Ron had hit his orgasm, his member unloading causing him to buck his hips against his hand and then he heard a squeal which caused him to stop abruptly in a startled sort of way, his eyes widening in horror as he saw Maria laying in his floor.
"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaimed absolutely mortified, jumping up from his bed, his flaccid penis just hanging there outside of his boxer briefs. "Are you alright?" He made his way to her, but then realized that his penis was still out on display, he quickly turned his back to her long enough to put it away before turning back around.
"Maria, what are you doing here?" He asked still surprised, mortified, embarrassed, horrified, and the list of how he felt just continued on. "I..." Fuck, this was really awkward. He was expecting the worse, for her to break up with him and run out, because what sort of girl wanted to walk in on their bloke rubbing one out to a mental image of them?
"It wasn't what it looked like!" Ron tried to backtrack. Sticking out his hand to help her up, he noticed that his hand was covered in his own semen to which he made a mortified face and jerked it back, trying to not be so obvious as he reached for a shirt, a sock, anything to wipe his hand off without her knowing what was going on.
"Okay, it's what it looked like. It's just been a really bloody horrible day and I needed to relax." Ron frowned, his face redder than even his usual.