A very hot encounter

The room looked nothing like a classroom. The desks were gone and the walls on the far side of the room were almost entirely windows now, allowing a lot of light to shine in from outside.

Not that there was much need for light, since a bunch of candle were floating all over the place. At the back of the room was a tree that looked like it was still decorated for Christmas and a nearby table could be seen with a radio on it. In the center of the room, replacing the vanished desks, was a large bed covered in white sheets and pillows. And sitting on said bed was Fleur, dressed in her uniform which appeared a few sizes to small given how her chest seemed to be straining against her dress.

"Good evening Wheeze-lee," she smiled at him. "I am glad to zee you got my message."

"Yeah," Ron nodded. He took a deep breath, knowing he couldn't start getting nervous now. "So what's up. Why'd you call me here?"

"I would have thought it was obvious," she told him. "You zaved Gabrielle from being lost forever. I am hon-er bound to repay you in anyway I can."

Ron hummed at this, "but Harry did most of the work. I just helped her to shore. Are you planning on rewarding him he same way."

"Absolutely not," she looked insulted by this question. "I am not some common ore. I will find another way to one day repay him, without besmearing my hon-er. But given what haz appened between us, I've decided this is the best way to thank you."

Ron smirked at this, having the slightest inkling that she was only using this as an excuse to have sex with him again. Not that he was going to complain. "Alright," he nodded, "what are the limits? How far can we take this?"

Fleur smirked as she stood up and used her wand to close and lock the classroom door, then started muttering several more spells to stop them from being disturbed. "Tonight, I am yourz." She moved over to him and soon they were face to face. "You may do whatever you wish to me and I will do, within reazon, anything you ask of me."

"So basically you'll do anything that won't result in lasting injury?"

"Such a clever boy," she smiled. "Now, what do you wish of me...master." Ron really liked that last word, especially coming from her perfect lips.