Walk the Dust

Fandom: Harry Potter

Characters: Ron Wesley, Pansy Parkison

Word: Unrequited, Prison, Hot wax

Ratings: M

Warnings: Mild swearing, sexual content between two teens. This is a complete one shot. This is a crack fic in an AU setting.

One week out after the hospital stay Ron was clear to resume his work. He was now further behind and to avoid Hermione and Harry he wished to be partnered up with Pansy to collect his potions notes from her.

The agreement was simple, to meet at the Prefect's washroom where it was private and they could easily not been seen. Ron pauses at the door, waiting for the right moment to cross inside the door and then he locks it with a silent spell.

After his near death experience some girls wanted him and seriously he didn't mind the attraction but he didn't want any one of them. All but one, she's been on his mind lately, and Pansy wasn't the kind of girl to just decline.

The door pushes open slowly, he could smell burning scented candles mixed with sandalwood and a hint of her desire as he enters inside.

He found the room dark at first when he enters a glow of golden light encases Pansy as she stood by the mirrors her hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail bits of long dark strands frames her face nicely. Her tie was pulled free from her white cotton shirt; as well as the top few buttons were undone. He could clearly see she wore nothing under the shirt, as her nipples were hard and erect.

His eyes divert to the notes on the ground left by her feet, and then slowly they travel up her legs and pauses at her shortened skirt.

She flicks her wand and utters a spell to keep the room protected from any noise and prying eyes. "There." She slithers so softly.

He tosses his books by hers knowing this wasn't going to be a normal exchange of notes, and potions planning. He pulls his tie free from his neck, tossing it too by the sink taking a deep breath knowing exactly where this session will go.

He's fucked Lavender before (in this very room many times), and although she was good at it, he knew Pansy was a lot more experienced from their first encounter. He was utterly hard from the look she gave him as she lifts her leg up to expose a bit of pink below her skirt. A finger traces the outer edges of her lips dipping feeling her slippery wetness. She rolls her slippery fingers together to indicate just how wet she really was.

"Like what you see there, Ron?"

Yes, he did. He couldn't remove his gaze off her utterly smooth skin.

"Damn. Fuck. Hell." He stutters out.

She holds out a single candle light offering him to try, "Hot wax, do you dare?"

Ron wanted too and gave a silent nod in agreement. He finally found his voice. "In some places this would highly illegal, I could go to prison."

"Draco, he's done it, always a willing participate." She shrugs.

The idea of Draco's hard cock throbbing in her hands as she uses the wax on his member made him even harder.

"I'm in, all the way."

He quickly toes off his shoes his hands weren't fast enough as she bats them away working at his fly and with one quick tug his erection springs free. Ron was a generous size for a teen. He knew Lavender enjoyed a good suck on him while they were dating. He wonders how Pansy will be compared to Lavender's experiences. It's like she's read his mind and kneels before him, his erection in her hand he was completely under her control.

Pansy's lips were rough against the tip of him, he shivers lightly from it. She moistens her lips in anticipation wondering what he smells like, how wonderful he tastes.

He looks down at her face, his hands reaches for her, cupping her chin guiding her gently towards him into her mouth. He loves the soft glow around her as her obsidian coloured eyes darken as the irises widen with lust.

Fuck! She felt so good against his twitching member. She blew once on the very tip of his erection, creating some pre-come to leak from him. She took the candle and on the tip she dribbles just a bit of hot wax. He reacts the same way Draco did the first time with a low groan and a FUCK escaping his voice.

"Pansy, I really don't know how much longer I can last."

She nods and stood up at his level, as he was leaning against the sink keeping his balance.

He doesn't recall when her shirt became unbuttoned fully but she pulls it off her letting it slide to the ground. Her nipples were beautifully hard, and she leans into his touch. He finds the zipper of the back of her skirt, slips it down and she kicks it away. She was slender and had the curves all in the right places. He touches her folds between her legs slipping just two fingers in pushing then back out again.

She slips onto his lap as he thrusts deeply inside of her. Her heated core made him freeze in mid thrust because it felt so good to be there. He makes a simple adjustment with awkwardness then they find their rhythm, and from the sound of her voice, she wanted it hard, fast and furious.

Pansy's head tilts back as she pants with shorter breaths. Faster each thrust was met. He loved to watch her breasts bounce up and down as she bucks on his erection. With a steady hand he holds her hips, as the other hand roams to find her wetness and pushes against the spot that would make her shudder into a million pieces. Now, he felt it, his legs were shaking, and he shudders as climaxes with her.

Oddly, their lips find each other, softly at first, until it deepens into something they both haven't felt before. She wipes her lipstick stains off his lips.

It was she that spoke first her voice even and her eyes back to normal.

"So, just to let you know, this is not some kind of unrequited love we have. This is purely fucking."

She flicks her wand and the scents of their sex, burning candles disappears, and they were cleaned up like nothing ever took place.

They were fully clothed, ties straightened out, and she picks up her notes. "Ron, your notes." She did promise him.

"And you potion." He hands a small vile of something dark.

"Good, until then." She exits first.

He walks the dust behind her.

Fin.