Ron is stunned.

"Stupefy!" A steady, high-pitchd voice cried out. A blast of blue light struck Ron in the chest. Before everything went dark, Ron was aware of his hitting the floor, and the fearsome beauty standing over him, with a smile.

-

When Ron came to, he felt the comforting weight of a couch behind him. A couch that was familiar to him. He didn't even need to open his eyes to know he was in the Slytherin Common Room.

Gradually, he sat up, and let the limited light of the dungeon-like room into his vision. his head felt clearer.

Weasley looked down. On the table before him was a slip of parchment. Why let Mr. Potter have all the fun, your girls are waiting for you cock?, it read. A lipstick kiss had been left on the parchment. Also resting on the scrap was a small potion.

Lifting it to his eyes, Ron noted it was an extracted sample of the pheremone of Sirius. Rare beyond measure.

The woman who left the note clearly wanted, clearly expected him to take it. With it, he'd be endowed of the same powers as Potter had been. Women would find him irresistible, and those he bedded would become his personal servants. Yes, Ron found it very appealing.

And yet, another possibility stirred in his mind. He can now fuck Hermione and she will bug him for more...