Ron Weasley's Judgement Error
June 1990
Hermione giggled as she watched Robert sitting propped up against her pillows, completely transfixed on the little dark-haired boy in her arms. He purred happily as his mate continued to suckle from her leaking breasts. Tom, meanwhile, made little contented coos as he laid placidly against her. She brushed a small piece of hair out of his dark eyes and rubbed his cheek.
After kissing his temple, Hermione swiveled her head around, scanning the room for her other three babies. Rose was passed out in the playpen and her mother vowed to lay her down in her crib once she was finished feeding Tom. Hugo was playing with and periodically gnawing on his stuffed pygmy puff, a belated Christmas gift from Luna and Rolf Scamander. Lastly, she could spot Penny sitting independently on the opposite end of the room, staring cloudy-eyed at the stack of children’s books.
Penelope could become quite the space-cadet when she was exploring with her mind, traveling into different rooms and foraying out into the enchanted forest around their home. Impressively enough, she’d been able to spot a hidebehind and a few of the more elusive nymphs that even Hermione hadn’t been able to find with her magic. At the same time, the toddler stayed right where Hermione or Pennywise could keep an eye on her.
“Penny, love?” the toddler turned her red-tufted head and refocused her gaze to look at her mother, “Do you want me to read to you?”
“Yes,” her voice echoed quietly in Hermione’s mind like a soft cloud, making her smile.
“Which story to you want me to read, sweetheart?” she prompted her youngest and Penny turned to look back at the stack, shaking her head dismissively before looking back at her mother.
“I want to hear “The Witch and the Eldritch,’” Hermione shook her head exasperatedly at the request, silently cursing Pennywise for starting the long-running chain of telling their children about their love story. All five of them were enamored with the tale, always requesting it first when storytime came up before bed. It had gotten to the point where the little telepath could tell it to her verbatim with very few errors.
“Again, Penny? What about one of the Grimm's Fairy Tales? Or Cat in the Hat? I know Corduroy is one of your favorites.”
“No!” Penny’s voice was louder this time as her little face became wrinkled and teary-eyed, “Witch and the Eldritch!”
“Alright, alright, shh, shh! Please don’t cry, Penny,” she pled to her daughter as she burped Tom and laid him down at Robert’s feet.
Hermione went over to her blubbering child and picked her up, rocking her slowly and rubbing her back before she began to sob. Her tiny fingers grasped her mother’s curly locks, gripping them tightly as she rested her head against her ruffled blouse. Hermione’s hand combed through her red hair, sculpting the malleable damp tufts into something resembling her father’s more chaotic ones. She’d bathed each of her children an hour previous, so Penny still smelled so strongly of peaches, a scent that always surrounded them, according to her mate.
She sat back on the bed, holding the little one in her arms while she watched Robert clap his hands together and coo at Penny, likely hearing the news of the upcoming retelling of their favorite bedtime story. Tom blinked up at her as well, sucking contentedly on his knuckles. Hugo squealed from across the room, raising his arms above his head and completely abandoning his pygmy puff in favor of his mother’s embrace.
“Hold on, little love,” Hermione giggled, setting Penelope down on the bed next to her adopted brother before walking over to pick up her eldest son from the carpeted floor.
He wriggled excitedly in her grasp, babbling and grasping at her hair and hands with drool-slicked fingers. Hermione laughed at his antics, checking over her shoulder and noticing that Rose was still asleep, her little breaths rising and falling in her moving chest and coming out as tiny snores. She was fine where she was, Hermione decided, propping Hugo up on the pillows next to his brother and resituating the other two toddlers into a similar position beside them, allowing Robert to cuddle Tom and hopefully fall asleep easier than the night before.
“Once upon a time, there was a little witch,” she began, using her wand to draw out little stick-figure illustrations to fit the story, “and she had the most beautiful soul in the whole universe. It was so bright that it snuffed out the worst of shadows, and it helped her throughout her childhood. The witch also had a magic wand that used her soul to make wonderful spells and enchantments,” Hermione giggled as her children attempted to reach for the floating figures and huffing when they simply danced out of their grabbing hands.
“She wanted to use her magic to help people, and so she went to a little town near the coast to help the people there find their missing children. It turns out that there was a lonely, hungry eldritch living underneath the little town. He was sad because no one loved him, and so he ate the poor children, searching for their happiness and delighting in their fear as he ate their little souls,” Robert cooed at seeing the loose depiction of his father as she drew it.
“When he saw the little witch’s beautiful soul, he wanted to devour it, to eat it so nothing else could. He tried to take her soul by scaring her as a creepy clown with fiery red hair and beautiful red balloons following him everywhere, but she didn’t get very scared. In fact, she liked the clown. He made her curious and he made her happier than she’d been before,” Penny burbled at Bill Gray’s image, spotting her father’s other form instantly.
“So, he became a handsome man to trick her into giving him her soul, but she didn’t like the handsome man as much, so he became the clown again. He realized that he wasn’t going to trick her into giving him her soul, so the eldritch spent more time with the witch, trying to understand why her soul shone so bright, and why she liked his clown form when it scared everyone else.
Slowly, over the coming weeks, the eldritch fell in love with the witch, wanting to make her his, wanting to have children with her,” Hermione paused, noticing her children’s eyes watching her intently.
“But one day,” she held up her index finger, “the little witch went away, leaving the eldritch alone,” Hugo whimpered, “So, he became very angry and ate four children before the witch returned,” she spoke sinisterly, grabbing for her children’s eight little feet and laughing as they squealed and brought them up away from her grabbing hands.
“The witch was scared of the clown after that, and she thought he was mean, but he saved her from some bad people. So, she began to spend time with him and the handsome man again, thinking they were two different people. But the eldritch was scared the witch wouldn’t like him as the clown anymore, so he got closer using the handsome man.”
“One night, the eldritch revealed himself to be the clown and the handsome man, and the little witch was startled at first, but she was also so happy. Then, he asked if he could have her soul, and she said ‘Yes, but only if I could have yours,’ and the eldritch was so happy to be loved. He gave her is old, red, tattered soul and she loved it, nurtured it into being good, loving, and caring.
“Then, there was a group of children who wanted revenge on the eldritch for eating the children. They wanted to hurt him, kill him,” Hermione shushed Penny as her lip began to waver, “but the witch saved the children and made them think the eldritch was dead,” Penny began to hiccup, and Hermione picked her up to hold her in her arms, letting her suckle until the spasms stopped.
“The eldritch and the witch left the little town, riding off into the sunset and living happily ever after,” Hermione grinned at the toddlers’ gummy smiles, “The End.”
Suddenly, Robert squealed, waving at something across the room and Tom, Hugo and Penny followed suit, wiggling in their spots against the pillows and in Hermione’s arms as they tried to crawl over to the edge of the bed. Hermione looked over her shoulder and noticed all too familiar red balloons floating into the room from the hallway. They began to fill the room, their strings trailing along the carpet like tiny white snakes.
The witch laughed, shaking her head at her mate’s theatrics, “You best come help me before our children tumble off the bed.”
Robert squawked as a white-gloved hand picked him up just as he reached the edge of the bed. The other large hand was snug around Hugo as he was flipped over onto his back. The little boy wriggled, trying to flip himself back over but having no luck, much like a turtle.
“Sorry, doll…” Pennywise purred down at her, his eyelids heavy and heated, pupils dilated, and irises a honeyed amber yellow, “I do believe it is bedtime for these little ones, is it not?”
Hermione shuddered, looking away to press a kiss to her youngest daughter’s head, “Mmm… perhaps they could be put down an hour or two early…”
“Perfect,” the clown purred at her, leaning over her seated form and pressing a chaste yet passionate kiss to her lips, “I can’t wait to catch you, my sweet Hermione…”
The witch stuck her tongue out and brushed his upper lip, “You’ll have to give me a head start.”
Pennywise shook his head, grinning sharply at her request, “Alright, but that means it’s my true form coming out to play tonight.”
Hermione shuddered again, knowing how helpless she always felt under the large bulk of her mate’s eight-limbed thorax and abdomen. But sometimes it was so much more exhilarating to be caught and bound and thoroughly ravaged by such a beast.
“Oh-okay,” Hermione’s words came out in a loosely concealed moan and she knew he could smell the moment the tiniest dribble of slick escaped her snatch.
His nose flared and a deep resonating purr echoed from his chest, rendering his young instantly docile and sleepy as he quickly tucked Hugo and Robert into their cribs, paused to gently scoop Rose from the floor and place her next to Hugo. Tom went with Pennywise with little resistance, being carried to his crib in one hand and adjusted to fit alongside her eldritch son as Robert’s “little spoon.”
Lastly, Pennywise plucked Penelope from her mother’s arms and held her forehead to his. A chuckle left his lips as their daughter likely told him about her day. He’d been gone before Hermione had even awoken, likely having to travel far to find his meal. So, neither she nor their young had seen him all day.
“Is that true, little bug?” he murmured quietly and Penny felt around his massive head, tugging on his hair and squealing.
“Dada!” she clapped her hands and laughed at Pennywise’s shocked expression. He looked over to Hermione who laughed and shook her head knowingly.
“She’s been waiting all afternoon to show you that,” the witch grinned, looking at the little half-eldritch and nodding in encouragement, “Penny? Who am I?”
“Mama!” Penelope announced proudly, giggling as Hermione came over to blow a raspberry on her tummy.
“Yes! Little love! Mama’s so proud of you! Dada’s speechless, isn’t he?”
“Dada!”
“Penn?” Hermione watched her mate’s face go through a series of emotions, unsure what to go with and settling on shock, “Are you okay?”
“I…” the eldritch floundered, cradling his daughter to his chest and looking panicked, “I feel… I’ve never felt like this before,” he held Hermione in his bright blue gaze, “I feel so much pride and happiness that I don’t know what to do…”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Hermione smiled, kissing Penny’s little face as she continued to repeat her father’s new nickname, kicking her little feet against his chest.
Pennywise closed his eyes and breathed in his daughter’s peachy scent, “Yeah,” he exhaled calmly, regaining a bit of his horniness from before, “Yeah, it is…” he looked heatedly at Hermione before looking back at his clever little girl, “Dada’s proud of you too, my little bug,” he booped her nose and she caught his finger, holding it in her grasp and bringing it towards her mouth to suck on it, “Oh, no, no, no, little bug,” he took his finger back and replaced it with a pacifier, “If anyone’s gonna be sucking my fingers tonight, it’s gonna be Mama.”
Hermione blushed, remembering the little deal she made with her mate the night before.
★★★
Her little eldritch son had become quite the little terror during the previous night, learning to crawl as far as a month ahead of his other siblings and applying his practiced skill set in the wee hours of the morning. She’d nearly had a panic attack when she’d woken up to feed a crying Rose and realized that Robert wasn’t in his crib and Pennywise was sound asleep in their bed.
Frazzled, she held Rose to her breast with one arm and used her other hand to cast a lumos around the floor, wondering if he’d climbed out of his crib and was playing with his toys on the floor. Nervously, she waddled around, bouncing Rose as she checked every nook and cranny of their room. The door was locked, so unless he’d figured out how to teleport, she should’ve still been in the room.
Tom had been sleeping peacefully in his crib, sans an overbearing Robert cuddling up to him or clinging off the bars keeping him inside. Hermione whimpered to herself, soothing Rose back to sleep and setting her back into her own crib. The witch moved to wake Pennywise but a warm wet droplet hit her cheek and she froze, analyzing the rapidly cool clear fluid with her finger as she wiped it off her face.
Another droplet hit her in the same spot and she quickly shined her wand upwards and nearly dropped it, screaming in surprise. Pennywise was instantly at her side, cradling her shaking form underneath his larger frame and glancing upward at where her wand was lighting the high, sloping ceiling. His amber eyes widened but he was quick to soothingly lave at her mating bite with his warm tongue, making sure to cleanse her cheek of their son’s saliva.
“It’s okay, doll,” Pennywise crooned in her pricked ear, “He’s honing his hunting instincts and learning how to stay vigilant for his mate. He’ll sleep for a long time tomorrow. His human side eventually won’t be able to keep up with his nocturnal prowls, so he should grow out of it soon. He’s just learning through exploration, just like any other human baby. We should have been prepared for this… He’s been crawling for the last couple of weeks, and he can see farther now…” Pennywise rubbed her belly in large smooth circles, knowing how much the gesture calmed his mate despite her regretfully barren womb.
“B-b-but his he-head…” Hermione bemoaned, “It’s on b-backwards, and he’s stuck to the ceiling…”
Sure enough, her little eldritch son was baring his single trio of sharp teeth at his parents in a wide unnatural grin, his head turned one-hundred-eighty degrees so they could see his face and his little nappy-covered bum at the same time. As Hermione’s light shined on him, Robert crawled away from the bright beam, cooing like one of the pigeons Hermione always saw in New York when she visited her old co-workers.
Pennywise smiled at the impromptu little game their son had started, watching him skitter around to avoid his mother’s light with his own night vision. He was a clever little bugger, he’d give him that. Looking around the floor, he noticed fresh drool on a few of the smaller rodent-shaped stuffed animals. If they’d had a rat scurrying around the room, Robert likely would have been quick and smart enough to snatch one up.
He could tell Hermione was getting frustrated, judging by her little irritated huffs at Robert’s elusiveness. Chuckling, he went over to the closest wall and crawled upwards, intending to sneak up on his distracted son as he was solely focused on the bright beam of light, much like a cat with a laser-pointer.
Hermione noticed his move and gradually began to push Robert closer to his father who lie in wait, hanging lower from his spider legs. However, their son just wouldn’t move as far back as she was baiting him to. The little eldritch was only an extra arm’s reach away and he threatened to move away from Pennywise, crawling slightly to the left—
“Robbie!” Hermione whined desperately and the toddler paused, tilting his head at her and making a lower coo, sounding more like an owl than a pigeon, “C’mon, Robbie,” he burbled quietly, “it’s time for bed.”
Suddenly, Pennywise struck, capturing the boy’s nape and peeling him off the ceiling with his humanoid hands. Robert cried, spooked by his father’s sudden appearance and surprised at being held by his little scruff, something Hermione had been amazed at when she found out he had one.
Robert was lowered into her awaiting arms, head facing the right way but still sobbing. Hermione kissed and cooed at him, replicating her mate’s purr to the best of her abilities. Out of the five children, “the purr,” as she liked to call it, worked on her little eldritch the best.
“Aww… Did Daddy scare you, Bobby?” she frowned at her mate as he sheepishly came down from the ceiling, “That wasn’t very nice, was it? Are you hungry? Some food might make you forget about Daddy being mean, huh?”
Sure enough, the toddler calmed down at the smell of nearby food, reaching out to his mother’s hair and squeezing it between two tiny fists. It was almost pathetic how matted her hair was from his, as well as his siblings’, fixation on the brown curly locks. Pennywise fretted over it often, taking the time to brush it for her before bed.
Smiling, Hermione lowered the neckline of her nightdress and led his tiny gaping mouth to her nipple, watching him suckle for a few moments before looking to Pennywise, or at least his shiny cobalt eyes as they shined in the blackness not lit by her wand.
“Was that necessary, Penn?” Hermione prompted tersely.
“...no.”
“And what does that mean?”
“I have to go hunting tomorrow,” Pennywise nodded dejectedly, knowing he got a bit rougher with his mate and young when he was close to needing to feed, “Can I hunt you?” he asked after a moment.
Hermione paused, considering her plans and remembering that she had the day off. She was going to spend the day with her little ones, of course, but now that her mate was getting ravenous… well… that certainly added a bit of spice to her Sunday. She knew full well that he became especially horny after a good hunt, especially if he became very well-fed.
“After you hunt,” she replied and he chuckled knowingly, coming closer to suck on the tips of her ears and nose before bringing their rosy lips together. Their tongues tangled, black wrapping around red and tickling her pearly white teeth. When they separated a minute later, a string of saliva connected their ravaged mouths.
“It’s a date, my sexy little mate,” he rhymed, kneeling down to suckle from her free breast and easing her down into his lap, their son squeezed comfortably between them with one of his hands holding her long curly brown hair and the other ensnared in his father's identical red tufts.
★★★
Meanwhile, Ron Weasley was incredibly angry and completely drunk off his ass as he stepped through fireplace after fireplace from England to the United States to reach the one person he knew he could count on for comfort. So what if she was now married with kids? They’d been together once, so that meant something, didn’t it? Screw Lavender and the lackluster sex! He knew where the quality pussy was anyway.
He could just picture Hermione’s beautiful curves, plush arse, and large heaving breasts heavy and full from all the breastfeeding she’d been doing for the last few months. Perhaps she would let him have a taste of her milk. Bill likely got to drink a lot of it for knocking her up five bloody times in one go. Lavender wanted what Hermione had, a fabulous house, a handsome husband (as though he wasn’t), and a beautiful family.
The healers had told him it was unlikely he could father a child due to his family’s deep roots in almost every branch of Wizarding Britain’s Sacred 28 pure-blooded families. Despite being from a family with many children, he’d been cursed with the results of their ancient incest. Cousins marrying cousins, leaving behind distant cousins tricked into thinking they’d have strong genetics. His parents were flukes carrying those cursed genes and passing them down to him and not his perfect sister, the first female Weasley in ages.
Ron huffed and puffed outside his old flame’s house, oblivious to the hunt within. His drunken mind somehow came up with the right spell to sneak into the house and begin his search for Hermione. Dazed, he began to check every cabinet, even the kitchen ones despite there being no possible way for a human to fit inside them. He checked the basement and the laundry area before going back upstairs and looking in the hall closet, finally finding Hermione.
She was completely naked, just as she was meant to be, and yet, she was looking at him in confusion. That’s not right, his drunken mind tried to put the pieces together but instead just set them aflame with the alcohol running through his veins.
“Ron?” Hermione spoke his name and he was in heaven, “What are you doing here?” she tilted her head before realizing she was standing in front of her ex completely naked and her mate could come around at any moment, “Is it really you? This isn’t funny, Penn?” she bucked against his wandering hands as they reached for her, “You know I don’t like it when you turn into my friends! Are you testing me?”
Ron lurched forward and wrapped his arms around her, crushing their mouths together hard enough to hear the clack of their teeth against each other. Hermione made a muffled cry and pushed against the taller male, tasting the alcohol on his tongue and immediately knowing it wasn’t Pennywise. The eldritch never drank, claiming that it simply had no effect on him whereas coffee was his equivalent of alcohol. As such, he often called her an alcoholic for as much as she drank it.
He grasped her fumbling wrists harshly in his fists, pushing her further into the closet. She tripped over little baby shoes and large boots and just about any kind of footwear imaginable, falling into the far wall cushioned by various jackets worn by her and Bill Gray. The door fell closed behind them and Hermione whimpered as they were became sheathed in darkness.
Ron gripped the back of her neck, holding their mouths together as his other hand abandoned her now bruised wrists to wander along her helplessly leaking breasts as they heaved heavy breaths from all the jostling. Tears fell down her face as she silently sobbed, from both fear and anger at what her ex was doing. She thought they’d parted well as friends, but clearly he’d been hiding many things during the previous summer. Just as Ron’s intrusive hand moved to touch her nethers, the door flew open, revealing the silhouette of her mate.
Hermione could see the moment he finally registered what he was seeing, looking between her shaken and traumatized nudity to Ron’s possessive grip and markings on her wrists and disheveled lips. His eyes grew so unbelievably red that they looked almost black in the dim light of the hallway. His toothy grin melted away, tilting downward into a gaping sharp-toothed snarl. His claws emerged from his fingers and toes, shredding through fabric and leather before biting into the door handle and floorboards.
One of the sharp hands flew forward to sink its claws into the meat of Ron’s shoulder in five painful stabs, yanking him around and throwing him into the side of the closet. Ron barely moved, his head reeling at the sudden change of view as it took him a few seconds to process what had just happened. Hermione jumped at her mate’s action, shielding her eyes as she spotted the brightness emerging from Pennywise’s contorting mouth. However, the light went away and the sound of flesh meeting flesh met her ears.
“Piss off, you bloody—!” was all Ron got to say before he took a fist to the face, a loud crunch echoing within the tiny space as he was forcibly knocked out.
Then he was on her, sniffing along her skin and snarling at her bruises and tainted lips. He licked at the offending areas with his tongue, covering them in multiple layers of his scent before migrating to her mating bite and sinking his teeth into the flesh. Pennywise lapped at the wound, holding his mate as she shook in his grasp. Slick began to drip from her aroused cunny and Pennywise noticed the new presence with a relieved purr. She’d been unwilling in this previously-labeled betrayal. His inner eldritch was sated at the news, now only itching to soothe his mate and reclaim her body as his.
He purred at her despite his bloodlust, rubbing her shaking limbs in his declawed hands. Little chittering coos, much like the ones he made for his distressed young, left his lips and worked their way into Hermione’s nerves, calming her down enough so she could speak without breaking off to sob.
“Y-y-you didn’t kill him…” Hermione rasped, her throat raw with her previously-trapped sobs.
“No, my sweet,” he crooned, kissing her neck and lapping purposefully at her lips, “That is your decision to make.”
“He was so drunk, and unstable… Something horrible must have happened for him to act like this.”
“That doesn’t mean he should have tried to steal you from me,” he growled at her avoidance of the subject at hand, “He wanted to fuck you, attempt to breed your perfect womb with his weak seed outside of your heat.”
“He’ll likely be full of regret when he sobers up,” she reminded him, “You know him, Penn… He’s not like this, at all,” she looked over at him and shivered, “I can obliviate him, and he can go home tomorrow. Lavender is probably worried sick.”
Pennywise growled, “Fine, but I want to make him watch as I take you, seed you in my true form. He so does fear spiders…”
Hermione wrung her hands in nervousness, “You know how I feel about voyeurism…”
Pennywise kissed her soothingly, delighting in the lack of foreign flavors on her cleansed tongue, “You won’t even notice he’s here, doll.
“Fine,” Hermione kissed his jawline as he picked her up, cradling her in his large arms and carrying her down the hall and into the living room.
Hermione’s eyes widened at the intricately woven web he’d constructed above the living room furniture, “So this is what you meant by giving me a head start…”
★★★
Ron awoke to moaning. His mouth was covered with some kind of tape and his eyes cracked open blearily as he took in the scene in front of him. He was still very drunk, but perhaps he was also drugged if he was seeing a giant spider vibrating its abdomen over his other best friend, his ex.
Looking around, he noticed that he was sitting in the corner of a giant spider web, and that web was above Hermione’s living room. The spider in question was at least five times the size of a human, completely white with blackened legs and underbelly, and in possession of eight eyes the shade of hellfire. It’s giant legs were bracketed around Hermione, her naked body twitching and writhing underneath.
“Ohh~ Penn~” she moaned, rolling her naked hips into the spider’s abdomen.
The spider, meanwhile, nibbled at her bound wrists, delighting in how her pulse jumped a little more with each brush of his fuzzy chelicerae. It purred at her moans, speeding its thrusts up to be just a little bit faster. Hermione moaned louder, beginning to thrust her hips in tandem with her mate’s. She gripped his pedipalps and kissed his little fangs when his head leaned close to hers. His eyes grew brighter as he crooned at her, leaning down to nibble the fresh bite on her neck.
Then the spider was jolting, pulsing into Hermione’s bouncing hips, “Ah!~ Ah!~ Ah!~”
Her climax hit her like a freight train, and she arched up as much as she could before dropping back to the comforting embrace of the web beneath her, completely unconscious. Pennywise purred at her, contented that he’d thoroughly knotted his little mate once more. Through smelling her, he knew his seed wouldn’t take, at least not alone. He’d have to disrupt her cycle by snatching an egg or two from her ovaries and planting them in her womb to jumpstart a heat with her knotting.
Ron’s mind finally caught up to him as he jolted in his bound spot. Hermione was having sex with a spider, perhaps even an albino acromantula from the size of the male above her, and she was loving it.
Pennywise looked over at Ron with his eight fiery eyes and shrunk into his clown form, spooking the other red-haired male even more before losing a bit more height and turning into Bill Gray. The Weasley male jumped at the sight of Bill’s glowing red eyes and jagged smile. The eldritch looked down at his sated mate and looked back up at Ron.
A new fly in my endless web…
Ron fainted.