"Who's Watching?"

A few hours later Pansy awake, it was early afternoon, she could tell from the light outside her window.



“Don’t move.” She turned her head and saw Ron sitting in a chair beside her bed. He was wearing his jeans again, but nothing else. His hair hadn’t been combed and he was clutching a sketchpad in one hand while his other frantically moving.



“What are you doing?” She asked not moving her body.



“I had to draw you.” His eyes moved back and forth from her body to his drawing. His face was more intense then anything she had seen before. She focused on her own body and knew she was covered with the bed sheet, although barely covered.



Ron had eased her onto her back, and draped the thin sheet along her chest and over her hips. He legs, arms, shoulders and stomach were bare. One leg was propped up by pillows under her knee. She maintained her position while Ron’s hand moved quickly to capture the image.



“I don’t suppose you would do this nude for me one day?” He said with a wink.



She smiled at him and lifted one eye eyebrow. “Maybe, you never know.”



As Ron grinned back at her, Pansy felt just gorgeous. Ron’s eyes over her form made her feel like a goddess being immortalized. To Ron that’s just what she was. His goddess, and he wanted to draw her divine female form.



Less then an hour later, Ron approached. “You’re finished?”



“I had been drawing you for about forty minutes already.” He said and turned the sketch to her eyes.



Pansy didn’t know what to say. “Do I look like that?”



“That’s how I see you. You’re beautiful.” He said.



She took the sketchbook and looked at her image. She always thought she was too fat but Ron made her look curvy and sexy. “This is how you see me?” She asked with a blush.



“Well, maybe what we shared had something to do with that.” He told her. “Women who are content and satisfied have a certain glow about them.” He slid into the bed beside her. Pansy cuddled under his arm and flipped through Ron’s sketches.



He had everything from landscapes to portraits to house mates flying on brooms. “Ron, these are wonderful.” She told him, astonished at his talent.



“Yeah. You’re not upset at this ‘ridiculous waste of time’?” He asked.



“Waste of time? A talent like this is not a waste of time.” A thought struck her. “Let me guess, Lavender?” His grin widened. “Forget her, she’s not your problem anymore, let her find a nice hairdresser in France.” Ron burst out laughing.



They dressed and had a light lunch, after playing billiards in the game room. Their time together was a just reward after the events that had taken place. The drama with Lavender and the encounter with Blaise had taken a toll on the couple and they had more then earned this little weekend interlude.



They walked back into the house after flying, depositing their brooms with Gabby. “I’m going to cook dinner for you.” Ron told him.



“You don’t need to do that.” She said. “I want to spend the time with you, not abandon you to the kitchen.” She was glad he hadn’t released her hand.



“You won’t. We will still be together.” He brought her with him and transfigured two crates from, the recent delivery into a small table and a chair. Seating Pansy down with a cup of tea Gabby had provided, Ron moved about the kitchen with ease.



With help from Gabby about the location of certain items, Ron kept talking with Pansy as he cooked. The smell of fresh meat and vegetable filled the air as they discussed their plans for the future. Pansy wanted very much to be a published author, Ron had dreams of being an artists, hopefully with his own gallery one day.



“If you write, I’ll draw your book covers.” He offered. She gladly accepted and smiled along with him. To be able to have that life with him after Hogwarts was something she hadn’t considered but it was a wonderful thought.



Ron was indeed a good cook. Pansy eagerly ate her beefsteak and vegetables complimenting him at nearly every bite.



“Alright, I understand you like it.” He laughed.



“It was just fabulous.” She said setting aside her fork and drinking her wine. “Thank you so much.”



“Your welcome.” She stared into his own wine goblet. “Pansy, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”



“What would that be?” She asked.



“I was wondering,” he said shifting his eyes to hers, “if there was anything in particular you have been wanting to try?”



“I don’t follow.” She looked confused.



“I mean in bed.” He told her.



“Oh, I see.’ She looked aside, wondering if she should tell him. “There is something I was interested in but never told anyone about.”



Ron leaned forward. “Are you going to share it with me?” Her look concerned him. “I will listen to anything you want and if you need something from, me I will try to give it. The worst I can say is no. Right?”



“True.” His patient look drew a confident surge from Pansy. “Well I was wondering if ….maybe……I mean if you’d be willing to let me……..”



“Let you what?” He asked.



She drew in a deep breathe. “If you’d let me tie you up.” She had spoken softly but Ron was listening for every word.



“Really.” He grinned. Her blush came on and she didn’t know what to say so she merely nodded. “I’d let you.”



“You would?” She looked up with wide eyes. “You let me do that?”



“Yes.” He said still smiling. “What did you want to do to me?” He asked.



“I really don’t know. To be honest just the thought of having complete control was the interesting factor.” She said.



“Alright.” He thought for a moment. “What would you use?”



“School ties, I have several because I lose them all the time.”



“Arms and legs or just arms?” He asked.



“Would you be alright with arms and legs?” She asked wondering how experimental Ron could be willing to get.



“Yes. I’m fine with that.” He told her as Gabby cleared away their dishes and goblets.



She smiled and as they left the kitchens to the loyal house elf, the couple went back upstairs. Ron kept his attention focused on Pansy. He walked over to the bed and stood beside it waiting.



She gave him a smile and went to her dresser drawer opening the top, pulling out four Slytherin house ties. Turning to face him so walked up to the bed. Stopping a few feet away she summoned every ounce of bravado she had. “You won’t need your clothes.’ She told him.



Ron didn’t waste any time. He loved this side of her, and hoped she let it out more. He obeyed her words and stripped out of his clothes. When he was naked he stood to his full height and waited. He watched her eyes take in his body and his erection before coming back up to his eyes.



She took out her wand and cleared the bed of everything with the exception of the fitted sheet. “Lay down.” She told Ron and smiled as he jumped to obey. He settled on his back and waited patiently as she fetched a pillow and slid it under his head.



Offering up each of his limbs, she secured his wrists to the posts then secured his ankles. Taking a moment before tying his last limb, she stroked the skin of his ankle and calf. Ron was forever in socks at least if not socks and shoes together. Having his skin encased in wool at all times made his skin smooth to the touch.



Leaning down she placed a kiss on the inside of his ankle, feeling the bone under her lips. Ron’s foot jumped slightly at the contact. He wasn’t used to being touched this way and it was surprisingly more intimate to him then a kiss on the cheek.



Taking in his reaction, she kissed again, higher this time, leading trail of light kisses to the inside of his kneecap. She ventured a look to his other ankle and saw the subtle straining against the tie.



Smiling to herself she secured the final limb to the post and stood back to admire her handiwork. The youngest son in a firmly Gryffindor family was now trapped on her bed by Slytherin colors.



Ron relaxed against the bonds. While he trusted her, the kiss on his ankle had shocked him and he wondered what she would now do to him since he was at her mercy. As she walked near his head she let her fingertips trail over his bare leg.



Ron felt the touch up to his eyelids. She stood near his face and looked down at him. Leaning over, she let the tips of her hair tickle his jaw as she gave him a light kiss.



“What is it?” She asked when the corner of his mouth raised.



“Your hair on my face.” He said.



“You didn’t like it?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.



“I love it.” He told her.



“Do you?” He nodded while he watched her climb over his body. Resting on her knees between his legs, she dropped her head and let her hair brush over his chest. She heard his breathing deepen as she caressed his chest and shoulders with her hair. Dropping lower, she shifted her head from side to side letting the raven locks sweep from side to side across his stomach.



Letting her grin take over she rose back over him. “Now I’ve never done this before,” she whispered against his lips as she mimicked his words, “so let me know if I do it wrong.”



At his widened eyes, she winked and slid back down his body, kissing her way down his torso. She slowed down when she got to his patch of ginger curls that nestled his cock. He was hard and upright brushing his neck and jaw as she dropped lower and lower.



She let his cock brush against her cheek, slide across her lips and brush the other cheek while she listened for his reactions. She liked what she heard, and continued to play in this manner until Ron began panting.



It’s now or never, she thought. Looking down she took his cock in and hand and slipped her open mouth over he head. She heard his loud groan and slid up and down. After a moment she remember to add some suction, light and easy nothing too strong.



To Ron, her attention was pure delight. He had never had anyone give him head before. Pansy was the first, and it gave Ron an extra thrill to know that they were each a first for each other when it came to this pleasure. The first to give and receive had been with each other.



His arms and legs pulled at the ties, his arching hips were held steady by her arms. She was, as she had intended in complete control. He was gasping and pulling at the binding, his fists closed over the silk that held his wrists.



Pansy slid up and let his cock hit his lower torso with a wet flop. Crawling up over his body, she straddled him, feeling his length along her pussy. She looked down at the pained expression on his face. She knew it had nothing to do with pain, and she was feeling the same way.



Reaching down she lifted his cock and guided him to her entrance. Watching his eyes roll back as she slid down on him was a boost to her self esteem. Gripping his shoulders she gave over to the sensations she was feeling as she found new ways to please herself with his body. She rolled her hips in wide circles, thrusting up and down, spread her knees, pulled them close, leaned down on him, sat up completely, anything and everything she could think of.



She glanced at his hands and saw his fingers and knuckles going white from pulling on the restraints. She thought about releasing him but decided not to free him until after she came. Then she would let him ride to his own orgasm.



Onward she pushed her body, finding a steady rhythm and staying with it as her body reached for it’s finish. Ron was struggling to free himself as Pansy rode him. He wouldn’t be able to cum if he didn’t have some for of control over his movements. He needed to be able to thrust with his hips, of hold her in his arms, something, or he would be forever within an inch from the rapture she was feeling.



Pansy had indeed achieved bliss as she came hard over him, crying out and squeezing down on him. Ron was grunting loudly at being denied, and Pansy couldn’t take it anymore. Arching her back, she reached behind her and pulled hard on the ties. With his legs free, Ron started thrusting upward. He thought that was all he needed until he felt his hands free. The silk ties were still wrapped around his wrists when he rose and wrapped his arms around her.



Pansy locked her legs around him as Ron flipped her on her back and began to plunge hard and deep. She howled with him as he neared his own climax. She clutched tighter as his body moved faster and faster, until eventually he thrust hard and deep, lifting her off the bed, two, three, then four times.



He tried to speak but he couldn’t. He just let his weight fall on her, and relaxed against the caress of her hands in his hair. She didn’t push him away, she didn’t ask him to move his weight. She held him, and he loved being held.



Ron woke a short time later, Pansy was still sleeping and had shifted on her side, spooned up next to him. He smiled down at her. She was amazing in every way and she was his. She was his without coercion. No need to perform for anyone, no need to hide feelings. She was his and his alone.



He pulled the ties away from his hands and tossed them aside. Taking the blanket he pulled it over both of them and cuddled behind her, returning to sleep.