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Dream Weaver	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 4516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pansy glared at her husband. Ron Weasley was on his back, and in between every third or fourth snore he let out a giggle. Pansy was sitting up in bed watching him and getting more and more irritated. Sexually, things between them had been somewhat strained, so he shouldn’t be having happy dreams. She knew she certainly wasn’t dreaming of anything laugh worthy, so what the hell was he giggling about?

Ron had giggled this way for the past few nights. It was actually cute to her the first night it happened, but when they had horribly awful sex the next night she began to get suspicious. It actually scared her. If things weren’t so bad she probably would have slept through it, but not tonight.

He was going to wake up soon. He had to leave for his creature infirmary because he always liked to be there first thing in the morning. When his charmed clock went off he grumbled awake.

He reached over and pulled her in a hug, kissing her neck and squeezing her ass. “Good morning.” He said.

“Good morning to you too. What did you dream about?” She asked.

“I didn’t dream.” He said, avoiding her eyes.

“You were laughing in your sleep.” She told him.

He laughed and released her. “I didn’t laugh in my sleep.” He rose up and moved to the bathroom. The shower sounded as he got ready to leave.

Pansy heaved herself out of bed and went to the kitchen. Fresh coffee filled the air and hot porridge was ready in moments. Ron normally liked a feast of toast, eggs, sausage and the whole lot, but she enjoyed a warm comforting porridge at times. Considering what she had to listen to during the night, she felt she earned it. She pulled out the sugar and then moved back to the bedroom and dressed in jeans and a zipped top.

She had let the owl in with the post when Ron joined her. She passed him his mail while she opened hers. “So did you remember what you were dreaming about?”

“I told you Pansy I didn’t dream.” He said reading his mail and eating.

“Ron you were laughing in your sleep, well giggling actually, either way, you were dreaming about something.” Her feelings must have been obvious because she had his attention now.

“Why is it such a big deal?” He asked letting his mail drop.

“Well Ron it’s just a little insulting when we have shitty sex and then you’re giggling at something in your sleep.” She said getting annoyed with his evasiveness with her questions.

Ron rolled his eyes. “Look, I’m sorry about the sex, I’ve been really busy lately.”

“Ron, you’re a creature healer, it’s not like the Minister of Magic is rushing to your infirmary demanding your expert care for the boil on his bum.”

Ron’s body started shaking with laughter and Pansy couldn’t help but smile. Taking shots at each other was commonplace in this house. It kept egos in check and helped them deal with tense situations. In this case humor was the tension-deflator. “Listen love,” he rose and gathered his mail, “I really am sorry about the less then fabulous loving, and I’ll make it up to you.” He nuzzled her neck. “You be ready tonight woman.” With a nip to her ear she left through the floo.

Pansy spent the day in anticipation. The other night was a disappointment and while she didn’t want to admit to Ron that she found it lacking, she didn’t want to lie about it. They had an agreement from the day they became involved that they wouldn’t fake anything and would be honest if they weren’t satisfied. She was confident he would fix it.

Pansy was wide awake, she was just pretending to sleep. It took all her concentration not to sit upright and slap him as he walked across the room. It was almost midnight and Ron was just walking in, well, creeping in was more the description. He was also trying hard not to wake her even though she was awake and listening.

He moved to the bathroom and she sprung into action. Racing as silently as possible, she moved over to the door and looked at his cloak. She picked up a hair from the shoulder.

Who’s hair is this? It’s not his. She brushed it aside when she realized it was a cat hair. She looked again and found another hair. This one is shiny, smooth, and pitch black. Oh wait, she thought, that’s mine. She leaned in and sniffed then regretted it as the smell of a menagerie of creatures invaded her nostrils.

The water shut off and she made her way back to bed, then stopped and taking the armchair by the arms, moved it just slightly forward about an inch and half.

She raced back under the covers and waited. Ron eased the bathroom door open and tiptoed his way toward the bed. As he neared the bed he banged his foot against the chair and nearly broke the skin of his knuckles biting them to hold in pain.

As he eased back into the bathroom letting out very quiet grunts of pain, Pansy smiled to herself and snuggled into her pillow. That’s what you get, she thought.

The next afternoon Pansy woke and Ron was already gone. She hurried to the kitchen and caught sight of the table, smiling when she saw the note.

‘Pansy love, expecting a visit from the Ministry to give the official Pegasus shots. Had to leave early, Ron’

Nothing. Nothing about being late last night. Nothing about their problems in the bedroom. Nothing about her state of sexual tension. Nothing. She went about the day almost destroying various objects. When Ginny arrived for their usual afternoon tea she was tearing her hair out.

“Did I come at a bad time?” She asked.

“No, Ginny everythings fine, come in.” She asked.

“Yes, now what’s going on?” She asked taking the sugar and cream out as Pansy heated the water.

“Your brother is a tosser.” She said getting cups and saucers.

“As I recall I told you that many years ago, but what’s the problem.” Ginny asked.

Pansy threw herself into a chair and unleashed the issues. “We didn’t have sex for a week and when we did, it was horrible.”

“Did you tell him it was terrible?”

“Yes and he went on about how he’s going to make it up to me.” Pansy said adding her sugar.

Ginny just grinned. “And did he?”

“What do you think?” Ginny tried to hold in a laugh. “I waited up for him and then laid down but couldn’t sleep. He snuck in like an auror in stealth training. Then he leaves so early that all I get is a note that doesn’t even say he’s sorry.”

Ginny laughed. “You make it sound like he’s avoiding you.”

“No, but there is something else.” She said.

“Pansy what is it.” Ginny asked leaning forward and resting her elbows on the table.

“He giggles in his sleep.” Pansy said.

“That’s an improvement from what he used to do in his sleep.” Ginny said, with a chuckle.

“Ginny, this isn’t helping.” Pansy groaned, but couldn’t help a giggle. Ron used to joke about his youthful nighttime activities too.

“What do you mean helping, what do you need help with? So he giggled in his sleep, what’s the big deal.”

“I think there’s another woman.” She whispered, finally voicing the fears that had been growing.

“Pansy, that’s just daft.” She said with a roll of her eyes.

“Think about it. Our sex life is heading downward, he’s thinking about who knows who, doing who knows what in his sleep, and he’s been lying.”

“What do you mean lying? Ron would never lie to you.” Ginny told her in disbelief.

“I asked him what he was dreaming about and he told me he couldn’t remember.”

“And that’s lying?” Ginny asked.

“He didn’t look in my eyes, when Ron lies he avoids eye contact.” She said.

“Listen, I doubt there is any other woman. Who would have him?” Ginny asked. Pansy gave her a pleading look. “Ok, that was a bad joke, but listen you know Ron isn’t the cheating type. He loves you.”

“Then why isn’t he showing me?” Pansy asked.

“You just need to talk, and not when he’s on his way out, not when he’s been dealing with a widow and her twenty cats that need worm potions.”

Pansy giggled. “Alright, alright. He is supposed to have some time off this weekend, maybe we can talk then.”

As she lazily sipped her tea both girls missed the sight of Ron’s familiar entering the kitchen. A large burley lion who planted himself in his usual corner beside the oven.

“You see, it’s not so bad.” Ginny told her. “Now as to your sex life, my dear, that’s your problem, because the last thing I want to hear about is why Ron isn’t getting his shag on.”

Pansy tossed her napkin in a crumbled heap at the laughing redhead. The light atmosphere was interrupted by the second familiar entering. A sleek and toned lioness who walked up and began eyeing the lion. Ginny and Pansy exchanged a look and watched the lioness pace back and forth looking at her mate.

She gave him a sniff then turned her back, lifted her tail and presented. Without a second thought the lion rose slipping on the shiny floor once then mounted, servicing the lioness as requested.

“On second thought,” Ginny said, “why not just do that to him?”

Pansy let her head fall back and let out a roar of laughter. “Oh, I can just see him responding to that.”

“You know how Ron is, he’d drop whatever he was doing if you just dropped into position like that.” Their laughter was halted by a growl from the lion. “He must be done.”

“I guess so.” Pansy agreed. After a moment when he didn’t move immediately, she stretched back and growled, giving his muzzle a bite. He jumped off her and settled back in his corner as his mate sauntered off.

“She doesn’t need you anymore mate.” Ginny called to the lion who gave her a grunt in response. Laughter again filled the kitchen.
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