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Working Girl	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pansy let the parchment fall. She and Ron were sitting at the table, having dinner. It was so nice to have a decent meal, instead of pulling it out of a bag.

The parchment fell on the table. She didn’t know what to say.

“Maybe I should have let Hermione word it?” He said.

“No Ron it was…..your words mean more. I just don’t know what you want from me, I don’t know what you expect.” She said.

“I expect you to just be you.” He said with sincerity.

She smiled at him thinking how wonderful he was. “Ron, I feel strongly for you, and I’m grateful and appreciative of everything you offered me. I care about you very much. I hope for now, you will take that to value.”

He reached for her hand and gave her his little boy smile. “Anything you give me, I value.”

One month later:

Hermione had advertised for an all telling memoir in several bookstores. The release date was given ahead of time and she had heard from several shop owners that books had been prepaid for and on reserve. The day the book came out Flourish and Blotts had to set up a separate counter for pre orders.

Pansy couldn’t believe it. “How could a simple book cause that much of a frenzy?” She asked Hermione in the stockroom of Flourish and Blotts. They had requested a book signing in their store, which both ladies were overjoyed to agree to.

“Because Pansy, you aren’t afraid to say it’s your story. You used your own name and not an alias or anonymous. People know it’s real and that is the selling factor.”

Pansy signed countless books, and the success was more than she ever dreamed. Helen herself was there and she spoke with several reporters. Hermione had given her a heads up that they might write about her in a bad light. Helen merely laughed.

“Good light, bad light. Light can be adjusted. At least you are seen when you’re in any light at all.” Hermione had to laugh at the woman. She was an opportunist that would have made Slytherin himself proud.

Ron and Harry now had a new source for information. Helen told them what she could. The Ministry of Magic was doubtful about her, but Ron and Harry continued to speak with her, and she continued to have some form of information every time.

Douglas Singleton was indeed given the dementor’s kiss, after the atrium revealed the remains of a girl. The Ministry would not release her identity to the public, saying that her memory would be honored even if her life was not. Pansy had a feeling the Ministry couldn’t identify her and Harry and Ron had gotten no answers when they tried to follow up.

With Silverton convicted, his wife would retain all the properties and accounts. She was going to have a long rehabilitation, but she said she had never felt better in her whole life. She had agreed to go through Vadstill again when she recovered and see if there was anything the Ministry had missed.

As Pansy signed book after book the people eventually started giving her little comments. Glad that she was starting a new life. Thanking her for not giving up and giving in. One woman even cried as she told how the stories of the girls touched her heart.

Several people asked Ron to sign the book as well, but he said he shouldn’t because he didn’t write it. Pansy smiled up at him from her seat. “Just sign the introduction page Ron.”

He couldn’t refuse her and signed only on that page. Flashes went off a few times as Ron and Pansy smiled. Pansy never thought her story would make this much of an impact. She was overjoyed at how many people were moved to tears by her words.

Pansy herself cried when a woman came forward clutching her book to her chest. “Would you like me to sign it?” She asked the woman.

The woman just let her tears fall and reached out a hand. Pansy didn’t know what to do so she took her hand and squeezed. “Thank you.” She said through her tears.

Pansy just smiled at the woman. She had received so many ‘thank yous’ this afternoon, that now she just accepted them politely. Then the woman leaned down and whispered only for Pansy to hear. “Now I know where to find my Jessica.” Pansy smiled, and blinked back tears thinking of the girl who’d long ago ran away from home when her mother got drunk and called her worthless. Maybe she would be going home soon.

She turned and rested her head on Ron’s shoulder, letting her tears take over for a moment. The buyers in line were patient and understanding as she took the time to compose herself, then continued.

That evening as Ron and Pansy sat in bed, naked as usual, they talked. “I’m proud of you.” He told her.

“Thank you.” She said kissing him. “I have something for you.” She leaned over his body and pulled a copy of her book out of a drawer. “I want to read you something.” She sat in front of him, and fluffed the pillows behind his head. “Comfortable?” She asked.

“Oh yes.” He said, secretly excited at the idea of naked reading.

“This is the last page. I thought I would read it to you myself.” She told him, opening to the back pages.

“I had never expected to find a hero to come and whisk me away and keep me safe and secure. I had set my mind to the idea of making sure I took care of myself. Ron was the first client I had ever kissed on the mouth. He was the first client I had ever wanted to kiss on the mouth. I had wanted Ron to become something more, but a woman in my situation learns not to get her hopes up. She learns to depend on herself and accept when good things happen spontaneously.

Ron was the first man I let spend the night with me. He was the first man I believed. In a world where promises are part of fantasy, I took Ron’s words to heart. I wanted so much to think that this man would view my profession for what it was. A profession and nothing more. It didn’t matter to Ron what I had to do. Regardless of my career, he treated me like a lady or quality. It is a feeling I will treasure.

So, where am I now? I’m living with Ron, enjoying my time with him. Ron is a gift from the Gods and I thank them daily for delivering him to me. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.”

Ron stared at her. He had planned to read the book when he had a lighter work load. He had no idea she thought of him like that. It made his heart race.

“Thank you.” He said, barely managing to get the words out.

“There’s one more thing.” She straddled his lap and handed him the book. “I signed it for you.” Ron opened to the front and found her handwriting.

‘Ron,’ It read, ‘you have no idea of how happy I have become living with you. I hope you enjoy this, I wrote it because you encouraged me. You give me something that no one else has been able to give me. Something that no man has ever wanted to give me. You love me Ron, and that means more to me that anything I could ever ask for. You are a joy to me and I love you for it. I love you Ron, I can say it now without fear of uncertainty. I love you Ron.

Pansy’

Ron tossed the book aside and wrapped his arms around her. “Tell me.” He said attacking her neck.

“I love you Ron.” She shouted and mounted him. “I love you I love you I love you I love you……” She chanted as she rode him. She dropped her head and kissed him roughly. He returned it and soon both their lips were swollen and they each had been bitten.

Ron rolled them over and starting driving his body into Pansy’s. He couldn’t get deep enough. He tried to control himself, but his emotions were ruling him. He couldn’t see, his vision was going blurry.

Pansy watched his face and her heart pounded as she saw tears fall from Ron’s face. They came pouring down. She felt them splash her face and drop on her neck, but she let them fall, refusing to wipe them away. Ron’s mouth crashed on hers and as they kissed, the saltiness of his tears joined them.

Ron reached between their bodies and fingered her clit. She arched into him thrusting her hips into his. Their bodies were driven by lust. They were sweating and heaving. Ron rode her body hard but she loved it. She was clutching his body, absorbing the sweat and tears.

Ron dove in for a kiss and Pansy screamed into his mouth as she came hard. He wasn’t far behind, he yelled out loudly as he too let loose. His voice echoed in their room.

As he relaxed on her body, he continued to cry over her. Their fast heated love session purged the ache in his body but his emotions were still running in every direction.

He raised his head and held her face in his hands, kissing her gently. “Tell me.” He whispered against her lips.

“I love you Ron.”
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