This Fic was SUPPOSED to be short! I blame you, I WAS BOTWP! (you spoil me so, much love) Dammit. Here we go again…

M. x

It had been exactly one week since her and Ron Weasely had liquidized their luck and Pansy had gone through several stages of emotional range since then. She had begun with denial, then moved quickly to satisfaction before nearing utter and complete outrage. That bloody bastard had most definitely NOT given her the best shag of her life before up and leaving her birthday dinner without a second thought! She had given him a chance to prove himself worthy and he had failed miserably. So then why, why? She continued to ask herself in vain, was she standing outside some shitty little bro flat near Tower Bridge?

She huffed in annoyance, pulled out her wand to unlock the front door and looked both ways before letting herself in. Pansy climbed the stairs with all sorts of thoughts on her mind. Even after her decadent birthday delight with the boys, she was still feeling sort of… put out. Sirius was wonderful, but they didn't do much talking. Weasely, on the other hand, had allowed her to talk about things she was sure she hadn't even told to herself. His brutal honesty and blunt nature made it easy for her to be herself around him, to open up. Needless to say, after three short days away from his presence she had begun to feel, well…lonely. Sirius' body usually kept her busy, but now he, Granger, Draco and their newest resident, Potter, were all much too focused on the stupid Umbridge woman to give her any attention at all. She had been banished, first thing Monday morning, to the dungeons with Severus. And although she had been able to prod and harass him about Weaselette for hour upon hour, she had eventually grown bored, especially when he had promised to hex her lips shut if she didn't stop talking. Pansy wasn't sure which lips he was referring to and decided to be silent, just incase.

And for all of that, she was going to blame Weasely. If he hadn't been so rash and hotheaded she could have used her charms to lure him back in, to sooth him. But of course, he had taken his things from Grimmauld place and disappeared that same night. She was furious. He'd left her! It wasn't until tonight that she had finally caved and activated the Muggle tracking device she had slipped into Ron's jacket pocket. Slytherin! Pansy had purchased it on the Muggle phone Granger had given her. She loved all forms of shopping, and therefore had begged Hermione to teach her how to "online shop."

She used the tracking device on her phone to find him and then apparated with immense determination. She was going to give him a piece of her mind. She rounded a corner of the shabby corridor and stopped in front of a dingy looking door. She looked down at the phone with a victory smirk, shut it off quickly and then unlocked the door before stepping into the unknown….

The room was dimly lit and messy. She silently made her way through the apparently deserted apartment; checking a small kitchen and inspecting a bathroom. She moved down a dark hallway towards the back of the flat where there were two more doors. She hesitated outside the first, pressing her ear against the door. Just as her hand closed over the knob- large, rough fingers reached out from the dark, curling around her throat with a crushing grip; she slammed into the hard body behind her and felt the tip of a wand against her temple. Before she could react, she was being dragged backwards into another room and then thrown forcefully onto a bed. A door slammed and she turned quickly to face her captor head on. Pansy felt herself get wet almost instantly. She licked her lips, getting into a kneeling position on the bed as Ron Weasely stood before her, wearing absolutely nothing at all. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs together and biting down on her lips.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing breaking into my apartment at 3am?" He growled at her.

"The door was unlocked-"

"No it bloody wasn't!" He yelled storming across the room towards her. "And how the hell did you even find me? What do you want?"

"God Weasely, you really know how to kill the mood." She huffed getting off the bed and sauntering up to him. "One question at a time." She stopped directly in front of his naked form, looking him up and down.

"How did I find you? I have my ways. What do I want? That depends on this conversation."

"Meaning?"

"Why did you leave?" She stamped her foot suddenly. Beyond furious that he had abandoned her in his time of need. Wait what?

His hardened eyes turned to shock. "What? You actually expected me to stay there, after she-"

"Hermione didn't do anything that you didn't do. Actually, she did less. Big deal, she slept with Potter! Who fucking cares? Were you even together? "

"That's not the point." He spat, grabbing her arms roughly. "They betrayed me! They lied to me!" He roared with pain.

"Well who can blame them!? When you constantly act like a child and fly off the handle! They obviously knew you couldn't deal with the truth. Who the hell wants to put up with that? You are fucking selfish if you can hate them any more than you should hate yourself!" He slapped her. Time froze as Pansy turned her face back to him with all the rage in the Universe. She hauled back as hard as she could and he didn't even try to stop her. She walloped him with such a force that he could hear the blood singing in his ears.

"Don't you ever-" She hissed with fury. But Ron seemed to be finished with the discussion. He shoved her violently as her legs hit the bed and she fell back with a gasp. He was on top of her within seconds, pinning her down, his heat radiating through her thin dress, it was infuriating…and intoxicating. He restrained her arms above her head and lowered his face down to hers. His breath tasted like whiskey as it fell over her face in a rough rhythm.

"Why are you here?" He whispered, staring into her eyes with conflict.

"I…I don't know." He scoffed at her. "I just….didn't think you were a coward." He ground his teeth menacingly as his grip tightened on her wrists. "I'm…not good at this, Weasely. I don't know how to say what I…feel." She looked extremely uncomfortable. "It's just that, when we, you know…last week. Obviously it was the liquid luck, but….I can talk to you. You, seem to…understand me."

Ron had loosened his grip and sat back on his heels, looking down at her with a strange emotion.

"What are you saying, Parkinson? That you missed me?" He laughed at her.

"You know what Weasely? Go fucking rot." She pulled herself up into a sitting position, but before she could move he had thrown her back down.

"You missed me." He smirked at her and she rolled her eyes.

"I enjoy our discourse."

"You mean intercourse."

"That too."

"You did?"

"Didn't you?"

"Are you kidding me!? It was bloody fantastic." They grinned at one another before an awkward tension filled the room.

"Look." Pansy began, scowling up at him. "You can't possibly know how un-bloody-bearable it is in that prison right now. None of them are any fun." She pouted as she slid her body seductively against the sheets, hiking up her dress a little. "They are constantly working and nobody is yelling or causing fights, it's just dreadful tension everywhere you go."

She definitely wasn't lying about that. Having Potter in the house was much, much worse than Weasely. Pansy had gotten used to him and Draco's animalistic dealings, and knew that whatever Ron and Hermione had was really nothing in the grand scheme of things; Granger had said it herself. But with Potter, Merlin every conversation was a psychological mind fuck. It was as if Draco was refusing to lose his cool just to prove himself as fair and sophisticated as Harry. It was clear Malfoy was going to do absolutely anything to win Hermione over. Whenever Pansy encountered them together, Draco and Harry were mostly silent, whatever they were like when they met with Granger behind closed doors was another thing. Dinner was the worst. They would subtlety lash out with slicing innuendos or detached threats, while Granger would sizzle in fury at the awful tension that she was creating. Unintentionally? Pansy wasn't so sure. Regardless, it seemed to be doing her head in and she was now spending copious amounts of time either locked down in the dungeon with Draco or shut up in the library with Potter for hours. To be honest, Hermione was getting so much damn attention that Pansy was feeling a bit left out. "I'm used to your chaos. It was extremely inconsiderate of you to not consider how your decision to leave would affect me."

"And why should any decision I make affect you?" He asked in genuine surprise.

"Because. If you come back, I will make it worth it a hundred times over."

"And what makes you think that's what I want?" She arched her back, pushing her full breasts against his chest as her sharp, polished nails slid down his bare back. He hissed through his teeth.

"It's what any man wants." She taunted with sultry eyes.

"And what do you get out of this?" He asked, already sliding his hands over her neck and chest before tearing her dress down to expose her hardened nipples.

"We'll worry about that later…" She purred reaching down to grab his already pulsing, hard cock. He shut his eyes and buried his face in her chest, sucking greedily at her nipples. She gasped in delight as she parted her legs and slid him into her hot, wet core. He moaned and bucked into her like a needy man. Pansy smirked as she tightened her limbs around her prey, sucking him in with all of her powers.

"Yes." He rasped as he ploughed into her over and over again.

"Yes what?" She breathed, throwing him swiftly onto his back before tearing off her dress. He stared at her in awe as she mounted him, sinking swiftly onto his throbbing dick. She sighed with pleasure as he grasped her hips with crushing strength. "Yes what?" She repeated forcefully beginning to ride him.

"I'll, I'll come…." He couldn't speak, the things her body was doing to him…she was sending him to a place where thoughts no longer existed. She was bouncing up and down, squealing with delight, her breasts slapping against his rough lips.

"You'll come where Weasely? Inside of me?" She hissed wickedly into his ear. She pulled her entire weight off of him, hovering above him with taunting glee. "I sure hope so." She had to be a demon. No woman had ever possessed him like this. She slapped him again. "Tell me!" He grabbed onto her hips and looked into her wicked eyes.

"Yes. Yes. I'll come back." A triumphant smile passed over her features but it was only for a split second. Ron Weasely had flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her roughly against him, forcing her onto her hands and knees, then entered her with one swift thrust from behind. He leaned over her and yanked her by the hair, forcing her back to arch and her pussy to clench. She whimpered as he breathed into her ear.

"And you, Pansy Parkinson, are going to be my little whore. Aren't you?" He tugged at her hair as he slid out of her slowly, his cock resting between her lips, rubbing against her, teasing her mercilessly. She moaned pushing her hips back against him. His hand came down hard on her plump ass, she cried out as her juices ran down his length. "Aren't you?" He hit her again and she came undone.

"Yes! Yes!" She cried, Pansy Parkinson had lost her mind. The pleasure and pain were consuming her. She needed it now.

"Say please." He taunted, running his hands over her tingling backside.

"Please." She choked, and with a shout of laughter followed by an intense growl, Ron Weasely rammed into her with a speed and intensity she couldn't even begin comprehend. She was screaming, and coming and crying and laughing. She had him. He was coming…

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