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Letters to Lovers	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Pansy?

Ron? What’s going on? I saw you running through the halls earlier with a huge smile on your face.

Meet me.

Where?

Go to the lower level corridor that overlooks the greenhouses. I’ll meet you there. Try and stay hidden. Leave now.

Ok. I’m leaving.

Ron watched from behind his hiding pace, as Pansy approached. She tucked herself behind a statue and looked around. She smiled when she caught sight of him behind a tapestry. He motioned for her to stay where she was as he paced, bringing about a huge door. She quickly ran into the room when he opened the door.

It was a small common room. It had a loveseat in front of a fire. Cozy and intimate, just like they wanted. They sat down relaxing in the chair. Pansy tucked herself into Ron’s arm. His fingers brushed her shoulder, while he held her hand.

“Ron,” she said, “when I asked you why you were doing what you were doing, you said I deserved it.” He nodded. “When I asked you why you thought I deserved it, you said you weren’t going to tell me just yet.” Again he nodded. “Will you tell me now?”

He thought for a moment. “Because I like you.” It was all he said.

“How much?” She asked.

Ron pulled her closer kissing her with a passion that took her breath away. She rested her hand against his chest, feeling his heart beat as fast as hers. He pulled away and looked at her. “That much.”

She looked to the fire and then back to him. “Ron….”

“What is it?” He whispered.

“I feel weird.” She said, unsure of how to say what she was feeling.

“Look, if you want to leave, it’s ok. I would never…..” She stopped him.

“No, it’s not that,” She held on to arms, “when it was Ian, I didn’t feel this way.” Ron’s heart beat faster. “I feel different with you.” She looked in his eyes. He was studying her, listening to her every word.

“Listen Pansy, I care a lot about you, and I like you, don’t be afraid to tell me anything.”

“I know that my body wants something, I can feel it, but I don’t know.” She said. Her face was bright red at admitting this to him face to face.

“If you’re not ready, that’s ok, I understand.” He hadn’t released her. His arm was still around her, and he still held her hand, brushing his thumb across her fingertips.

“Ron….” Her eyes caught something off to the side and she blushed. Ron looked back and saw that a huge bed had appeared. “When did that get here?” She asked.

“I guess when your body started to need it.” He looked back at her. “Or when mine did.” She looked down at his lap and saw his jeans straining against the evidence.

Unsure of how to react, she raised her lips for a kiss. They gave in to their bodies and kissed. Pansy pulled him closer. Ron was a gifted kisser. He set her on fire. He broke the kiss and looked down at her. “Would you let me do something for you?”

“What?” She asked nervously.

“Not that,” he said when he saw her face, “I want to make you feel good. All you have to do is enjoy it.” She thought for a moment then nodded.

Ron took her hand and together they walked over to the bed. She was nervous but not afraid. If she told Ron to stop, then he would. She relaxed on her back as Ron reached under her skirt and gently pulled down her knickers. Her heart sped up. Ian had been a little rough with her. Would Ron be rough also?

Her eyes flew open when he leaned down. “Wait….Ron…what… are you doing?” She rose on her elbows and back up a little. Ron crawled over to her and kissed her.

“Pansy, I’ll stop if you really want me to, but please, I want to do this for you. I promise to stop if you don’t like it.” He kissed her gently. “Please let me do this for you.”

She relaxed again as Ron slid down her body. He parted her thighs and let her settle them so she was comfortable. Ron looked down at the most inviting sight he had ever seen. She had trimmed down very short, but the black curls were still there. Her lips were practically bare. He ran the flat of his tongue over her entrance.

Pansy let out a sigh and he smelt a flash of arousal. The scent was pure lust, and he breathed it in. She smelled wonderful. He slowly pushed his tongue into her, tasting her juice. She was delicious, the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

Ron hadn’t done this with Lavender or with anyone else for this matter. He had no desire to, and Lavender never mentioned it. But Pansy was different. He wanted to be the one to drive her mental. He wanted to do this, not because he had a yearning to taste her, but because he wanted to make her feel good.

As he kept his licks slow and drawn, he watched her body. She was breathing hard, her chest was rising and falling. He wanted to see her breasts but there would be time for that later. She had agreed to this and nothing more.

Her hands were gripping the waist of her skirt. He also noticed her feet kept shifting about. He thought he saw her knees drop a little farther. He ran his hands up and down her thighs. She had the smoothest skin he’d ever touched.

He drank in the taste of her, getting intoxicated on her juice. He could tell she was enjoying it. When she enjoyed his kisses, she had a tendency to let out sighs into his mouth. This time he could hear her sighs and they were music to him.

He reached up and ran his fingertip over her slit. Raising his lips, he decided to check on her. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked. He didn’t want to stop, but if she was uncomfortable he would.

“Stop and I’ll kill you Weasley.” She said. Ron smiled and dropped back down. He knew what she needed. He had felt it many times on Lavender, and it drove her nuts, so he knew if it was his tongue, it should feel great.

He raised his aim and licked around looking for it. He knew where it was with his fingers, but from this angle he was searching blind. He kept his ears open for her reaction.

Her breath was quick and when he flicked her clit, it came in sharp gasps and when she exhaled she let out a quietest moan with it. Ron felt his own heart speeding up. Those noises were for him.

He ran his tongue like mad over her clit, watching her body as it moved. Her hands had moved to her sides, griping the blanket at her sides. Her chest was heaving, and he could tell she was close. He kept up the rapid flicks from his tongue, holding her thighs.

She began to tremble. She felt something in her stomach building up. “Ron….I think....you should stop…… I…”

He kept up his movements. He wanted to send her other the edge, he wanted to give her what she hadn’t felt yet. He reached a hand up and rested it over her chest. He could feel her heart pounding under his palm.

She was lifting her hips into his mouth. He knew she hadn’t a clue she was doing it. He felt a surge through his body as he brought out her instincts. Her hand covered his and gripped tight. He wove his fingers in hers and held her grip as she cried out again.

“Ron…I …..Ron…..” She squeezed down on his hand and her hips arched while her legs fell apart as far as they could. She began shaking under him and shrieked out.

Ron felt the heat flow from her pussy. He drank it down and breathed it in, pride surging in his chest that he had pleased her. He waited until the tremors had stopped and climbed up her body, resting beside her. He eased her legs back together and straightened her skirt over her thighs. He leaned on an elbow and looked down at her.

Her head rested close to his arm, her face turned toward him as her breathing came back to normal. He held her hand as it rested on her stomach. Her grip was loose now but she still held him. He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her cheek.

“Did you enjoy that?” He whispered. She gave a blush and bit her lip nodding. “I’m glad.” He rested his head on his arm, keeping his face close to hers. She could smell her release on him, but it didn’t repulse her. If anything it turned her on to know that she was all over him.

She had no idea her body could feel like that. She cuddled close to Ron and let him hold her. “Ron, do you want me……”

“No,” he cut her off, “this was for you.” She smiled and cuddled into him. Ron was amazing, and she was glad he liked her.

Pansy walked down Hogsmeade, wondering what to get Ron for Christmas. She had decided to take advantage of the last trip before the holiday to try and get him something, but she was at a loss.

Spotting Ginny and Hermione, she ducked into a corner. Blast her luck they stopped for a moment, and Pansy was stuck listening.

“Did you get everything Gin?” She asked.

“Yeah, I got Harry this wonderful set of cufflinks with snitches on it.” Pansy rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know what you get Ron. You’re his sister what would he like?” Pansy leaned closer, raising her eyebrows.

Ginny gave out a laugh. “If you can combine, food, sex and the Chudley Cannons, he’ll love you.” The girls laughed and then decided to head off for tea.

Pansy thought about what she had heard. Food, sex and The Cannons. How n earth…… Her eyebrows lifted and she smiled. She had it!
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