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Three days later Pansy finally had the courage to take things in hand. It took some careful planning but she wasn’t as brave as Gryffindors, she needed more time. Ron had been talking to Hagrid about the care of some of Hogwarts thestrals, and Ron as usual invited him for tea while they went over some parchments.

“Pansy?” He said looking around the kitchen, noticing the tea setting on the table she had left for him, and the enlarged chair for the half-giant. “Maybe she’s in the bedroom. Have a seat Hagrid.” Together they sat down while Ron went over the potions Hagrid could use for various illnesses.

“Now the only thing about this one Hagrid is that it takes a while…….” Ron froze. What that a hand on his cock?

“A while ta what Ron?” Hagrid asked.

“A while to brew, Professor Snape will need a few days at least,” he handed the parchment over to Hagrid, “but it does have a long shelf life. Having some handy will last about a year.” That was definitely a hand on his cock, rubbing him through his jeans.

Hagrid reached for another parchment and sent some of them to the floor by his feet. As he leaned down and picked up the parchments Ron took advantage of the distraction and lifted the tablecloth.

His eyes flew open as he saw his wife under the table. “What are you doing?” He mouthed to her, glancing to make sure Hagrid was still gathering parchments.

She gave him a wink and pulled the tablecloth back in place. Hagrid began asking questions about the thestrals that were expecting and Ron fought hard to maintain his control.

Pansy used her wand to slit his jeans along the seams and exposed his cock and sac. Ron felt the sweat building and tried to hold it in but there was no way he was going to stop this.

He prayed to Merlin that he was giving Hagrid the right information. Pansy took him in hand and he nearly lost it, letting out a muffled grown. “What was that Ron?” Hagrid asked.

Ron coughed loudly. “Nothing, nothing at all. Now here let me show you these potions.”

Ron went through the motions, trying to keep in control but he was finding it difficult to think with Pansy’s mouth sliding up and down his cock. She was being slow and methodical, letting her tongue explore as taste. He felt her along every inch of his cock and nearly lost it when she ran the tip of her tongue along the vein that stood out prominently on one side.

“Thank you so much Ron, I’ll see Professor Snape about getting me these for the thestrals. And if you can make it out to see the mother-to-be I’d appreciate it.”

“No problem Hagrid I’ll owl you soon.” He was losing the battle and he knew it. “Can you find your way out?”

“Oh yes, see you soon then.” The moment the giant was out and the door closed he pushed back his chair and reached under the table. Grabbing Pansy, he hauled her up to her feet.

“Now Ron, you said you wouldn’t be mad if I…..” She shrieked as his arm cleared the table, sending tea cups crashing to the floor. He threw her up on the table, yanked off her knickers, hiked up her skirt and crawled up over her. “Ron, wouldn’t you be more comfort…”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He yelled and taking his cock in his hand shoved himself inside her. “Do you have any idea what you did to me?” He said thrusting hard and deep. He took her hands and pinned them above her head, growling in her ear.

“Well Ron, did it give you an erection?!” She cried wrapping her legs around him. She thrust upward taking him deeper. The table was hell on her back but she didn’t care.

“Yes, it did!” He thrust hard, driving her hard into the table. “I had to fight my hardest to keep control!” He buried his face in her neck and gnawed on her.

“You said you wouldn’t be mad!!” She yelled with a smile, titling her neck to give him more skin.

“I’m not mad!” He said fucking her harder and harder. “Do I look mad to you!”

“No!” She screamed and came hard. He followed her a second later and added his own fluids to hers.

They heaved on the table, now sweat soaked and exhausted, unable to talk or even move. Pansy let out a tired giggle. “So was that what you meant by being the aggressor?”

Ron managed to lift his head and kissed her. “I think, love, I have fallen in love with you all over again.” Pansy laughed right along with him.

Ron helped his wife off the table and used a cleaning spell on it. “Do you think a cleaning spell is going to be enough?” She asked with a frown. Ron gave her a confused look.

“It’s not?” He asked.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “No Ron it’s not, we just fucked on it.” She flicked her wand and a bucket and washrag flew to the sink, filling up with hot soapy water.

“So?” Ron countered.

She faced him with her hands on her hips. “Ron do you honestly want to be sitting here with Harry at a meal and have to think about an answer to his ‘what’s that smell’ question?”

“I’d have an answer to that question.” He said smiling.

“You’d answer him honestly.” She said without missing a beat.

“I plan on bragging to him tonight.” Ron said giving her a grin and walking out of the kitchen.

Pansy shook her head and then watched the bucket and rag do its work.

A few hours later she came out of the bedroom and found Ron and Harry sitting at the table talking and having a glass of wine. “Hey love.” Ron said with the biggest grin in England.

“Hello Pansy.” Harry said, smiling at her.

“Having a good day then Harry?” She asked leaning over on the table and smiling sweetly.

“Yes brilliant. May I compliment your table on its cleanliness.” He told her. Ron was sitting in his own chair, bright red as he held in his laughter.

“Yes it is. Every nook, cranny and crevice scrubbed to a deep, deep clean.” She said. Ron was holding his stomach, to the amusement of his wife and best friend. “Are you staying for dinner Harry?” She asked moving to the pantry.

“If it’s not too much trouble.” He said.

After dinner, as she aimed her wand at the dishes and Ron walked Harry out, Pansy thought about her talk with Ginny. She had been right. Ron wasn’t cheating, he just didn’t know how to talk to her about his dreams. She smiled to herself and she flicked her wand sending dried and cleaned dished to their shelves.

Ron entered a moment later. “You just had to tell him didn’t you?” She said smirking at him.

“Just like after our first time.” He said returning her smirk and leaning against the counter.

“You told him after our first time?” She asked.

“Among other people.” He said still smirking.

“How many did you tell?” She asked.

“Pansy, I get a beautiful girl to get starkers and have sex with me and you expect me to keep that a secret?”

Pansy laughed. “So who did you tell?”

“Harry, Neville, Fred, George, Luna, Hermione and Ginny.” He rattled off.

“Anyone else?” She said throwing up her hands.

“No, not right away.” He said laughing.

She shook her head and together they finished cleaning up the kitchen then moved to the bedroom to change. She came out of the bathroom and saw Ron rifling through the top drawer. He only had on his lounge pants and was looking for the shirt he always slept in.

Pansy walked over and looked at him, from shoulder to ankle and back again. Ron turned around and watched her with a lifted eyebrow.

She circled him as he watched her, ogling his body. Ron turned and faced her, not saying a thing. She was circling him again, not looking at his face, just his chest and hips. He thought about asking her what she was doing, but then again, if he did she would stop and he surprisingly liked it.

She looked up to his eyes again and watched his smirk with a grin of her own, he was liking this, she could see it. Maybe she should have gawked at her husband a long time ago.

Turning from him she presented her back and smiled to herself. With a look over her shoulder she leaned forward over the bed, stretching her arms out, and arching her ass. She wore this nightgown because it was short and when she raised her arms, it slid up. Ron was given an enticing view and a very nice offer.

“Ah fuck Pansy.” He grunted and moved to come up behind her, shoving his lunge pants down and mounting her from behind. He slid in easily and groaned at her wetness, knowing she had aroused herself by looking at him for as long as she needed.

She was pushing backward, urging him onward. He moved faster and faster, driving into his wife who leaned further down, giving him a deeper angle. After some time he felt the build up and unleashed inside her.

He had barely pulled out and reached to caress her back when she brushed his hand away. “No don’t, I’m done with you for now.” Ron stared with a slack jaw as she crawled over to her side without looking at him and slid under the covers.

“Pansy, did you just treat me like a slab of meat to pleasure you at will regardless of whether or not I was in the mood?” He asked.

“Yes, I did.” She said getting comfortable.

Ron took in a deep cleansing breathe. “Merlin woman, I love you.” He climbed into bed without putting on his bottoms. “Come here you.” She giggled with him as together they spooned and went to sleep.

The End

a/n: just a quick one based on an episode of Roseanne, I dont make any money form either of them, what do you think?
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