I told her. "I wanted an edge over my opponents, wizards have long neglected their bodies in favor of their magic."

She just looked at me that told me to continue talking and tell her everything that I was thinking. She was very good at getting me to blabber on about myself. Not the first time she's used this look.

"Well, I have been thinking about it." I began, knowing I would tell her eventually. "It is possible that subconsciously, I made these changes. After all, people view themselves as more attractive than what they usually are, right? And insecurities are so hard to get rid of because it is a reflection of what we think of ourselves… So I suppose it isn't that far fetched to say that I subconsciously made these changes, without meaning to." I finished telling her of my current theory.

She laid her head back down on my chest and wrapped her arms around me again, then proceeded to squeeze me closer to her before sitting back up. "You're so smart." She told me.

I just rolled my eyes at her. "Oh please, you've known this the whole time. It's why you kept bringing it up. You were just waiting on me to realize it." I told her knowing her mind games.

She just laughed and smiled at me before schooling her features into a confused look. "I don't know what you're talking about. I am not that smart."

If I were anyone else, I would have fallen for it, but I knew her well and once again rolled my eyes at her antics.

We fell into a comfortable silence then and she eventually laid next to me. Our peace was interrupted by her turning away from me and jutting her rear end against my thigh. Her hand reached back blindly and pulled me against her into the big spoon position. My body reacted immediately.

"You're lucky I am veela, or I might not be able to handle all of it." Fleur told me, feeling my excitement against her.

Wait what? I thought in response to her question.

"What do you mean love?" I asked confused.

She stiffened against me. Obviously she didn't mean to say that, it was a slip up.

She didn't say anything for a moment and I thought she wouldn't expand on her comment but eventually she made a decision.

"Well, I wasn't going to tell you this so early but there is a reason some people think of us as not completely human…" Fleur began. "...and they're not completely wrong, just ignorant of the truth."

She took a deep breath and fell further into my chest where it was warm. "Our bodies excel at almost everything sexual. Physically, most would only think it is in our appearance, not to mention the allure. But also our bodies will ...adjust to our partners during sex. I am sure there are some that can be 'too big' but it would have to be very very large. And I am sure that you have noticed that it responds to your wants and desires yes?"

That's the understatement of the century. I thought as I mumbled an agreement to her.

"Well that is also another thing that our bodies do, for example, if our partner doesn't like it extremely wet, then our body will respond, if they want it dripping, our body will respond. We envelope our partners to their wants and needs to increase the pleasure." She finished.

Wow I hit the fucking jackpot. I couldn't help but think at her explanation.

I hugged her closer to me as we fell into silence again and the whole time her body was still tense and tight, rigid.

"Are you worried that I would care about that?" I asked her to get her to talk more to me.

"Do you?" She whispered.

Wow, I have to answer this perfectly without hurting her feelings. I realized.

"Honestly, I love it." I said I realized that just telling the truth is the best route. "I love that aspect of you. It's part of the woman I fell in love with and I love it. But I also think that it doesn't matter to me. I didn't fall in love with you because of the amazing sex, I fell in love with your mind, your personality, your drive, your talents ...everything ...even your failures."

Slowly but surely, as I talked to her, her body relaxed. I just peppered her back and shoulders with kisses, the kind that show support, not the kind that ruins the mood.

"Even if they are so few." I added at the end talking about her failures.

She laughed at that, surprised at the joke. Once her laughter died down, she rolled over to face me and kissed me, hard.

Her leg swung over my body mid-kiss and she straddled me. A short grinding session and I was properly lubricated and at full mast.

I slipped inside her, to be lost in pleasure.

"Ron Weasley." I saw and heard the woman who called my name out.

I stood up to follow her without a word. She led me through a set of doors that were surprisingly modernized, at least for the wizarding world. Two hallways and close to thirty rooms passed before I was led inside.

"In here." She told me as she opened the door.

There were two desks in the room, behind one sat a plump woman who looked to be in her thirties, but could be closer to fifty, one never really knows with wizards and witches.

"Hello, I will be your examiner for you Ordinary Wizarding Levels today. Are you Ronald Bilius Weasley?" The plump examiner asked.

"Yes ma'am." I answered her.

"Excellent! First we will go over how the day will work, and then we'll begin." She told me and waited for me to respond or ask a question. I did neither.

"Yes, well first will be the written exam for Charms, followed immediately by the practical. Understood?" She asked.

"Yes." I answered her.

"Now it says here that you will take your transfiguration OWL immediately afterwards?" She asked confused while reading the paper.

Someone didn't read the paper before she got here. I thought to myself as I watched her incompetence unfold in front of me

"Yes, to save time." I answered her.

She looked at me again. "Are you sure, it will be mentally exhausting?"

I snorted thinking about the mind ritual and how I really didn't get mentally exhausted that much anymore. "Yes, I am sure. Want me to really surprise you?" I asked her to tease a little bit.

"I'm taking three tomorrow." I said and watched her expression.

Her frown deepened and I tried not to laugh at the face she was making. She looked like she wanted to comment but instead she just shook her head.

"Ok. Where was I? Oh right the written portion of the Charms examination will consist of multiple choice with some open ended questions mixed in. Don't worry too much about..."

I interrupted her, not needing to hear the normal spiel. "Do you mind if we just start, I don't need a confidence booster and my anxiety isn't raised right now? Can we just start?" I asked her as nicely as I could.

She seemed shocked again and I couldn't help but get annoyed at this woman. Eventually she answered me. "Of Course, here is your examination and a quill. You have three hours to complete it."

"Thank you." I told her as I accepted the paper and went to work.

Too easy. My mind supplied as I handed in the Charms written exam.

"Done already?" The examiner who still had yet to supply her name asked me.

I looked at the clock and realized only an hour had passed, way faster than the time allotted for.

"Yes ma'am." I answered respectfully, hoping to speed the conversation and tests up. "Are you ready to start the practical?" I asked her.

She really should be used to this by now.

She seemed shocked that I wanted to start so early. "Of course, we still have a while until we break for lunch."

She reached behind her to the ground behind the desk and pulled out an egg cup and placed it on the desk before her. Then she stood up and walked to the side of the desk, to get out of the way in case a spell goes bad.

"Now can you make the cup do cartwheels, using charms of course?" She asked.

So the same as in the books?

As per my usual performance, my wand whipped into my hand and a quick motion from it had the cup in the air in front of us, where I had it hover at eye level. Next I spun it around and had it do cartwheels like she asked.

I decided to show off and get a little extra credit, so I expanded the egg cup until it was about the same size as we were and had it orbit us while spinning.

That should do the trick. I thought to myself as I had the egg cup shrink back down and land on the desk where she had it earlier.

"How was that?" I asked as I looked at her.

She stood there wide eyed and had yet to even start writing down on her grading pad.

It can't be that impressive. I thought reviewing how easy it seemed. Well I am taking it a bit early, I suppose. But still… oh it was silent wasn't it?

The examiner cleared her throat. "How old are you?" She asked. "Because here it says you are fifteen but…"

"That's right. I turn sixteen in March." I answered.

She seemed flustered at her outbreak once I interrupted her but she soon recovered. She gave up on the conversation and just returned to her desk and started scribbling on her grading sheet.

"Well then, we have two choices. We do the transfiguration test now or meet back after lunch to finish." She said once she regained her bearings and finished writing.

"I'll probably finish that one faster." I told her truthfully.

She just rolled her eyes.

"You took your OWL's?!" Molly shrieked from her place cooking in the kitchen of Grimmauld place.

The whole family has been staying there since Arthur's snake bite. And we thought it would be great to have Christmas with Sirius, Harry, and the other Order members staying at the house.

I just got done showing her the results for my OWLs. She didn't even look at the grades, she's too mad I didn't tell her about taking them early.

"Yes." I answered simply seeing no reason to elaborate.

"And you didn't tell us, or ask us for permission?" She asked me momentarily taking her eyes off of the forty things she was doing.

"I didn't know I had to, to be honest mum." I told her.

"We are your parents!" She responded looking to Arthur for support. "You are still a child, Ron Weasley!" She said pointed her wand my direction and I fought the urge to draw my own.

"Do you want to know why most teenagers are angry and disobedient mother?" I asked her.

She just sputtered, not knowing why I asked her.

I spoke before she could. "Because their parents expect them to act like adults when they treat them like children."

Silence. The only thing that could be heard was the dishes washing and the food cooking behind her.

Ginny was staring at me finally, instead of ignoring the conversation like she normally does.

"Pfffff haha!" I heard from my left and turned to see that it was my dad Arthur that started laughing. "He's got us there doesn't he Molly."

The Twins walked in the room at that exact moment. "What did we miss Gred?"

"I think Ron is up to something again, Feorge."

As always they had something to say. "Your brother went and took his OWL's without our permission!" Molly shrieked again to answer their question.

"Ronnikins did what we never could, dear brother." Fred told his twin in response of Molly.

"Indeed, how did you do baby brother?" George asked.

I just nodded towards where the letter sat on the table for all to see. They walked towards it, eager to see if it was good or bad.

"Boys! What is that supposed to mean? He did what you never could?" Molly said abnormally quiet.

"Well we looked into it actually." Fred spoke.

"Are you sure these are your results?" George asked. I nodded in response.

"Turns out, all you have to have is signatures of all of the Professor's of the subjects you want to take, or the Headmasters." Fred continued.

George cut in again. "I bet twenty galleons that is was the Headmaster, dear brother of mine."

"What do you take me for, ugly twin? An idiot?" Fred responded.

"You said it not me." George joked.

"Dumbledore!?" Molly shrieked once again.

I winced, both for my ears and out of pity for the old Headmaster who approved of my tests. I didn't answer. Arthur was over at the table looking at the paper now, curious of the Twins reactions.

"Mum did you even look at the grades?" I asked curiously.

"It doesn't matt.." Molly was about to answer when Arthur cut in.

"Molly." Dad began. "Look again, love."

Ah, that's where I get that term of endearment. I thought hearing the word 'love'.

"Read it, for everyone." I told Arthur so that Ginny could know also.

I sat there with a smug smile as he began.

"Charms, outstanding…" My smile widened as Molly looked at him and then back to me, her mouth open.

"Transfiguration, outstanding." Her brows frowned. "Herbology, exceeds expectations."

This time she dropped what she was doing and walked over to the paper in disbelief. They expected me to get one outstanding, maybe a few exceeds expectations. They're in for a rude awakening.

Arthur continued to read with Molly over his shoulder. "Defense Against the Dark Arts, outstanding. Potions, outstanding. Care of Magical Creatures, outstanding. Astronomy, exceeds expectations. Divination, outstanding. History of Magic, exceeds expectations."

Silence, once again. I thought as everyone reacted to the news.

"What were those grades for?"

I turned to see Hermione and Harry standing in the doorway to the kitchen. I winked at Harry laughed at the situation he walked in on.

"That, Hermione, are Ron's OWL results." Harry said almost as smugly as I feel.

"He had to have cheated." I heard Ginny's voice say from her place at the table.

"That was ugly, sweet sister." I said reacting to her comment.

Sirius, Bill, and Tonks took that moment to walk in the kitchen also, wanting to see what all the racket is about.

My smile returned as the paper was passed around the room for everyone to see and stare at in disbelief.

"You qualify for all of the NEWT courses you want." Hermione commented after she saw the grades. "We haven't even had our meetings with McGonagall yet." She muttered to the room.

"Setting yourself up for an Unspeakable?" Tonks asked. She had pink hair and pink irises to match it. "You can always get Runes and Arithmancy done later."

If anyone can compete with Fleur in attractiveness, it's her. My male mind supplied as I responded.

"Maybe in the future, but I have bigger ambitions than that." I answered her.

"Oh yea? Don't leave a girl waiting." Tonks jabbed back at me.

"Headmaster, Minister, Head of the DMLE, Supreme Mugwump, any of those will do." I answered her question with a grin. Wait why did I just announce my dreams?

"Bigger ambitions indeed." Sirius commented. Luckily not everyone heard my answer, as they were having their own conversations.

"Dinner is ready!" Molly yelled to get everyone's attention and I was happy that I was in the clear for now.

"We'll talk about this later, Ronald!" Molly told me shooting down my thoughts.

Fuck.

"Mr. Weasley,

Your N.E.W.T.s have been successfully scheduled for August 19th-23rd of 1996. Please report to the Department of Magical Education on the scheduled dates for examination.

Griselda Marchbanks.

P.S. I look forward to your examination, my employee sings high praise for your wand work."

My dad, Arthur, read aloud for him and my mother, Molly to hear. Both of them sat shocked for the second time that day.

After dinner was over and I let them calm down for the bomb I dropped on them earlier, I asked for them to meet me in the study so that we could talk alone and I could give them the letter.

It took them a while to respond.

"Why are you doing this Ron?" Arthur asked me.

"I am wasting time in school, just getting a head start." I said only telling him half of the truth.

"You don't understand the times that you'll have, the friends you can make while at Hogwarts. You won't get to experience any of that. You know that right?" He continued. "You won't go to Hogwarts after this school year, if you succeed. And I'm willing to bet you'll pass with flying colors."

I have a plan to stay at Hogwarts but I don't want him to know it. "I know, dad."

"No you don't. How can you?" He retorted and I felt my anger spike.

I clamped down on my emotions, unwilling to have a repeat of the incident with Percy.

"I do, I know what I am giving up but this is what I want. I'm going to use the extra time to get a headstart on life, think about it. If everything goes right, and I get an apprenticeship right after I pass, I can work on a mastery and finish when most my age are just now graduating." I told him laying a smart plan that would make sense to most parents.

Molly took the news with wide eyes as she read the letter over and over again.

"Eighteen or nineteen years old with a mastery, one of the youngest in history." I told them trying to appeal to their sense of wonder and accomplishment.

"I still don't think it's worth it, Ron." Dad told me. "You'll regret it."

No I won't. There is a war coming and I want my education done before shit hits the fan, not after. I thought to myself.

"At least you're telling us about it this time."