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CHAPTER SIX (#4): Ron & Pansy
As soon as the group broke up, Ron hurried behind Pansy and swept her into his arms, bridal style, pleased by her exuberant laugh she let out and how she flung her arms about his neck as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. He took them to their room, shutting the door behind him with his booted heel, and effortlessly carried her over to the bed. Seating his backside on the edge, he positioned her on his lap so they could talk.
"So, what's your card say?" he grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows.
"What's yours?" she countered, moving to take his card to read it first. Reaching into his back pocket to grab his card, she sliced the delicate skin between her thumb and index finger accidentally along on one of its sharp edges. "Shite," she muttered under her breath, sticking it into her mouth to stop the bleeding.
"Here, let me see, baby," he crooned, gently guiding her hand out of her mouth and towards his, placing a kiss upon the very thin, already-healing cut.
"That's dangerous, you know," she admonished, pulling away. "The card could have germs."
He arched an eyebrow at her. "I have germs," he teasingly countered. "But it's too late for you now." Wiggling her on his lap, he grinned. "I've already infected you."
Pans laughed. "That's one way to look at love, I suppose." Playfully, she whapped him on the arm. "Oh, just read the card!"
Keeping her arms about him, he palmed his action card and read it for her:
DEED: You get to use a sex toy on your partner.
His partner's eyes lit up with smoldering, unabashed lust. "Have something in mind already?" she rather naughtily asked, her voice lowering into that register of husky that did things to Ron's sanity.
"Yeah," he replied, flipping his card away. Taking hers out of her hand as well and doing likewise without looking at it, he laid her back on the bed, looming over her. "I liked the idea of you in chains. How about some pretty jewelry?" Summoning a sexy nipple-to-clit 'Y' chain to hand, he sat up and showed it to her. "Wanna try it on for me, baby?"
Her hands were already fumbling to undo the buttons on the front of her dress, and then she rolled over for him to get her zipper down. Together, they made fast work of shucking her clothing, and then she was on her back again as he was fitting the light clamps to her pretty breasts. "Too much pressure?" he asked, his mouth going dry as he watched her nipple harden and go tight as the metal ring circled the sensitive flesh and magically tightened to fit. He'd desperately wanted to try this with a woman after he'd accidentally walked in on one of Fleur and Bill's "sessions" at the Cottage this last Easter break and had seen his sister-in-law modeling a similar piece. The fantasy of his perfect woman wearing this kind of get-up for him had since been his favorite masturbatory material.
Pansy moaned, and the sound shot straight to Ron's already-throbbing cock. "Oooh," she sighed. "It feels wicked. Don't stop."
Carefully, he set the other loop about her neglected nipple, adjusting it until she nodded that the squeezing weight was perfect. Tugging the chain taut to test it, his witch jerked and gasped in pleasure. Her pink tongue peeked out to wet her lips as her breathing increased. "Yesss," she hissed, closing her eyes and relaxing back, spreading her legs for him and letting him have his way with her.
Ron had never felt more sexually powerful than at that moment. He'd always been rather submissive in the bedroom, and he'd been fine allowing that because it meant he wouldn't scare away his interests; he was physically large, and he knew he could unintentionally hurt any girl he was with if he wasn't conscientious of the differences in their strength. But with Pansy, she wanted – needed, it seemed – for him to take control of their private interludes, and that permission freed him to be the man he'd always wanted to be in a sexual situation. "That's it, baby," he coaxed her legs further with gentle hands under her calves, bending her knees up and out, opening her wide for him. "Trust me." Fitting the clit clamp to her, he assured it wasn't too tight and exactly where she'd like him to place it by asking her questions as he positioned it. When it was on, she moaned again, wiggling her hips. "You like?" he asked, so freaking turned on by her lying here, completely at his mercy and wearing the jewelry he'd placed upon her with painstaking care.
She arched her neck. "I love," she whispered, her cheeks and neck flushed with blood from her obvious arousal. Between her legs, she was very damp. "It feels so feminine and sinful. Pull."
With a precise tug, he had her arching her spine off the mattress and crying out, her hands gripping the coverlet with a firm grasp.
"More," she begged.
Dropping to his knees, he bent between her open thighs and watched how tiny jerks of the chain affected her. The skin of her rosy labia darkened as blood rushed to the spot from his insistent stimulation, and glistening fluid leaked out of her opening to run down her slit. Capturing some on his tongue, he licked upwards through her seam, causing her to loudly exclaim her pleasure. She was too sweet, too tempting… He flicked her clit around the small clamp, pulling on it, stretching it upwards and out, then letting it relax. Again and again, he teased her this way, while his free hand reached desperately to undo his clothing, quickly shrugging it off.
Bare-chested, his trousers popped and unzipped, he freed himself into his palm and began stroking, even as he suckled hard on her tiny, clamped bud, wanting to fast bring her to climax. He yanked higher up on the chain, pulling her nipples at the same time as her little nub, and her hips bucked against him. She was positively soaking under his lips and chin now, her little breathy cries crescendoing as she quickly approached the edge.
The moment she came, he rose up, knelt on the bed, grabbed her waist and slammed himself inside her silken, sodden pussy. "Oh, yeah! Merlin, baby, you're so bloody tight!" He fucked hard, going deep. "Tug the chain," he commanded, riding her good, his hips shuttling fast from the start. "I want you creaming on my cock again."
With trembling fingers, Pansy did as he bade, her two hands working the thin, metal cable in concert so one pulled on her nipples while the other concentrated on her clit. "Oh, God… Ron!" she mewled, bowing her spine from the electric stimulation. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Never stop!"
Gritting his teeth, he ferociously pumped into her, giving her all of the strength in his body, watching her beautiful breasts bounce as he slammed home again and again, working through her swollen, velvet flesh with relentless desire. The need for fulfillment pounded through his veins, and even knowing he was possibly hurting her, he was compelled not to stop as she urged him on by meeting his fierce pistoning with her own, her pretty features twisted in blissful agony.
Pansy positively wailed as their flesh slapped together, chanting "yes," over and over, growing progressively louder with each pass. Driven mad by the scent pouring off their bodies, by the taste of her pussy lingering on his tongue, he mindlessly reached for that pinnacle of bliss. "Yeah, baby, take me! Take all of me! Come on, come on!" Sweat dripped off his brow and dribbled down his cheek, over his pecs as he struggled to stave-off his fiery release in vain. "Fuck, baby, I-I can't hold back! I'm coming! I'm-" As he threw his head back and shouted to the ceiling, his body shattering with pleasure, Pansy screamed with him, arched again, taking him to the hilt. He continued thrusting as he came, each jet of his release accompanied by a deep, very male groan of satisfaction. "Take my come, baby! Yeah… yeah, that's it!"
Exhausting himself of every drop, the wave passing over him after long seconds, he fell to his palms over her, his breath erupting across her face in hot, panting cascades as he struggled to regain his sanity. "Holy fuck!" he gasped in awe. "You're gonna kill me, woman." Collapsing to his elbows, he captured her mouth and passionately kissed her. "Godric, I love you so bloody much!"
They clung to each other, their bodies both slick with their exertions, the smell of their sex heady in the air. A streak of all-male possessiveness overcame him, and he wrapped his lover up in his arms and held her tight against him, tiredly murmuring over and over again how he felt for her in her ear. Pansy was boneless in his embrace, her arms barely able to hold onto him as they both fell into a light doze just like that.
Sometime later, his witch shook his shoulder. "Ron?" she whispered, "Don't fall completely asleep, baby. There's still my card to do."
A grunt was the best he could offer in reply, despite the Restorative Potion in his system. And yet, it was that which activated now that his consciousness was stirring, and he wearily pushed himself onto his elbows again. "Shower first," he required with a tired grin. "It's the only thing that's gonna wake me up after jizzing so hard."
Nodding in agreement, she turned her head to the side to look into the corner of the room, and instantly, a luxurious, glass shower stall appeared. The water immediately began running, and he could tell from the steam that it would be hot and energizing.
Reluctantly slipping out of her, he made his feet and stripped off his boots, socks and the trousers that had bunched around his ankles. Unabashedly nude, holding out a hand, he helped his woman to her feet and they entered the shower together. He threw his face into the spray first thing, then let the water run over the back of his neck, before swapping off with her. Feeling more human, the potion doing its work to wake him up, he conjured a nice scented soap – one that matched her perfume – and a washcloth so he could clean up his witch.
Pansy moaned in pleasure as he sponged her down, massaging her shoulders and neck at the same time. "You really are the perfect guy, aren't you?" she sighed in happiness.
Ron kissed her throat. "I aim to please."
Leaning back into him, she let him nibble on her pulse for a bit. "Ron, the game… We need to finish this round before time runs out." She recited for him what her card's requirement was:
DEED: You get to ask your partner any five questions you want about them and they must answer wholly and truthfully.
"Hey, I've done a lot of confessing tonight," he riled with a half-hearted growl.
Naughtily rubbing her arse against his cock, stirring its interest again (Merlin, he could not get enough of her!), Pansy snickered. "And you're going to do even more it seems."
Rolling his eyes, he easily conceded. "Yeah, fine. I suppose I have nothing to hide anyway."
She looked at him over her shoulder. "Well, except your True Wizard's Name, but I guess that's everyone's deepest secret. It's certainly mine."
"Hmm, hadn't considered that," he admitted, continuing his washing of her at the same time as carefully weighing his thoughts on the matter. Could he trust her with something as important as the key to his magical soul? He loved her, and he felt oddly closer to her than just about anyone else in the world, and in such a short period of time, too, but still… not even Harry knew his real name - or Ginny, or Fred, or George, or any of his other siblings. Only he and his parents knew it.
How much was he really willing to risk on Pansy Parkinson?
Admitting that he was totally intoxicated with Slytherin's Queen, infatuated with her in a way he'd never been with any other woman – not just physically, but mentally - should have set alarm bells ringing in his Gryffindor's head. It didn't though. Now wasn't that odd?
But was it the same for her?
Hanging the washcloth up on the wall rack, turning her around so that the running water didn't splash up into her face, Ron wrapped his arms about her to pull her backside against him again. Savoring the sensation of her smaller, slighter form being protected by his larger frame, feeling them fit together like lock and key, his heart beat faster in his chest.
This was no mere infatuation or passing fancy on his part; he'd had that before with 'Mione and Romilda and Lavender. No, what he was feeling for Pansy was deeper, connecting him to her on a level he'd never known before with anyone. "Do you wanna know it?" he asked evenly, testing. "My Wizard's name?"
Reaching back and lightly smacking him on the side of his thigh, she chuffed. "Quit joking."
The water loudly pattered across his broad back in the enclosed stall, but aside from that, there was no other sound between them. He patiently waited for the moment when she figured out that he wasn't kidding. It didn't take long… another few seconds of his silence, and she went stiff in his arms.
"That isn't funny, Ronald Weasley. You can't give your T.W.N. that easily. Someone could use it against you."
Leaning over her shoulder and turning her head with a gentle hand so they were face-to-face, he assessed her a moment more, curious as to how far this would go now that he'd opened this can of worms. "Only if you don't trust the other person," he countered. "Are you saying I can't trust you?"
Pansy stared at him as if he'd lost his marbles. "Ron… really, it's very dangerous to speak it aloud. What if someone else hears?"
Something in his chest hurt by her refusal to answer. "That's not what I asked you," he reminded her.
His girl looked absolutely lost. "But… but… I'm Slytherin! Gryffindors never trust us! You don't even like us most of the time!"
That didn't make a lick of sense, considering all they'd been through. "What I feel for you goes beyond 'like' at this point, baby. I think I've made that clear by now. 'Sides, I think Harry might not agree with you. Or 'Mione, either. Maybe even Gin, too." He made a quick mental note to find out what that sneaky Slytherin bastard, Zabini, was doing with his little sister, worried about her.
Glancing into the liquid, dark eyes before him, Ron refocused on the here and now, and lopsidedly smirked at his beautiful girl. "So, wanna know it?"
Pansy continued to stare at him in disbelieving wonder. "You'd really tell it to me?"
He nodded with forthright earnestness. "Really."
Biting her bottom lip, she stared at his chin for long seconds. He didn't press, just patiently waited for her to decide. "What… would you want me to… give back?" she hesitantly asked.
Tilting his head, he threw her an incredulous glower. "Nothing."
"So you'd give me the biggest secret in your life and not want anything in return?" she dubiously clarified. "Seriously?"
Turning her about in his arms, he forced her full attention by cupping her cheek and holding it steady. "Baby, you've got my heart. That's the best I can ever give away to anyone."
Large tear droplets literally dripped down her cheeks in hot waves, encountering his hand, sliding around his skin, or falling into the cup of his palm. "You really love me, don't you? It's not just a feeling in the moment."
He leaned in and tenderly kissed her lips. "Aedel Ruaidh Rí Weasley," he murmured his proof, looking at her through a half-lidded gaze, bashfully smiling. "Means, 'Noble, Red-Haired King.'"
"OH. MY. GOD," she gasped, her eyes showing far too much white. "You… you…"
He shrugged. "Too late to take it back now."
"B-b-but I-" she stammered, stopped herself forcefully by shutting her eyes and pursing her lips, took a very deep breath, and then peeled back her lids to stare into his very soul. "Candiss Aedelind Parkinson," she blurted in a rush, her cheeks coloring bright pink. "That's mine."
Something tight in Ron's chest loosened up, allowing him to breathe again. "Pretty," he smiled with relief. "What's it mean?"
Sniffing, she wiped at her tears and chuckled. "'Queen that is Noble.'"
He softly ran his thumb over her bottom lip. "Funny that both of our names mean, 'noble,' and we're named a matching royal couple - King and Queen." He grinned. "That decides it: we must be fated to be together."
Her throat convulsed twice, and then she threw her arms about his neck, buried her head in his chest and broke down into sobs again, as if his words had somehow wounded her.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
Shaking her head, she hid her face. Ron didn't push, letting her tears wash over her as thoroughly as the shower washed the sweat from his skin. Was it what he'd said, or was she just emotional from all of the sex stuff? He knew sometimes girls got mushy after orgasming. Or maybe he'd pushed things too far with giving up his wizarding name? Worry pitted his guts.
It took several minutes for Pansy to calm enough to speak to him again. Sniffling, she limply rested against him. "I know my first question," she rasped, clearing her throat of emotion. "Were you serious when you said you wanted us to be together after this game ends?"
There was no hesitation in his answer. "Abso-fucking-lutely, baby. I want you in my life."
He felt her swallow several times, sniffling again. "Even if I was flat broke, and had nothing to bring to the relationship except, well, me - as I am right now?"
Ron nodded. "You're more important to me than money, Pans. I'd take you any day of the week, with or without galleons in your pockets. 'Sides, I wasn't raised with a lot of it growing up, so it doesn't mean as much to me as other people, I guess. Money's just a means to an end, yeah? It can't make me smile as much as you could. It couldn't warm my bed. It provides comfort, right, but it doesn't really make a person happy in the long run. You make me the happiest man in the world, not my bank account."
His hands slid into her hair, massaged her neck to try to comfort her, even as he tried to quell that sinking sensation in his stomach. He'd once had this kind of frank talk with 'Mione and it hadn't ended so well, her arguing that he was simply making excuses to be lazy and not taking advantage of their youth to achieve a better standard of life. He cared for the woman as his best female friend and first love, but often, he didn't agree with her philosophy on life. Reaching for that next hurdle was good and fine, but material possessions didn't bring a person as much joy or contentment as family. This was something he, as a child of multiple siblings and little means, wholeheartedly believed in (he'd always secretly thought that 'Mione being an only child of professionally-working parents might be the reason for her ambitious practicality). This major difference in their individual world views was, truthfully, the big underlying cause for their break-up. He hoped he wasn't setting himself up here for more of the same with Pansy.
"You're a pure-blood from a wealthy family, used to the best clothes, houses, food, and whatever else it is rich people enjoy. I'm smart enough to see that being with me would be a step down for you in that case," he painfully acknowledged. Bending his head, he nuzzled her neck with his nose, shutting his eyes and praying for a positive end to this conversation. "It's true I can't give you much in the way of fancy dresses or jewelry or trips to the salon, but what I can give you is honest and real. I promise I won't ever play you. I won't lie to you. I won't abuse you. I won't cheat on you. I'll treat you with respect and goodness. And if you'd be mine, I'd work hard to put the world at your feet. Is that enough for you, though?"
Pansy's arms squeezed around him tighter. "I need to ask you again: do you really love me, Ron? Think about it before you answer."
She'd dodged his question, he noted, but with a deep sigh, he surrendered utterly to hers, not needing any more time to ponder that which he already knew through every cell in his body. "Yeah, I really love you, Pans."
Pulling back, she stared up at him, moving her hand so she brushed his lips with light caresses of her fingertips. "Enough to… run away with me… after graduation? To leave England with me and never look back?"
He blinked, surprised by such a question. "W-why?"
Tears pooled in her eyes again. "Or if that's asking too much… if it were the only way we could be together, would you-" She shut her eyes, and seemed to be gathering her courage. "Tonight, during the game, would you be willing to… give me a child instead?"
He felt his jaw unhinge, his eyes widen with shock, his world slow to a stop. "You're serious?"
Rivulets of her emotional pain ran down her cheeks again as she nodded. "Otherwise we can't… after tonight, I can't see you again."
It took several long seconds for Ron's brain to re-engage enough to fathom what she'd just said. "Why the bloody hell not?"
At his irate tone, she burst into tears again, lowering her head. "Because my parents have arranged a marriage for me to a pure-blood wizard from Durmstrang I've never met!" Her sharp fingernails scored his shoulders as her grip tightened. "I'm bound by magical contract to be his after graduation."
Confused, Ron puzzled through her words. "If you're bound, then-"
Her sobs were loud, and her slim shoulders shook. "There are only three ways out: running, matching the amount my parents gave over for my dowry to buy out the contract, or…"
"…getting preggers by someone else before the wedding," he dully intoned, putting it all together. The puzzle pieces of their bizarre relationship fell into place at last, and Ron didn't like what he was seeing. He abruptly let her go, stepping back. In his chest, his heart slowly began dying as he realized the implications of her words. "I see. That's why you came on so strong." Running a hand through his damp, ginger hair, he barked an angry laugh. "Make me fall for you so I'd agree to get you up the duff, that it? Yeah, well, the plan worked great, baby - hook, line and sinker. How very Slytherin of you." He clenched his jaw, reaching for the shower door, pushing it open, needing to escape pronto before he smashed his fist through the glass that surrounded them.
Pansy grabbed at him, pulling at his arm to halt his departure. "What? No! That's not what happened here!"
He yanked out of her grip and hurried towards his pile of clothing on the floor, uncaring that he was soaking wet, dripping water everywhere. A voice in his head screamed at him to get out and away from this woman, to not look back at her for fear of giving in, while another egged him on towards busting up the furniture in the room with his bare hands. Merlin, how could he have been so fucking stupid?
"Wait, Ron, you're wrong!" his partner caught up to his side as he retrieved his trousers and tugged them on fast. "Would you stop, please? Listen to me!"
She snatched up one sleeve of his button-up at the same time as he did the other, and they tore it accidentally in a brief tug-of-war. Giving in, he simply dropped it, and reached for his embroidered jacket instead, letting her have the bloody shirt. What did he care for it, anyway? It belonged to Bill, who had plenty of money and could buy an entire store of those shirts if he wanted. He just needed to get out now.
"Stop, please!" she begged, gripping the lapels of the jacket next, hanging off of him. "It's not at all what you're thinking! I fell in love with you! I didn't expect to, but I swear to you, Ron, I did!"
His chest ached as if he'd been struck with a bludger's bat right over his heart, and his stomach was nauseated as that Restorative Potion riled about, making him ill. How had he fallen for such an obvious ploy? She was Slytherin, for Godric's sake! Hadn't she warned him earlier about trusting her? "I don't believe you," he grit, trying to disengage her fisted hands from his person. "Now get off of me!"
She was crying again, and it was a grand performance, he had to admit. "How can I prove it to you?" she wailed, hopping up and riding his hips, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Please, don't leave! Give me a chance!"
There was no way to reach his boots with her so thoroughly tangled around him, and for a second, he considered leaving those behind too, but realized he liked those shoes and had no intention of losing them as well. However, trying to bend at the waist with her extra weight, combined with her squirming about so fervently to keep her lock around him, tipped him over and the two of them landed on the bed rather hard, her under him. Pansy let out a yelp of pain, but didn't let him go even then.
His face fell into the cradle between her shoulder and neck, and unwittingly, he inhaled as he took a deep breath to rebuke her… and her beguiling scent rolled over him again, causing his body to instantly react. His cock jumped to proud erection once more in his pants, filling with blood, and his balls ripened with that hollow ache that intensified by the second as they grew heavier with need. Damn it all, he wanted her again…
Lying quite still, trying to regain composure was hard with her so enticingly wiggling against him. "Stop," he warned her, reaching to grab her wrists and pull them off, pinning them to the bed by her ears. "I said stop moving!" To his amazement, she did, almost instantly lying immobile and quiet under him, but her quickened breath pulsed hot against his neck, making it just as hard to concentrate.
"Say my wizarding name," she whispered the plea to him in the bitter lull. "Command me to tell you the truth."
A cold revulsion to the idea seized his conscience and he shook his head. "No, I won't take advantage of that confidence, no matter what you've done to me."
Silencing him with a small kiss to his earlobe, she sighed. "Ron, just do it, please. I promise I won't be angry. You deserve to know the truth, and this is the only way right now. And I trust you." He felt her hot tears bathing the skin of his cheek. "Please, don't walk away from me without giving me the chance to explain. If you decide to break it off after, I'll agree, but don't walk out that door without having all of the facts."
His blood pulsed through his veins and arteries at a million miles a second as he considered her request. If they did this, it would irrevocably change everything between them, for she would forever know he could and would use her magic against her if necessary in the future. It was wrong, an abuse of power, even with her consent. He knew it…
…and yet, he was going to do it anyway, wasn't he? His bleeding heart needed to know whether she'd ever really loved him, whether he'd been played for a fool, no matter the cost.
Pushing up on his elbows, he looked into those beautiful, dark and sincerely frightened eyes and, tamping down on a last-minute twinge of doubt, he opened his mouth and became Pansy's unquestionable Master. "Candiss Aedelind Parkinson, I command you to truthfully answer some questions for me."
The change in her face was immediate as she didn't even try to fight the compulsion. She relaxed until her features were utterly still and vacant, as if she were under the Imperius Curse. All of her limbs went slack under him as well, falling away from his body. She lay utterly limp underneath him. "Yes, sir."
Ron exhaled sharply, tightly shut his eyes and cringed. "Fuck," he swore, knowing he now owned her will until he released her with a counter-command. As of this moment, he could literally do anything he wanted to her, require her to do any number of depraved and evil things all for his pleasure, and she would have absolutely no choice but to do as he wished. That knowledge was both a rush as well as a horrifying feeling, reminding him too sharply of the time back in fourth year when he'd watched Mad-Eye cast the Imperius live in the classroom upon that spider; at first, it had been a laugh seeing the eight-legged creature dance about, spooking the class, but then when the old codger had tried to make it drown itself, and it struggled not to obey… that feeling was the same as this one now, only it was much worse knowing that he was responsible this time.
The truth was, he had always prided himself on being a good man, in general (sometimes, he faltered, sure, but he was basically an all right bloke). Right then, however, as he looked into those dark, deadened eyes of the girl he loved, Ron learned what it meant to hate himself.
Swallowing back his self-disgust, he forced himself not to look away again as he demanded her obedience, refusing to be a coward in the face of his own vile transgression. He had willingly done this despicable thing, so now he would see it through to get the answers he needed. "Tell me, do you honestly love me, Pansy?"
"Yes," she dully replied.
"Enough to marry me right here and now, if I asked?" he wondered.
There was no hesitation from her. "Yes."
His chest constricted, but he forced himself to go on. In for a knut, in for a galleon, right? "Tell me, did you trick me into falling in love with you so you could use me to break your marriage contract tonight?"
"No," she indifferently, insensibly responded.
To his surprise, tears flooded his vision and heedlessly dripped onto her cheeks as they fell from his eyes, and his voice became hoarse with pain. How could he have been so wrong about her? He hadn't really trusted her at all - and after all of the boasting to the contrary earlier. "When did it occur to you to ask me to get you pregnant?"
Pansy blinked, but the act did nothing to bring the light of self-awareness back into that zombified gaze; she remained too passively doll-like. "Ten minutes ago, when you said: 'If you'd be mine, I'd work hard to put the world at your feet.' It made me realize that you wanted a life with me. It also made me realize that I wanted that with you, too. But the only way to have that life is to break the marriage contract that currently binds me. You have no money, and asking you to run away was wrong – you have family and friends and a life here. The only choice remaining to us is pregnancy."
"Shit, shit!" he began hyperventilating. He'd said he would never hurt her! He'd promised to be good to her, not to abuse her, and yet here he was, forcing her like a puppet on a string to perform for him! Dropping his forehead to her breast with great remorse, he cried harder than he ever had in the whole of his life. "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Come back to me. I release you."
His witch took a very deep breath and tremulously let it out, shaking under his touch. He could perceive the return of her personal control in the way her limbs timidly moved to surround him once more, and in her fingers which ghosted through his hair with uneasy affection. "Do you believe me now?" she murmured around a hitching breath.
He felt dirtied inside and out, unworthy to touch her, as if he'd just committed the darkest of acts upon her. What he had just done - it was as bad as an Unforgivable in his opinion. And yet, he desired her more than anything right then. Selfishly, his mouth laved its way up her throat to her jaw, over her lips. "Yes. God, I'm so sorry," he whispered again around his tears. His mouth captured hers in a desperate kiss, even as he began hastily removing his clothing once more. "I love you, baby… I-I need you. I'm sorry. So fucking sorry!"
Ripping his slacks down his legs, he moved a hand between her thighs, giving her loving attention, working her back into a state of arousal. When she was ready, he entered her again and her enthusiastic, voluptuous body eagerly welcomed his invasion, cradling him as he thrust balls-deep, took her with long, thick strokes that withdrew all the way, only to sink back into her in a pressurized rhythm that had them both moaning and loudly gasping. It was Heaven being with her like this. It calmed the hell that rioted within his conscience. "Tell me you forgive me," he begged as he worshipped her with overly-indulgent caresses of his lips and hands, re-consecrating his love for her with impassioned surging of his hips. "Tell me I haven't ruined us."
Lifting her shoulders off the bed to touch her forehead to his, Pansy ardently kissed him. "I love you, Ron. I forgive you. No, you haven't spoiled or broken us. I'm afraid though that… that I have. Do you forgive me for not telling you the truth sooner?"
He nodded, his breath exploding across her cheek in deep pants. "Baby, I forgive you, and I love you, and… hell, I'm gonna come again. Are you close?"
"Yes, and I'm still under the CD&C, so you don't have to worry," she tried to reassure him. "I won't trick you, I promise."
They kissed, and Ron could feel the gathering tension within her womb tightening the vice-like grip around his cock, dragging him deeper into her channel. When they came together seconds later, they captured each other's cries and Ron felt an immense satisfaction with the thought of filling her again with his seed. "I love you," he breathed into her mouth, tenderly kissing her for all he was worth. "I want you for always, baby."
She nuzzled his cheek as they came down together from the rush. "I love you, Ron, but… we need to talk about what to do. We need to make a decision."
He held her close. "I'm not giving you to that Durmstrang wanker. You're mine." Taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out, he knew what that meant. "You're sure that if we do this – if you get pregnant – it'll break the contract?"
Pansy nodded. "My parents sent me a copy of the marriage accords that same night. I read it back and forth. It was the same one they tried to negotiate for me and Draco only this one had already been signed, sealed and notarized by the General Registry Office as a done-deal. The only way to nullify it is if I die, or disappear so they never find me again, or I buy the contract out for 10,000 galleons, or if I become a social disgrace by bearing another man's child, despite my betrothal. It's all very mediaeval."
Ron considered her words. "But you're legally an adult at seventeen, according to the Ministry, yeah? So, your parents shouldn't have been able to sign a contract on your behalf," he argued.
She shook her head. "As long as a witch or wizard is still in school and financially beholden to their parents, they aren't considered adults by the court," she explained. "I don't have a sickle to my name, and won't come into any inheritance until my parents die - and even then, my older brother, James, gets the lion's share as the only male heir." Brushing at her eyes, she fought back another round of tears. "My choices are limited."
Ron swallowed and made the impulsive leap of faith. "Okay, then, we'll do it."
Her breath hitched. "You're sure?"
Looking down into the face of the woman he loved, Ron nodded, absolutely no regrets with the decision. "As long as you are."
There was a knock at their door, interrupting their talk. Bloody hell, the game! He hadn't even heard the chimes!
"One sec," he shouted over his shoulder. He turned back to Pansy, gently kissing her. "Hold that thought and cover up, baby. I'll be right back." Pulling out of her body with regret, he conjured a towel to wrap about his hips, tucking the end in tight. Before he answered the door, he made sure his witch was covered up under the blankets, and then opened it a crack to look out.
"Uh, you're forfeiting, I'm guessing?" Harry asked, grinning.
Ron shrugged. He turned to his partner. "Pans, we forfeiting?"
Lying across the bed length-wise on her side, her head supported on her elbow as if she were the Queen of Sheba herself, the white cotton sheet wrapped about her like a toga, she lazily smirked. "I'm not. If you want to, go ahead."
He chuckled, understanding what she was up to. "I suppose I'll forfeit then. Slytherin and Gryffindor will tie. Sound all right with you, love?"
Falling onto her back, she gave him a naughty smile. "Your decision, baby. Just hurry up and come back to bed. Oh, and get my wand while you're at it."
Shaking his head at the demanding wench he'd hooked up with, Ron turned back to his best friend. "You heard, yeah?"
Harry sighed with regret. "There goes our lead." Gryffindor's Captain silently Accio'd both his teammate's and Pansy's wands across the room to his hand, and passed them off to Ron. "Have fun. Be safe."
He nodded. "You, too, mate!"
With that, he shut and locked the door again, leaning against it for a moment as he took in the unexpected, delightful sight of his woman laying across the bed, the sheet now gone from her body. She'd reacquired the previously-discarded sex jewelry, and was currently working on reapplying it carefully around each nipple, then her clit, making cute, kittenish noises as she hunted for and found the exact pressure she wanted in each sensitive, erogenous zone. Done, she lay back and gently began tugging the chains, experimenting, fully aware that he was watching her.
Godric's bones, she was sexy! He was one lucky bastard!
Twirling their wands with both hands, a brilliant idea occurred to him at that moment. He let the towel drop as he made his way back around the bed to face her, his cock renewing its interest at the sight of her wantonly laying open for him, his come seeping from between her legs, her arousal being recalled by a clever tug here or there from her pretty hands with their nicely painted nails.
"Like what you see?" she wickedly asked in a low, husky voice, watching him openly ogle her.
Ron grinned like he'd just eaten the proverbial canary. "Well, it's not exactly a chain mail bikini, but it'll do."
TO BE CONTINUED…
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Aedel Ruaidh Rí = "Aedel" (pronounced "AAA-dill") is Old English for "Noble" (masculine form); "Ruaidh" (pronounced "ROO-eee") is Gaelic for "Red-Haired"; "Rí" (pronounced "REEE") = is Gaelic for "King."
Candiss Aedelind = 'Candace' (pronounced "CAN-diss") and all variations thereof (in this case, the 'ss' at the end seemed the neatest spelling to me for Pansy, as it looks snake-like) is the Old English version of "Kandaka" (pronounced "CAN-da-kaaa"), which is the ancient heriditary title for Queens in Ethiopia; "Aedelind" (pronounced "AAA-dill-ind") is Old English for "Noble" (feminine form).
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Musical Selection for this Chapter: "Hungry" by Ben Lee. Lyrics are as follows…
It's strange, it's mad,
to want someone so bad.
And can't you tell?
Feel it in every cell.
Our eyes, they meet…
I won't accept defeat.
I feel brand new.
Can't keep my hands off you!
And we get so hungry…
we eat each other alive.
We get so hungry…
only the strong survive.
We get so hungry…
cannot get you off of my mind.
If hearts could speak,
some things I can't repeat.
'Cause you were sent
to steal my innocence.
It's all so much…
Your love, your words, your touch.
Your glare, your sin,
makes me believe again.
And we get so hungry…
we eat each other alive.
We get so hungry…
only the strong survive.
We get so hungry…
cannot get you off of my mind.
We get so hungry.
Hungry.
Yeah.
We sleep, we dream,
discuss the things we've seen.
We take, we give…
This is the way we live!
And we get so hungry…
we eat each other alive.
We get so hungry…
only the strong survive.
We get so hungry…
cannot get you off of my mind.
We get so hungry.
Hungry.
Yeah.
We get so hungry (so hungry).
We get so hungry (so hungry, yeah).
We get so hungry (so hungry, yeah).
We get so hungry (so hungry).