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Why Not Ron	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pansy’s grip on Ron’s arm tightened. She didn’t move and for a moment he wondered if she was still breathing. He didn’t push her though. He merely held her hand.

The guests began looking back and forth between the parents and daughter. The parents didn’t move, the daughter didn’t move. The whispers grew concerned.

Mr. Wealsey clearly had had enough. With Mrs. Wealsey at his side, he approached the Parkinsons and extended a hand. Seeing the parents shaking hands and greeting eased Ron’s mind. He squeezed her hand.

She looked up at him and saw the encouragement on his face. She wove her fingers with his and took small steps down the aisle toward her parents.

When they cleared the arch, Fred and George along with Misty began giving the incantation to move the chairs and set out the tables. With the obvious spotlight taken off them Pansy moved to greet her parents.

The two sets of parents stopped speaking and looked at the couple as they approached. Pansy kept her hand in Ron’s for support.

“Mother. Father.” She said.

“Pansy.” Her mother said, unsure at the moment of what line to use.

“We’re glad you could make it Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson.” Ron extended a hand to his new in laws which was accepted. Pansy however remained silent. It was becoming awkward so Mrs. Weasley jumped in.

“Well now, why don’t we have some champagne, and I believe Misty has prepared some wonderful things for us.”

Grateful for the tradition of parents at their own table, Pansy walked with Ron to the table holding their closest friends.

Her friends saw the tension and began immediately to raise her spirits. Everyone took turns playing DJ with the turntable, playing different music. Pansy must have been passed to every male in attendance on the dance floor. Colin Creevey kept doing his job and his camera went off through the whole party.

As the sun began to set, the guests began taking their leave. Misty set out retrieving cloaks and in some cases brooms.

Eventually the only ones left were her parents. She took Ron’s hand again and faced them. She had no idea what to say.

“Thank you for coming Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson.” Ron said, knowing she was unable to say anything.

“Thank you for extending the invitation.” Her mother relied with perfectly practiced courtesy. Pansy had heard that tone a million times when company had been to visit. Her heart dropped. Her mother had been dragged to the wedding and wouldn’t have come on her own. Most likely her father said something about image and she relented.

Her father searched in his pocket and pulled out a small box with a ribbon. Pansy looked at her father. “I wasn’t sure where to put this.” When he held onto it rather than just giving it to her she understood. He wanted to talk to her.

“I’ll show you where the gifts are.” She gave Ron a kiss on the cheek. He squeezed her hand and smiled. He knew what was happening so he quickly began a chat with an obviously nervous Mrs. Parkinson.

Mr. Parkinson followed his daughter to the guest room, taking note of the home he was in. Furnished nicely, but not extravagantly. Clean, but not quite immaculate. Welcoming, but not showy. Misty had placed the gifts on a table but a few larger packages stood on the floor. He set the small box on the table. “You have very generous friends.”

“Their mostly Ron’s friends, but they’ve all been very supportive.”

“More so then I have been, I think.” He said softly looking at her.

“You had your reasons.” She averted her eyes, toying with a ribbon on one of the boxes. “I’m sure you did what you felt you should have.”

“Yes and I more then made my reasons clear. I went to your room that night,” he shifted on his feet, “everything was gone. My child was willing to leave her life and everything to be with a man she loved.”

“I’m sorry it happened that way.” She whispered, fighting to control her tears.

“I met with him. I wanted to know what kind of man had my daughter’s complete devotion.”

“And?” She prompted.

“Even with the obstacles I put up and the things I said, he still wouldn’t back down. I see why. I saw it in his face when he spoke of you. He was man enough to extend his invitation even after the way I spoke to him and knowing the last words I said to you. I never wanted a weak man for you. I wanted someone strong. I guess I mistook wealth for strength. I know I was wrong now.”

Pansy knew it took a lot for her father to admit that, especially to his only child. While she would have gloated to any other man, she wouldn’t do it to her father. “Did you see the ceremony father?”

“Yes, we arrived just as it began. The vows he spoke were beautiful. He will take care of you.”

“Yes father, he will.” Her father took a step forward.

“You look lovely Pansy.” At her father’s words she stepped forward and hugged her father. It was brief but it was enough.

They walked out to the front. Pansy slipped her hand into Ron’s and looked up. He smiled when he saw her face.

“Congratulations Pansy.” Her mother said in the required politeness. Pansy now knew that her father had brought her along, but it no longer mattered. Her mood was too high. She had spoken to her father and found common ground, if her mother wanted to be stubborn, she could be as stubborn as she wanted.

“Thank you mother.” Pansy watched as her parents disapparated from the front of the house. She turned to Ron and smiled brightly. He held out his arms and she launched herself into them. She laughed as he spun her around.

“Everything worked out baby, I knew it would.” He said, putting her down and kissing her.

“I know you did and you were…..RON!” She shrieked.

“What?” He looked at her shocked. She took his hand and dashed to the guest room that held gifts. She picked up the box her father gave her.

“Well go on, open it.” He said picking up a flat package. She opened the box as Ron pulled the paper off the one he was holding. Just as he smiled, Pansy let out a gasp.

“What is it?” He asked putting down the gift and coming to stand behind her. The box had two chains, one with a heart and one with a key.

“They’re anklets. We each wear one. They magically seal themselves when you put them on and they will always remain the perfect size.” She spoke clearly and carefully as she looked at the chains.

“They’re nice.” Ron said behind her. He picked up the gift he was holding. “We can put them on when we use this.” He gave her the biggest five year old smile she had ever seen. Pansy looked at it and her jaw dropped.

“The Kama Sutra? Who gave us that?” She asked.

“The Patil twins.” He opened the cover. “Listen to their note, ‘It translates to Lessons of Love, so study hard you two’.”

They laughed with him them leaned in for a kiss. They backed up and felt their way across the walls to their bedroom. Misty heard the door slam, but ignored it as she went about cleaning up.

Pansy remained still as Ron set the chains on the nightstand. He slowly walked back to his wife as she watched him. He was such a man, so loving and caring. He took her hand and walked her to the bed.

He kneeled down and unstrapped her heels. He looked up at her, standing perfectly still. He reached back and took the anklet with the key out of the box. She smiled as he kissed it and fastened it around her ankle. With a swirl of pink smoke the clasp disappeared.

Ron leaned down and ran his cheek up her leg. Still kneeling he reached up and took her hips in his hands. He slowly turned her around, then leaned down and ran his tongue from the back of her ankle to the back of her knee.

Pansy let out a breath as both of Ron’s hands ran up her legs, along her thighs and up to grip her ass.

He stood up and slowly lowered the zipper of her dress. He leaned in and placed a kiss between her shoulder blades, watching her shoulders rise and then fall. He brushed his fingers along her shoulders and down her arms lowering her dress until it fell to the floor. She stepped out of it and kicked it aside.

He stood up and walked around to stand in front of her. He let his eyes fall down to her feet and back up to her face. Taking her hands he helped her to sit in the bed to watch him.

She was gorgeous, in her black bra and thong. She was his now in every sense of the word and she was watching him.

Just like their first time Ron began to undress for her. Starting with his shoes he kicked them off, shoving them aside.

Just as he reached for his cuffs, a thought struck him. He glanced at the ceiling and then the floor.

“Ron?” She asked. He looked down at her and grinned ear to ear.

“Relax against the headboard.” He told her. She smirked but adjusted the pillows and got comfortable. Ron took out his wand and a moment later a huge pole sprouted at the foot of the bed right up against the mattress.

“Oh my god, Ron, a pole. You can’t be serious?” She began laughing into her hands. Ron jumped on the bed and gripped the pole.

“Oh yes.”
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