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You Never Know	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron was dressed impeccably in sold black dress robes, with no hint of another color. His flaming ginger hair was highlighted as the only accent. He knocked on Pansy’s door and waited. In less than a moment she answered and Ron’s breathe was driven away.

She was pure elegance in a shiny white dress with thin straps. The beaded creation stopped at her knees and clung to her upper body and hips, letting a slight flare flow about as she walked. She wore light makeup, just enough for the night, and strappy white heels. The only jewelry she wore were diamond studs in her ears and a very thin silver necklace.

“You look wonderful.” He said smiling at her.

“Thank you.” She stepped aside and let him enter. “You look pretty good yourself.”

He handed her a bouquet of white carnations. “These are for you. There’s one in there that’s charmed if you want to wear it.” He offered, although on that dress, he didn’t see where she could wear it.

Pansy smiled and took the flower, fastening it to her purse. It made the perfect decoration. “Nice.” He commented.

“Here, you need one.” She took another and used her wand to cut it to the right length, then slipped it into his button hole and added a charm to keep it in place.

“Thank you.” He said, taking a moment to inhale her perfume.

“You’re welcome.” She was taking a moment to inhale his cologne. After a moment of awkward silence Ron offered an arm. Pansy took it and together they apparated away.

The event was held in a grand theater hall, with a band covering the stage and filling the room with music. Pansy and Ron fit right in among the various dress robes. Perhaps Ron was a bit prejudiced because she was his date, but he thought Pansy was the best dressed woman in attendance. Her simple elegance and dignity reigned in a room of over abundance and full gowns.

He enjoyed seeing the bare skin of her arms and legs, and her smile enchanted everyone she met. His colleagues and various partners were spellbound. She was graceful and stately and everyone saw it. To women she was welcoming and engaging. To men she was respectful, charming and non-imposing. She was an asset to Ron this night and she didn’t even know it.

While many in attendance had known his former wife, Ron had personal knowledge that at least four of them had known her carnally. He managed to keep his emotions in check, and the only evidence of his knowledge of such encounters was his refusal to work with such men. Having Pansy on his arm, portrayed to these men and those uninvolved that Ron was in firm control of himself in all ways.

He led Pansy to a table where several other members of the design department were seated. Pansy was able to mingle with ease with several people and Ron was able to carry on conversations knowing she was still sitting next to him.

The band sank into a romantic song and the dance floor filled up. “Would you like to dance?” Ron asked, leaning close.

“Yes.” Pansy took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor. She slipped into his embrace and gently swayed with him to the music.

Ron was immediately affected by her. Her body was delicate in his arms and he felt an urge to hold her close. He felt desire flood his body and heat began to surface. He wondered for a moment how she would feel naked in his arms, crying out in pleasure. His own wife didn’t cry out, didn’t encourage him. Would Pansy be the same? No. The way she was holding him now was an indication.

Pansy’s hold on his shoulder was a caress he felt through his robes. Her hand gripped his, feeling his skin as they danced. Ron felt his cock swell to a hard erection, which suddenly brushed against Pansy’s thigh. She looked up at him, but her expression was hard to read.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered to her.

“That’s for me,” she asked shyly, lowering her eyes, “or because it’s been awhile?”

“It’s for you trust me.” He said, and angled his body so his cock wasn’t digging into her. “I can’t control it though.”

“I know.” She said, relaxing her body against his. “Do you want to stop dancing?”

“No.” His answer was immediate. Pansy smiled to herself and rested her cheek on his chest. Ron dropped his head down feeling her silky black hair with his jaw and lips. She fit perfectly with him and he thought about what they had just said. She didn’t mind his erection and was even glad that she had given him one. He pulled their hands to his chest and held her palm against his body. Her small hand fit under his and snugly stayed in place feeling his heart through his robes.

All too soon for Ron the dance ended and he walked Pansy back to their table. He shifted in his seat for a moment, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by Pansy. The conversation drifted to the brooms being designed with quidditch in mind. Ron mentioned his own design would be finished soon. He worked on it with speed in mind as well as agility to be used by all playing positions.

Pansy listened in but only followed so much of the talk. She enjoyed the game but the construction of brooms was beyond her comprehension. She was content to sit at his side supportively. Ron held the talk in dominance and everyone expressed desire for the new broom. It was obvious that it would make Ron a great deal of money.

Ron was approached by several women and asked to dance, but he refused them all. Pansy likewise refused dances. It was more nerves on her part, as she was uncomfortable with strange men. Ron’s reluctance had more to do with respect for the date he had brought. It was a lesson he had learned at Hogwarts when Padma Patil read him the riot act after the Yule Ball.

Her giant grin at him over dinner stocked his curiosity. “What’s that smile for?” He asked sipping wine.

“I’ve never been treated like this before.” She said. “You don’t want to dance with anyone?”

“No. I came with you.” He said reaching out and taking her hand. “Does it bother you?”

“No, I like it.” She said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Being the center of attention is nice.”

He smiled at her happiness and when the desert tray came by, he let her select what she wanted and he reached out to get her a small bowl of strawberry pie. He took his own desert and they enjoyed it together, each tasting the others.

Ron was aware of his colleagues around him smiling at his behavior with his date. They were aware of his divorce and the reasons behind it. To see him enjoying himself with a lovely lady who focused on him rather than those around him was just lovely.

By the end of the evening Pansy was riding the euphoria from the event. Ron walked her home and waited as she unwarded her home. She faced him and smiled. “Thank you for inviting me Ron, it was a wonderful evening.”

“Thank you for going with me.” He said. He looked down at her and held himself in check.

“Are you going to kiss me goodnight?” She asked in a quiet voice.

“I would like that. If you don’t mind?” He said taking a step forward.

“Not at all, I would like it as well.” She said and looked up at him.

Ron dipped his head and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips were soft and welcoming. Ron slipped his body around her waist and pulled her closer to him, as his lips parted and he plunged his tongue into her mouth.

He thought he may have gone too far but Pansy lifted her arms around his shoulders and returned his kiss with a caress of her tongue against his. She gave in to his masterful movements, both jaw opening and closing as they tasted each other.

She was sweet and so delicious that Ron took everything she gave. Pulling her body against him in a hard embrace, he pressed his now painful erection into her, showing his body’s lusting. Pansy’s kiss became more and more aggressive. She pulled on his shoulders tightly and arched her back, pushing her breasts into his chest.

She felt her own being asking for something. She wanted Ron, she wanted him desperately, but she didn’t ask. She poured her desire and carnal need into her kiss. They were frantic now, nearly swallowing the other whole, their mouths opening wide and their tongues fighting a duel for dominance.

Ron forced himself to pull his mouth from hers, and look at her. What he saw flamed him lust even more. Her lips were swollen from the kiss and still parted. Her face was slightly flushed, her cheeks blushed a light pink. Her eyes were blinking up at him in an innocent question.

“You should go inside.” He said in a husky voice.

“Why?” She asked, not wanting to let go just yet.

“Because I may not be able to control myself if we go one.” He admitted and forced his arms to release her.

“Alright.” She stepped into her house. “Thank you again.” She said before shutting the door. When she was inside she dropped onto her couch and hugged her body while she let her eyes drift shut, remembering the feeling of Ron’s body holding hers.

Ron hurried home and ran to his room. When the door was shut it was a clue to his house elf that he didn’t want to be disturbed. Ron tore his clothes off his body and fell on his bed. Taking his erection in hand he wanked off with a violence he had never used on himself. His body was strained enough as it was, but having Pansy in his arms was a temptation he found challenging.

Grunting out he fisted himself harder and harder, feeling his forearm cramp up as he felt his sac tense up. Before his body lost all strength, his orgasm crashed upon him and he came in large squirts that shot up high and came dropping back onto his torso. His chest and stomach caught the drops that fell back down to earth, but Ron didn’t care about it. His arms fell to his sides as he heaved for air. He eventually fell asleep, naked, on top of the covers and covered in his own cum.
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