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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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Over the next several weeks, it became common knowledge that Ron and Pansy were an item. They were inseparable, always hand in hand. While they still ate at their own house tables, every other spare moment was spent in each others company.

While friendships between houses was now a regular sight at the school, Ron and Pansy were the first evident display of a romance between Gryffindor and Slytherin. It had almost single handedly laid to rest the long standing feud of the two houses.

Pansy couldn’t have been happier. She was valued, treasured, wanted and respected. She was fast approaching the conclusion that she was falling in love, and she didn’t mind one bit. She felt more for Ron then she ever had for Draco, but then again she had chosen Draco based on logic. She had chosen Ron based on her body‘s reaction. She became more and more excited as the holidays approached, thinking of those reactions.

The Christmas holidays saw students leaving in various ways for various directions. Pansy made sure to keep the two days Ron specified free. She made arrangements with her mother saying she would be spending the time with friends. This was a common occurrence so Mrs. Parkinson thought nothing of it. It was all set. All she had to do was wait for Ron’s owl.

Three days into the holidays, her wait was over.

Pansy

Meet me in Diagon Alley at Cedric’s Coffee at noon tomorrow. Everything is ready. I can’t wait to see you my darling.

Ron

Pansy was ecstatic. She had her bag packed and with a goodbye to her parents was off. Since she and Ron were now of age, they obtained their apparition licenses at the start of term.

She appeared with a pop on the street, made her way to the coffee shop and waited at a table close to the window.

“Hey beautiful.” Pansy turned around and launched herself into his arms.

“Baby I missed you.” She inhaled in his neck, breathing in his skin. It had only been a few days since she had seen him, but it seemed longer.

He smiled down at her, thinking how he was completely lost to this woman. He wanted this day to go perfectly.

“Let’s go and get out of this cold.” He took her bags and threw an arm around her shoulder. It felt good to be with her again.

They walked to the Leaky Cauldron taking the stairs to the top floor. Ron booked a nice room. It had a large bed, complete with bed curtains. A full bathroom and a small dining area. Pansy had stayed in some majestic hotels but the fact that Ron had arranged this not to impress her but just to be with her made it special. She cared about him very much and she hoped he would realize it tonight.

She dropped her bag on the floor next to his and kicked off her shoes. She loved going barefoot. She was glad to see Ron kicking his off as well. He was distracted and didn’t see her approach. He was taken aback as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He returned it with passion. It was obvious to see he missed her as well.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

She released his lips and looked at him.

“I ordered lunch.” She nodded, realizing she was hungry. A waiter levitated a tray in, setting it on the table. As Ron took care of the bill, Pansy set places at the table, discarding the tray aside. She was pouring juice when Ron joined her.

They talked about their families, and plans for the break as they ate soup and salad. Pansy loved eating with Ron. She could easily see herself doing it daily in a home they shared. It brought a smile to her face.

“What’s that for?” He asked.

“What?”

“That smile.”

“Oh…just a thought.” She said with a blush.

“Do tell.”

“You won’t panic?” She asked averting her eyes.

“Why would I panic? It’s just a thought right.” He said, taking her hand.

“Yes.” She looked at him. “I was thinking how nice it would be to eat like this every day. How it seems so natural.” She waited for him to react.

“I’ve been thinking of that as well.” He whispered.

“You have?”

“Yes.” He nodded, his face serious. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, Pansy, I constantly think about you. About us having a home together. Coming home to you every day. Pansy I know it’s only been a couple of months but I know I love you.” Pansy gasped and forced herself to speak.

“You love me?” She squeaked.

“Yes Pansy, I love you.” A single tear slid down her cheek. She wanted to say something but didn’t know if she should.

“It’s ok Pansy, you don’t have to say anything until you’re ready.” She smiled. How had she ever been so lucky to have this man in her life?

Ron stood and walked over to the fireplace, turning a dial on the radio. A beautiful melody of strings filled the room. Ron held a hand out. She went to him easing into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and swayed with him.

His hands slowly slipped into the waist of her sweater. His fingertips brushed lightly across her newly exposed skin at her waist. Pansy closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling.

She caressed his shoulders and arms. They were solid beneath her fingertips. She wanted more. She wanted to touch him. She looked in his eyes then slid out of his arms, and walked over to the bed. He followed her slowly, watching her body move with such control. She stood next to the bed looking at him. He moved close but when he reached to take her in his arms she stopped him.

“Stay there Ron.” He obeyed, staying an arm length away. He knew he’d be touching her soon enough, so for the moment he would be patient.

He watched her as she unbuttoned her sweater, and eased it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor. Her breasts were encased in a lacy black bra. She bit her lip. She was nervous, he could tell, but she continued. She swallowed as she unfastened her jeans and pushed them past her hips.

She leaned down and pulled them off, tossing them aside then stood up. She was nervous standing there in her bra and knickers. She decided to go for her bra next.

Ron’s breathing became labored. He wanted to undress her but if she wanted to ‘perform’ for him, then he would be an attentive audience. He had every intention of taking clothes off her body himself before he let her leave the room. They would have more time to play before their little vacation was over.

She reached behind her back to unhook her bra. This was it. She slowly pulled it off her shoulders, flinging it away and dropping her arms.

Ron let out the breath he was holding. “Pansy,” was all he could say. She had small breasts, with pink nipples that were already hard. He wanted to touch them, kiss them, inhale them, caress them, but he stayed where he was. He told her she would have control and she would.

Pansy had never felt more beautiful. The way Ron looked at her made her feel gorgeous. She needed this. She needed to feel desired and sexy. She was feeding off his reaction, using it to stay brave.

She hooked her thumbs into the waistline of her knickers and pushed them down. They fell to her feet. As she stepped out of them, she searched his eyes.

His chest rose and fell. She looked smooth and soft, he wanted nothing more than to cradle her body to his.

“Now you Ron.” He knew if he moved as fast as he wanted, she would panic, and she was nervous enough. He could still see her shaking slightly. He forced himself to move slow.

He unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor. Her breathing was uneven. She laced her fingers in front of her waist. Reaching behind his neck, he fisted his t shirt and yanked it over his head, baring his chest.

Ron took a certain amount of pride in his body. He was the tallest and by far the most powerfully built of all his brothers. Charlie had always been a bit on the pudgy side while Percy and the twins were thin and lanky. Bill was married now and not as firm as he had been due to his wife‘s French cooking. Ron however was solidly built and he could tell Pansy appreciated it.

Pansy admired his body while he worked his belt and jeans open, pushing them down his legs and kicking them aside, along with his boxers.

He stood straight up and looked at her. Pansy’s eyes slowly drifted down. She had only seen pictures of a naked man. She hadn’t even looked at Draco closely. Her eyes widened. Ron was long and thick. He was so hard that his foreskin was pulled back slightly showing his eye.

Ron opened his arms to her, and watched as she walked toward him. She draped her arms on his shoulders and poured her heart into the kiss she gave him. His arms clutched her tight pulling her closer.

His cock was hot against her pelvis, her nipples peaked against his chest. Ron had been wanting to get this close to her and it still wasn’t close enough. She was whimpering into his mouth, standing on her toes to meet him. Without breaking the kiss, Ron eased her onto the bed, climbing in with her.

She fell to her back, bringing Ron with her. His whole body covered hers. She arched her back pressing closer.

Her nipples against his chest were driving him mad. He broke the kiss and lowered his lips, taking one in his mouth. He rolled his tongue over it, gently squeezing the globe in his palm.

Pansy moaned and wove her fingers into his hair. He had both her breasts in his hands, moving back and forth between them. He kissed his way back up her neck.

“Gods, Pansy, what a sight you are.” Balancing on his elbows, he continued massaging her breasts while he looked at her.

She wanted to look away but she couldn’t hide from his gaze. He wanted to see her, embarrassment and all.

He shifted his weight to one side and cradled her head and shoulders in one arm. His other hand slid lower dropping past her stomach to the patch of raven black curls nestled between her thighs. Pansy’s eyes shot open and she clamped her thighs together.

“Ron, what are you doing?” No one had ever touched her there before. The closest Draco had come was guiding his cock inside her.

“Shhhh, relax, open up love.” He whispered.

“But….”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes, I do, but….”

“Then trust me now, open up. I promise, you won’t regret this.” He gently wiggled his fingers between her thighs until she parted them. He locked his legs around one of hers and gently eased the other further apart. Pansy didn’t know what to expect, but her feelings for Ron were strong and she trusted him. If anything she would show him that.

Ron looked down at her, biting her lip. She was nervous, but she gave in. He intended to make sure she was brought to ecstasy. She had chosen him. Out of all the choices she had, she had picked him. Before she went back home, she would know that she had made the right choice.

He brushed his fingertips across her lips gently. Her thighs jumped at the contact. He waited until she relaxed before increasing the pressure a little. He could feel her lips were moist. She had enjoyed him so far. He gently eased his middle finger into her. Damn, she was tight. Wet and tight. He’d have to control himself when he slipped his cock in there.

He moved his finger in and out slowly, keeping his eyes locked on her face. She was watching him, forcing herself not to look away. He added another finger. Her brow furled but Ron knew it wasn’t pain. Her breasts were heaving, her nipples and areolas puckered. The arm she had around his back tightened its grip.

With his fingers still moving, he used his thumb to search for her button. When he found it, he rolled it back and forth. He wouldn’t admit it under the Crociatus Curse but he had practiced this maneuver at night in his dorm. Now that he had Pansy where he wanted her, he wasn’t about to fuck it up with bad coordination.

“Oh gods …Ron….” Pansy’s words came out with gasps. Her body writhed; her hips came forward thrusting against his fingers. Ron couldn’t get enough of her reaction. Her hand gripped his shoulder, the other fisting and releasing the pillow under her head. She was groaning loudly. Ron had no idea she would be so responsive, and he hardened even more.

“Ron…..Ron….I….I’m……” She was panting, arching her hips faster.

“Yes, love, cum for me.” As he spoke, he began to bicycle his fingers against her g-spot, Pansy went wild.

“OH SHIT RON!” Her hips lifted against his fingers.

“That’s it my love, come on.” He watched her face contort, her teeth clench, she grunted into his shoulder and growled out of her throat as her hips rose inches off the bed. His fingers and palm were gifted with a splash of hot fluid.

Pansy dropped back on the bed, panting and gasping, trying to catch her breath. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He seemed like a god to her. She had no idea what he was doing, but she loved it.

He lifted his fingers and looked at the shine from her juices.

“I’m sorry….” She didn’t know why but she felt she should apologize.

“Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry for that.” He told her. Pansy gasped as he brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. His eyes never left hers. When he was done, quick as lightning he dropped down and buried his face in her pussy. He licked her clean with long flat strokes of his tongue, being mindful that her clit was overly sensitive at the moment.

Pansy’s head tossed back and forth. Ron was amazing. He was giving her things she never thought she could feel. She had to give back. She wanted him to feel what she felt.

He crawled back up her body. “So much better to taste it from the source.” Pansy responded with a heated lust she never knew he had. She tasted her own musk on his lips and it spurred her on.

Planting her foot on the bed she kicked, rolling him onto his back, straddling him. His eyes showed shock at her aggression, but he didn’t stop her at all. She attacked his mouth, and pinned his wrists beside his head. He was letting her do anything she wanted, and she was getting off on it. Gripping his wrists hard, she kissed him with the hunger of a starving woman. A hunger Ron was eager to fill. She attacked his neck, sucking and biting his flesh. He turned his head allowing her access to anything, his groaning only feeding her frenzy.

She looked at him and slowed her breathing. Sliding to his chest, she planted kisses everywhere. She let go of his wrists to run her hands over his torso and stomach. He gripped the pillow behind his head in two fists, letting her explore his body. He groaned low in his throat as she twirled her tongue around his nipple.

His body undulated under her. She lay between his legs working both his nipples. He was just as shocked as she was over his reaction. He had no idea how sensitive his body was. His hard thighs gripped her hips. Pansy had never done this before. She would like to say she was going on instinct and the knowledge of what felt good on her body. That was only partially true, she was mimicking what felt good on her body, but in reality she was paying close attention to how Ron was reacting to everything she did. She rose up on all fours and lowered herself down until she was level with his cock. She felt her courage fading.

“Ron….” She whispered. He rose up on his elbows.

“It’s alright Pansy, you don’t have to…..” She cut him off.

“No, Ron, I want to…but….I’ve never done this part before, so…..” she glanced away for a moment.

“Yes?” He prompted her.

“I need you to talk to me. Tell me if I’m doing it right, or if I should stop.” She told him.

“Ok, I will.” He propped both pillows behind his head so he could watch her. There was no way he was missing the sight of his cock disappearing in her lips.

“Ron?” she said as she settled herself between his thighs.

“Yes love?”

“Are you gonna…. I mean… do you…..” she was afraid to ask, but he already knew.

“I’m not going to cum in your mouth.” He told her. She let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t know that he thought was a bit of a turnoff. He considered it a little rude when he had read about it in his brother’s magazines.

“Ok.” She reached out and took his cock in her hand.
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