"You only told me that she died with you, fighting Voldemort. But how did she die?" She died as about as bravely as a person can die," answered Ron, "...she took her own life to save the rest of us." Arthur Weasley listened as Ron told the story of his sister's death, a tale not very long in the telling. When Ron finished, Arthur nodded in silent satisfaction. He felt the pride for his daughter welling inside him, and for a moment it combated the grief. After a brief struggle, the grief won out. I did a double take. Never had I seen her dressed so sexily. I should I guess describe her for you, she is 5ft 6in tall, very pert 36D breasts, legs to die for, slim, a size 10UK, with long blonde hair which she has down at home but puts up for work. She had on clothes I had never seen before, a black see through blouse, obviously no bra, and a very short mini skirt, I was sure she would have trouble sitting down, and ‘fuck me’ heels, at least 5” in black patent. I must have been staring. “You are certainly a distractible man aren’t you?” asked the witch as he turned back towards her. She touched the brooch on her cloak and her bodice and skirt seemed to melt like plastic under a heat gun before drawing up into the pin on the purple cape. Scooting to the edge of her seat and spreading her legs, she beckoned him over, “Come, drink me.”Ren laughed nervously, “I’m not going to shrink am I?” He was only partially joking after what he had witnessed so far. As he stared at her. "Done this before?" I asked."Maybe. Have you?" I wish," I said."Well, today is your lucky day, cutie." Wasn't it always?She moved down to my tits and gasped when she got a good look at them. "Those are beautiful," she said, grabbing my right one in her palm and squeezing it slightly. I moaned at her touch. As she was working my hard nipples, I reached behind her back to unhook her bra. With both of my hands, might I add."Oh my God, your boobs are fucking huge!" I blurted out."Thanks," came her.