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You Never Know	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron mentally went through what he would need from the market to fill the cooler and pantry, while his house elf sent dishes flying to their cabinets. He always had a voracious appetite and needed a ready supply of sustenance, so a trip to the market was inevitable. He left the kitchen and moved to the front room. Pulling out his wand, he unpacked several boxes and sent items flying to their destination.

He glanced at a few of them and noticed that they belonged to his wife. His ex-wife now. He placed them back in the box and set it aside. He’d worry about it later. He dropped into an armchair and let out a sigh.

He was 27 and divorced. His marriage had been wonderful, or so he thought. His wife had gone through a long line of lovers that Ron had no idea even existed. When he changed career paths he began working at home and saw the changes. She used to be affectionate with him all the time, but when she had access to him all day, she was evasive. She spent long hours away from home and Ron started to worry although at first he had no idea what was going on.

He asked Harry to trail her one afternoon when she mentioned spending the afternoon with her friends. He began thinking she was having problems with one of her friends or even trying to help out a friend who was in trouble. He trusted her and wanted to help if she needed it. He just thought she was unsure about what to do.

Harry had spent the whole day in her shadow using his invisibility cloak. He told Ron that his wife had booked a room at an inn and met two separate gentlemen there. Harry used his Aurors badge to find out that shortly after he began working from home, his wife would book a room at least once a week to meet gentlemen, and not always the same ones. Some were repeated engagements, some were new.

When Ron confronted his wife, she was more upset at being followed then by being found out. She yelled at Ron for invading her privacy and having her followed, but Ron was undaunted by her accusations. He kept going back to the heart of the matter. In the end she had no excuse and Ron quickly filed for divorce, leaving their home and searching for one of his own.

He looked around the small house. It was perfect for a new bachelor, especially one who works at home. Ron designed broomsticks now after spending six years in the production department and was doing great. He was successful, in a career he loved and the only thing bad in his life was that his marriage had fallen apart.

Ron tried to think about how he had missed it for so many years and tried to think of why she had strayed but he could come up with no answers. It was the most aggravating part of the whole process. The unanswered questions were the worst and he had to go on with life not knowing the ‘why’ aspect. He had considered himself a good husband, having had a good example, but what did he have to show for it? His wife was gone and he was alone.

He rose up and mentally slapped himself for being so daft. Life goes on and he would have to learn to do the same. His wife may not be his wife anymore but that happened sometimes and while he will most likely never know why, it didn’t change the fact that after five years of marriage he was now single again.

He sent the now empty boxes into a closet in the hall and looked around the house. He was finally moved in, it took him two weeks to find it and three days to move but he had everything unpacked now. Letting out a sigh he picked up his mail and sat down again. He hadn’t had time to go through it while he was unpacking so it had built up over the past few days.

He smiled at the letters from his family and friends all offering help with moving in if he needed it. He rolled his eyes thinking of the help his mother would have in mind. She probably already had meals planned for him. She never thought Sara had kept him fed enough. Little did she know that Sara was a decent cook, just a lousy wife.

He saw a letter from Harry about a dinner party they were giving to celebrate the end of a good case he had just finished. Having finally caught the dark wizard after a year-long search he was in Azkaban and Harry felt the need to celebrate. The party was that night but knowing Ron would be moving in, he told him personally a few days ago when he was helping out.

Ron set aside the mail, none of which required immediate attention. He showered and dressed then left for the home Harry shared with his sister. It was nice to know that even though his own marriage was over, his sister and his best mate were still strong. He made a mental note to quit thinking of his marriage.

“Ronald, darling how are you?” He was engulfed in a hug from his mother.

“Just fine mum.” He said.

“You didn’t have to buy a house, you could have come back home.” She said, running a hand through his hair.

“Mother, I am not moving back home. I can take care of myself.” He said firmly. Would his mother ever stop treating him like the baby? Ginny was younger than him, yet he got the baby treatment.

“I know but there’s no need……..”

“That’s enough Molly.” Arthur came into view and hugged his son. “How are you son?” He asked.

“Just fine.” His mother had left to the kitchens to help. “She’s going to be mad at you.” Ron said.

“I know, but it will last all of five minutes. She was like this with all her children. A lot of mothers are. Don’t worry about her, I’ll handle it. I’m concerned with you right now.” His father seemed unconcerned so Ron took it at face value.

“I’ll be fine dad.” He took a seat with his father on Harry’s couch after greeting his sister and new brother. He smiled at the thought of his best mate who had always been close enough to be a brother actually being a brother now.

“Is everything settled now?” Arthur asked. He was asking about Ron’s divorce. Sara had tried to obtain everything she could but thankfully Ron had been given some good advice. Hermione had convinced him that a pre-marital contract was a good idea and Draco Malfoy was his legal counsel through the divorce. Smart decisions before his marriage and smart moves by Draco during his divorce had made everything so much easier on Ron.

“For the most part, yes. The final paperwork should be ready any day now. I leave most of that to Draco.” He said.

“And the marriage itself?” Arthur asked.

“The marriage is over and dissolved, she is just pushing this last attempt to get something more. Draco said the contract Hermione had drawn up is iron tight so she can fight all she wants it won’t do any good.”

“Good. I just don’t want you to be stuck should you decide to marry again.” He said.

“No, my marriage is legally over, even if she keeps trying to challenge certain issues. I can marry again if I want without problems.” He told his father. Arthur understood all of his sons on their own levels. Bill, he treated as a peer and a fellow married man. Charlie he focused on his work, because Charlie was more work oriented then even Percy. With Percy however Arthur treated him with dignity and always kept in mind the young man’s pride, as he had the most in the family. With Fred and George he was more himself, fun loving and accepting no matter what. With Ron he was encouraging. Ron was the youngest son and always looked up to his older brothers so being encouraged to be his own man was something Arthur saw outright. It was something Ron valued, now that he was old enough to see it.

Ron smiled at his father then looked up at the twins who had each brought their girlfriends. Harry Potter’s house was full tonight. He had invited not only his new brothers, but several friends as well. Ron was updated on several Hogwarts housemates and some other houses as well.

Luna Lovegood was there with Gregory Goyle. They were planning their own wedding now. Hermione had shown up, as had Lavender Brown. Susan Bones was in attendance and chatting with Charlie. They did the same thing the last time Charlie was in town, and they wrote constantly. Perhaps there was something in the cards for them.

As the night wore on Ron fought a slight depression. He was glad his marriage was over, his trust and respect in Sara was shattered and he was glad to be away from her. He was sad however at being alone. He had grown up with two parents showing him a strong marriage and an equal partnership. To know that his own had failed was bad enough, but Ron didn’t like being alone. He liked having someone in his life. He liked having a partner to share things with, he liked having a regular sexual partner that he could trust. He didn’t find any satisfaction in going from woman to woman, it didn’t appeal to him. He liked the closeness of a committed relationship.

He knew he had to be careful though. Right now since he was newly divorced the urge to be with anyone that keeps loneliness at bay was strong. The last thing he needed was to jump from one bad relationship to another bad relationship. He relaxed and enjoyed the party, trying not to feel sad at the happy couples that were around him.

Later that night Ron walked home. He was the first to leave the party, but nobody stopped him. He walked slowly, looking this way and that. He had chosen a nice place to buy his home. A country style cottage village away from the clustered cities. He had grown up in the country and he was glad to be back in one. It was calm and peaceful and he smiled to himself. Maybe getting divorced was sad but he was finally able to do things as he wanted to do, not because of his wife’s choices. She wanted to live in the city, so they did. She didn’t want children yet, so they didn’t have any.

Ron rolled his eyes. With all the men in her life, having a child would have made her unattractive to some of them no doubt. She probably thought having a baby would ruin her figure too. Ron shook his head and continued down the street. He was glad now that they didn’t have children. To be forever connected to that woman was a horrifying thought indeed. He allowed himself a chuckle.

“Blasted, useless, good for nothing price of shit!” He looked off to the side and smiled. A woman was yelling at a broom that was not cooperating. It was jerking about in her hand and virtually un-mountable.

“Excuse me, can I help?” He called to her. She turned and Ron focused on her face. “Pansy Parkinson?”

“Ron Weasley. I thought you lived out in London?” She said.

“I did, when I was married. We divorced and I moved out here.” He told her.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said, looking aside and then back.

“Don’t be, it’s nothing. What happened to your broom?” He asked moving forward.

“I don’t know, I think one of the attachments snapped and now I can’t even mount it.” She let him take the broom and look closer.

After a few moments Ron pulled out a tool from his robes and fiddled with the attachments. He had it hovering above the ground smoothly in no time at all. “The leveling attachment was twisted. It’s all right now.” He handed her the broom and she gave him a gracious smile.

“Thank you so much. What can I give you?” She opened her purse.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it. It was a simple adjustment. Do you have a long flight home?” He asked, pocketing his tool.

“No, I live just down the road.” She said. “What about you?”

“I’m right over there.” He gestured off aside. “Most likely I’ll be seeing you around.”

“Yes. Thank you again, and I’m sorry about the marriage.” She said.

He nodded and gave her a smile. She returned it then flew off to her home. Ron walked to his own house, settling in for a quiet night.

A/N: Please R and R, ron/pansy stories never get that much attention, i want to make sure they are wanted as much as i want them.
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