You Never Know | By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3651 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Ron and Pansy remained spooned together, and she let her body be cradled by his, stroking the firm arm that held her waist. His relaxed breathing in her ear was a surprising comfort. His legs curled behind hers and their bodies fit together perfectly.
Ron inhaled her scent as he held her. Pansy was an amazing lover, and one that he could get used to. She gave herself completely and wasn’t afraid to tell him what she wanted. She was able to take him at his hardest, and fastest and she loved it. At least he thought she loved it.
“Did I hurt you?” He asked gently, giving her body a little squeeze.
“No. I loved it.” She said, nuzzling her back into his chest.
He chuckled into her ear. “You did?”
“Yes I did.” She said. “Although I feel like I just used you.”
“You know, I was thinking the same thing.” He said, pulling her closer. “I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you.” He gave her ear a kiss.
“What is it you want from me?” She asked, shifting a little to look up at him.
“Maybe we can see if we have a chance with each other.” He said toying with her hair.
“You mean like a relationship?” She asked, reaching up and running her fingertips along his jaw.
“Nothing that serious, maybe we can start by dating.” He said. “That is if you are open to the idea.”
“I might be.” She said. “Why should we both be lonely if we can be together.”
“Have you been very lonely?” He asked, nuzzling her neck.
“Yes.” She kissed his chin. “Can I be honest?”
“I’d rather you always be honest.” He stroked her shoulder with his fingers.
“This was more intense than any sex I’ve had. It’s also been the closest.” She said.
“Really?” He asked with a smile.
“Yes. You didn’t let me go, you looked at me, even holding me now. This is something new for me.” She said.
“You mean whats-his-fuck didn’t hold you afterwards?” He asked.
“You mean Allen? No he usually fell asleep.” She said, slipping an arm around his waist.
“What a moron.” He leaned down and kissed her, letting their arms circle each other again.
Ron didn’t return home until late that evening. It was too soon to assume he could spend the night. There was time for that in the future. The near future he hoped.
His house elf quickly heated something for him to eat and then had seconds ready when he was done. Ron didn’t realize how hungry he was but then again he had burned off about a thousand calories with Pansy. And then a thousand more.
When he was finished, his elf brought his mail and he sorted through letters. He made several mental notes regarding his broom design, and read through several appointment reminders before he came to the last letter.
It was from Sara. He rolled his eyes and let his head fall back. Would she never leave him alone? He quickly read it and sighed. She was missing some of her things and she wanted to know if he had them. He thought of the box he had put aside when he moved in and decided it would be best to see Malfoy first before responding.
He took a quick shower before going to bed. He slept the deepest he had in years.
The next day he waited patiently for Sara to arrive. He told her he would be home all day today and if she couldn’t come and pick up her box today then he would send it to her.
Draco had told him it should be fine to let her pick up her belongings on her own, but not to agree to anything she asked for and to send him a memory of the visit when it was over.
He sat on his couch waiting, leafing through a quidditch periodical. When a knock sounded on door he breathed in a cleansing breathe and answered it.
“Hello Sara.” He said stiffly.
“Ron.” She said with a forced smile.
“There are your things.” He said gesturing to a box.
She went through the box taking a look at everything, taking a longer time then Ron thought was necessary but as long as she wasn’t speaking to him she could look as long as she wanted.
“Alright, this was everything I was missing.” She said rising and shrinking the box to slip into her purse. “Do you have the account parchments that I’m supposed to get?”
“You can get them from Draco.” He said, not moving.
“Ron, I’m here, there is no reason you can’t give them to me now.” She said.
“Number one, I don’t have them Draco does. Number two, contact between us after the divorce can be made through our lawyers. Now if that’s all, I have some things to get to.” He said motioning to the door.
“Of course.” She said but he hadn’t moved. “I could use some help around my flat. If you aren’t busy this week.”
“No.” He said.
“Just no?” She said with a laugh. “Busy week coming up?”
“You can get anyone to help out at your flat. You aren’t about to convince me that you need me after not needing anything during our marriage.” He said, drilling her with a hard look.
“Ron, look……..” She moved forward then stopped. Her face took on a sinister, ugly glare. “Is that perfume?” She asked.
He thought he had showered well enough, why is Sara able to smell it. Then he remembered his cloak on the hook behind him. Her perfume from the gala was probably still on it. “Yes, I suppose it is.” He said to her.
“Whose is it?” Her frown made her the ugliest he had ever seen her.
“Is that any of your business?” He asked with a snide smile, knowing it would piss her off.
“We you carrying on when we were married?” She shouted.
“You mean like you were?” He yelled back. “I have more class then that.”
“Who is she?” Sara demanded.
“None of your damn business. We are divorced now, so who I see if none of your fucking business.” He opened the door and waited.
“You know Ron, if you had an affair during our marriage, that negates the premarital contract and I can take you to court!” She screamed at him.
“Good luck proving it!” He yelled back at her.
Sara stormed out of the house. Ron summoned his house elf and said that his ex wife was not allowed in the house under any circumstances and the small creatures eyes lit up at the thought of upholding such an order. Ron left immediately for Draco’s office.
Draco was free to talk and laughed at his expression. “I take it things didn’t go well?”
“She accused me of having an affair during our marriage. The hypocritical bitch!” Ron was pacing back and forth to Draco’s amusement.
“Did you?” He asked.
“No!” Ron said freezing and staring at the blonde.
“Then you have nothing to worry about. If arguments can’t be settled, you can always volunteer for veritaserum and that can’t be challenged.” He said.
“Of course.” He fell into a chair.
“You are just pissed that she accused you of behavior she was guilty of.” Draco said opening his drawer and pulling put a vial. He handed it to Ron who took out the memory of her visit.
“I guess you’re right.” He said.
“How did she accuse you of it to begin with?” Draco asked sealing and labeling the vial.
“She smelt Pansy’s perfume on my cloak. It was from the gala, I never used a cleansing spell on it.” He said.
“She smelled perfume that was days old?” He asked.
“You met her, do you doubt she is that mental at times?” Ron asked, sending Draco into laughter. Ron let himself enjoy the laughter hopping that Sara wouldn’t cause too much trouble in his life now.
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