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Why Not Ron	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 8347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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By 6 o’clock, they dressed and ventured downstairs, each in jeans and jumpers. They settled themselves into a booth, Ron on the outside, Pansy with one hand on his thigh and the other in his hand. A young wizard took their orders and brought them drinks.

“Do you want to go anywhere while we’re here?” He asked.

“I hadn’t intended to, I just wanted to spend my time with you. Did you need to go somewhere?”

“I was thinking about the Quidditch supply.”

“Alright.” She said, not surprised. It was his favorite pastime, especially since he had received his new broom.

“Ron. Pansy.” They both looked up to see Harry. “And you told your mother you were spending a few days with a friend.” Harry was teasing them both. Ron told her that he only let him and Hermione know where he was actually going.

“I am.” Harry cracked a grin at Ron’s answer.

“Hey, will you smile like that when your mother walks in here?” Ron’s face went white.

“My mothers here?” Ron whispered.

“Her and Hermione had some last minute shopping to do, and then decided ‘Let’s have supper while we’re here’. I hurried ahead to make sure you weren’t down here. You owe me mate.” He said with a grin.

“Shit!” He cursed under his breath.

“Ron, why don’t you head upstairs, I’ll have them pack it for take away and bring it up?” She had barely gotten the words out when the chimes of the door went off. Harry stood in front of Ron and right before her eyes, Ron vanished. Draco had told her about Harry’s invisibility cloak but she had never seen it. It truly was a wonder. She felt a hand on her thigh and looked down to find Ron’s hand giving her a squeeze. His other hand appeared and held out some galleons to her. She took them and watched his hand disappear.

As the waiter appeared with two plates he looked in confusion as Pansy now sat alone.

“My friend had to leave, can you pack those for take away please. I’m so sorry.” He gave her a smile.

“It’s not a problem. I won’t be a moment.” His confusion quickly vanished and he turned back to the kitchens to pack up their order.

“Pansy.” She felt Ron slid out of the booth as Hermione hurried over. Pansy noticed out of the corner of her eye she saw Harry mumble something off to the side and knew where Ron was now standing.

She got up and gave Hermione a hug, “Ron’s here, next to Harry.” Pansy whispered while they hugged. Hermione nodded, knowing he must be under the cloak. Both Hermione and Ron were aware of Ron’s alibi.

“Harry? Hermione? Did you find a table?” A rounded redhead appeared out of nowhere. This could be none other than Ron’s mother. She felt a hand on the small of her back. Pansy felt better knowing Ron was close by.

“You can use this one.” She said with a smile.

“Oh thank you dear, that’s nice of you.” Mrs. Weasley had a warm welcoming face. Pansy extended a hand.

“I’m Pansy Parkinson.” Mrs. Weasley’s maternal smile was replaced by a stoic expression.

“Oh yes.” Was all she said. Hermione and Harry were openly staring at her. Mrs. Weasley’s reaction to Pansy was obviously a surprise to them.

Pansy didn’t know what to do. She settled for dropping her hand and her eyes. She felt Ron’s hand rubbing her back lightly. Pansy thanked every deity she knew when the waiter appeared. She gave him the galleons telling him to keep the change. She felt Ron tug on her slightly.

“I’ll see you at school them. Happy Christmas.” She gave Harry and Hermione a hug. “Happy Christmas Mrs. Weasley.” She didn’t want to leave without saying something. It would have given her something else to complain about and Pansy had already made a bad impression, even if she didn’t know what it was.

Mrs. Weasley only nodded at her expressionless. She took the order and hurried up the stairs.

“Mrs. Weasley…” Harry began only to be cut off.

“What a harlot.” She threw out watching the stairs.

“What!?” Hermione was shocked at her open hostility.

“She’s supposed to be dating my son and she’s at the Three Broomsticks. Everyone knows you meet lovers here. Especially someone with her money.” Mrs. Weasley threw herself into the booth after Harry. Hermione had gone to the loo but he knew she needed a moment to compose herself. She knew what Mrs. Weasley was like. During fourth year the papers made a big deal out of him and her and she felt her son was neglected, Hermione had felt the brunt of her bias and now Pansy was feeling it.

Pansy set the food on the table then burst out into tears. She felt Ron wrap his arms around her. Turning, she buried herself in his arms.

“I don’t know what I did wrong,” she cried, “I’m sorry I made a mess of it I don’t know how but I did.”

“Sshh sshh love, you didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t know why mum reacted that way, Harry and Hermione will find out and let me know, then I’ll straighten it all out. Don’t cry love.” He held her tightly. “Please don’t cry.”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Pansy looked around the room panicking. Had Ron’s mother followed her up here. They both carefully walked to the door trying to decide who should answer.

“Mr. Weasley?” They recognized Madam Rosemerta’s voice. Ron let her in. She gave Pansy a sympathetic grin and took in the girls red nose and eyes.

“Your mother tried to find out who booked this room.” Ron rolled his eyes. “I, of course told her nothing.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” Ron told her.

“Think nothing of it.” She offered to send a house elf up with drinks for their meal. After she left Ron took Pansy in his arms again. “Now love. I’ll deal with mum, for now lets’ enjoy our meal shall we.”

Having a quiet meal with Ron did little to soothe her fears but it did make her feel a little better. Sometime later she felt more confident that Ron would take care of it when he returned home.

Tap tap tap

They glanced at the window, where a familiar snowy white owl was perched on the sill.

“Harry’s owl.” Ron confirmed. Pansy’s face went white. He gave her hand a squeeze then wiped his mouth and let the owl in. Hedwig flew to the table and offered Ron his leg. Pansy fed the owl while Ron opened the parchment.

After a moment, Ron tucked it away in his back pocket, then continued eating. Pansy glared at him.

“It’s nothing to worry about.” He looked back at his plate.

The glare continued.

“Really Pansy, it’s nothing. I’ll handle it.” He again tried eating.

The glare continued.

“Look, I said I’d handle it. It’s nothing. Now stop it.” He took another bite but was fast losing his appetite. The glare continued. He couldn’t take it anymore. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the parchments tossing them on the table.

This can only end badly, he thought as she calmly read what he knew was Harry’s letter.

Ron,

Hermione and I tried to calm her down, but you know her temper. Hermione defended Pansy as best she could, but I doubt it did any good.

Your mother however, practically ordered me to have Hedwig deliver this.

We are both back at the Burrow now and I will continue to try and calm her down, but a response might work better.

Harry

Pansy set the letter aside and began the next one. Here we go, Ron thought, mentally preparing a long comforting session.

My Ronnie,

It hurts me as a mother to tell you this, but we found that girl your involved with at The Three Broomsticks. It is notorious for all sorts nefarious liaisons. One can only conclude that she was meeting a man.

The harlot tried to convince Hermione that she was visiting a cousin. Only an idiot would think that excuse believable.

You would be wise to end your ‘relationship’ with her immediately.

I’m so sorry you had to find out this way, but better you knew before you became too attached.

Have a good time with your friends. We’ll see you tomorrow night.

Love, Mother

As she set the letter down, Ron watched her intently. Her face remained stoic.

“Harry said you should send a reply.” She said. Ron gave her hand a squeeze. He took his mother’s letter and scrawled a quick note on the bottom.

‘Mother, we will talk when I get home. Ron’

Giving it to Hedwig, he let the owl out the window and into the night.

Pansy went and sat on the enlarged chair in front of the fireplace, unsure of what to do. She had made a horrible first impression on Ron’s mother and now she had no clue as to how to proceed.

Ron came and sat beside her. He didn’t like seeing her hurting, all because his mother had jumped to conclusions. He could of course tell his mother the truth, but he didn’t know if he wanted to. First off it was none of her business, and secondly, it would probably make Pansy look even worse to her. He had some thinking to do before he spoke to his mother, and he certainly wasn’t going to tell her anything in an owl.

“Pansy, look at me.” When she turned her gaze he continued, “Pansy, you mean the world to me. I will handle my mother, and you won’t have to worry about her. Trust me. I’m not asking you to love me, that’s for you to decide, but I’m begging you now to trust me.” Pansy hadn’t moved her eyes an inch. She felt like crying, but held it in.

“Alright Ron. I won’t say anything more on it.” She gave him, a smile. He returned it and leaned in for a kiss. Pansy wondered how she’d managed to snare a man like Ron.

She leaned in relaxing into his body. He was secure and strong and in a few words he made her feel sure of herself again. She closed her eyes and envisioned a future with him.

She pictured dinners together, walks, maybe a family later, picnics, flying on booms together, making a home.

“Ron?” she asked, keeping her eyes closed.

“Yes?” He said wrapping his arms around her and lacing his fingers together on her shoulder.

“After Hogwarts, what will you do?”

“I’m already employed with the same broom company that makes Nimbus’.” He told her. She opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Really?”

“Yes. I turned 17 in September and owled them with a few suggestions to upgrade their models. They signed me right away and I owl them designs. They deposit pay into a Gringotts account. When I graduate I’ll be a full fledged designer with an office and everything. I’ve already been there twice.” Pansy smiled.

“Wow. That’s how you got the money for the room.” she said. He kissed her forehead. “Do they pay you well?”

“By the time I graduate, I’ll have earned more than enough for my own home. I have enough for a flat now, but I want a house. The more I send them, the more I get paid. I also get residuals from designs I‘ve sent in already.” She was intrigued. “I even dropped two classes, since I don’t need Divination or Muggle Studies, and I use the time to work.”

“Where will you live?”

“I was thinking Scotland. I like Scotland. I’ll find a nice home at the edge of a forest. Somewhere by a lake or sea, I know that. Plenty of air space to test designs.”

“Ron, that sounds wonderful.” Then she watched his face take on a serious visage.

“I want you to come with me.” he said. She was floored. She didn’t know what to say. He saw her panic and try to get up, but he held her close. “Pansy please listen…..”

She wrestled her way out of his arms and began pacing back and forth.. “Ron…..it’s been just a few months…..I mean….” He was standing watching her try to piece words together.

“Pansy, I don’t mean now. It’s a while yet before we finish with Hogwarts and in that time, maybe you’ll come to think of it as a good idea. I love you, Pansy. I want a life with you. If you’re not ready for that then I’ll wait until you are, as long as you want. I want to marry you Pansy. I want you to be my wife.” She had her back to him during his speech, so he was unaware of how it affected her. He was shocked when she spun around and had tears falling down her cheeks. He didn’t know what to do so he held out his arms.

She took only a single step forward, trying to control her breathing. “You want to marry me?”

“Yes, I do.” He held out his arms again, and she launched herself into them. She held him tightly, so afraid this dream would stop. Ron felt her shaking as she cried. He wasn’t good with crying so he just kept his arms around her.

After a moment she raised her head and kissed him with every passion she felt. Ron was thrown a bit but needed only a second to recover. He returned her kiss, feeding her need with his own.

Pansy pulled and yanked at his clothing. Breaking their kiss only when necessary, they stripped each other until they were naked. Ron picked her up and took her back to the chair. She fell on her back, opening her legs for him. He fell into place and sheathed himself in one thrust.

Their lovemaking was frantic. They clutched against each other, skin slapping skin, sweat covering both their bodies, Pansy clutched to him tightly. She was so close it hurt.

Ron knew her body already. He reached down between them and found her clit, flicking it wildly. She started thrusting her hips wildly.

“Will you marry me Pansy?” He cried, looking down at her, rolling his body over hers. She was pushing against him toward her release.

“Yes, Ron, I will.” Ron felt his soul fly. He moved faster, fucking her hard, until he felt the familiar clenching down on his cock.

“Tell me Pansy!” He moved faster and faster and harder, driving into her. “I need to hear it!” Her legs gripped his waist hard and she thrust back against him. Her cunt squeezed down on him hard, and she threw her head back.

“I LOVE YOU RON!!!!” Ron had been watching her the whole time. He loved the look on her face when she came. He noticed the tears in her eyes as the power of her orgasm and the passion of her heart collided.

Ron let his body take over and spilled inside her as they each rode out their orgasms. As they came back down to the land of the living, both of their tears mixed together. Neither one wiped them away.
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