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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 stayed resting on the bed as Harry and Ron got up. Ron threw his jeans back on and dug into his cloak. He didn’t put on his shoes or his shirt. He was staying, she smiled into her pillow.

Harry dressed quickly and stood next to Ron, pulling out a pouch from his pocket, he tossed it to his friend. Harry walked over to Pansy and leaned down.

“Thank you.” He said gently and kissed her cheek. “You’re remarkable.” She gave him a smile before he stepped into the floo, leaving Ron and Pansy alone.

“Are you going to stay?” She asked.

“You’d let me stay again?“ He asked grinning.

“Yes, I kept the whole night free in case you wanted to spend the night.” She said sitting up. He tossed his cloak back on the chair and walked back.

“I’d love to sleep next to you again.” He said leaning in and kissing her. She returned his kiss and smiled at him.

“Would you like dinner?” She asked. He nodded and watched her get up. She pulled on her dressing gown and summoned a house elf. When the elf disappeared she turned to Ron. “Should I get the table or do you want to eat in bed?”

“Lets get back in bed.” He said. He pulled the covers back and took his jeans off again, climbing back in. She dropped the gown and settled in beside Ron to wait.

“Thank you for doing that for us.” Ron said, wrapping an arm around her. She turned a little, so she could face him easier.

“Have you guys done that before?” She asked.

“No. We haven’t been able to find a girl who we thought about asking. The girls we’ve dated before really wouldn’t be keen in the thought of both of us.” He said.

“Do you two ever fuck each other.” She asked.

“No, it’s never come up, we’d rather fuck a woman, but we’re fine with the contact.”

“I can see that.” She teased. He laughed at her raising her eyebrows rapidly and leaned in for a kiss. A house elf popped in with a tray. Pansy levitated it over them and watched as it widened to stretch over their laps, settling over them.

Ron’s notorious appetite came into play as he wolfed his food down. Pansy watched him devour his plate. It took a lot of food to keep that body functioning.

“Have you thought anymore about writing.” He asked, as they ate the strawberries provided for dessert.

“I started already.” She admitted, laughing at his little boy smile.

“You did?” He said.

“Yes, I began this afternoon. I have several parchments in my desk. It seems to write itself actually. I was surprised at how easy it came to me.” She said.

“Are you thinking of publishing it when it’s done?” He really wanted to see her do something with it.

“Why do you keep saying that?” She asked with a laugh. “It’s not that big of a deal.” She saw his face drop. “Ron what’s the matter.”

“I’d like to see you succeed at that.” He told her still looking away.

“Why is it so important to you?” She asked in a quiet voice.

“I’d like to see you do something other than this,” he looked at her, “your worth a lot more than just someone to pay. I remember that girl from Hogwarts and I’d like to see her do something with her life.” She was touched by his words. He was concerned for her.

“Where is that coming from Ron?” She asked, not sure he would understand.

“It has nothing to do with not wanting you to be with anyone else, hell I just shared you with Harry didn’t I?” She nodded. “I don’t like the idea of men seeing you as pussy and that’s all. You’re so much more than that. I’d like you to be seen as more than that.”

Pansy didn’t know what to say. Ron had spoken from the heart and he’d spoken to her. She looked at the ceiling for a moment, insure. She’d had men tell her things like this before, but that was to be seen favorable in her eyes so she would charge less. Ron said nothing about payments. He agreed to pay her what she wanted without question.

“Pansy, you can come and live with me.” He said suddenly. Pansy looked at him with wide eyes. Then she jumped out of the bed and began pacing the floor. She’d had men offer to put her in a house also, but that usually came from married men, and she had no interest in that. Ron was inviting her to his house.

“Pansy look,” he got up and tried to talk to her, “I just don’t like the way you’re treated. I knew you years ago and you can do so much more with your life, than have sex for money.” She spun around.

“Did you just forget that you’ve paid me before and will again, for having sex with you and a mate?”

“No, I didn’t forget, I’m still riding the euphoria.” She had to give a smile at the words. “Pansy, I have an extra room. I didn’t mean to say you would stay for that, although I’d be more than willing to sacrifice my body if you have needs that need to be met.” Again she had to smile. “You could be a roommate if that’s all you want to be. I just can’t stand seeing you here.”

“Ron, aside from the fact that I don't have to do anything I don't want to do, and I am treated with respect by not only the girls but also the men I take care of, I have become independent here, and quite frankly I like that. I wouldn’t be able to live off you, I’d have to find something to support myself to pay my share of bills and such.” She was going to continue saying that this was how she made her living, but Ron cut her off.

“Then write the book. I spoke to Hermione this afternoon.” She told her, still following her around as she paced.

“Why?” She stopped and looked at him.

“Hermione is a publisher.” He said smiling.

“So?” She said.

“She said she’d look at it, but memoir type books always do well, especially when the topic involved is not the mainstream, or the tale itself is one of struggle. No one cares about a business man’s life or a wife’s life, everyone knows about that, and contrary to popular belief sports figures biography never do well. No one has ever really told a memoir story from a place like this before. People have written fiction, but no one has told the story from the inside, the truth. She sounded a little excited to be honest. She said she’d edit personally if you want and even help if you need assistance in writing or formatting.”

Pansy was at a loss for words. Ron had researched this for her. She looked at him. His eyes were holding hers, waiting. Could she make it writing a book? What if this book did as well and he seemed to think. She could go to school again and find a trade. Ron even seemed willing to let her stay while she figured it out.

Ron for his part stayed silent. He saw the thoughts rolling in her head. He hoped she would agree with him. He thought about the girl he went to school with. She lost her parents, he found that out by word of mouth, but never found out what happened to her. He wanted to help her. He wanted her to leave this place and form a life that didn’t involve selling herself.

“Alright Ron, listen,” she said facing him, “here’s what I’ll do. I’ll keep writing and meet with Hermione. If she thinks it will work then I’ll work something out with her. I’ll only leave here if I can support myself.”

Ron smiled and took her in his arms. She lost herself in his hug. No one had hugged her for the sake of just hugging her before. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you Pansy. I don’t want to see you here anymore.”

She kept her arms around him as she pulled away slightly. “I mean it Ron, I will pay my share. Roommates is what you said. I won’t live off anyone.”

“However you want it, that’s how it will be.”

“Although Ron, you should know that just because I work here, doesn’t mean I am less then respected. You only know part of what I do here.” She said. “Don’t bad mouth this industry, because it isn’t as bad as you seem to think. I am treated well and never abused by anyone. Most of the men I see need something more than sex.”

“Alright, I’ll read your book and then form an opinion. But I‘ll read it after you move in with me.” He hugged her again and this time lifted her off the ground. She gave in to the laughing as he started spinning around. “Ron put me down.” She yelled out with her giggles.

“Never!” He spun around again. She held on tight and laughed along with him.
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