Author's Note: I own nothing but the plot and strange dialogue, JK owns the characters and various places ect. Also this is were I'm going to put my various Ronsy/Ransy one shots, song fics and drabbles. This one is going to a songfic using 'Feb.15th' by Bright Eyes, I do not own those lyrics and if I was half the writer Conor Oberst is these would be better. xDD Also Review and favorite is love:3!
WARNING: Smutiness at the end! Also it's a lot longer than I expected.
With decisions to be made
I'm sure all of them were wrong
Into this song, I send myself
And with these drinks I plan to collapse and forget
This wasted year
These wasted years
Devoted friends, they disappear
Feb. 15th
By Bright Eyes
Pansy was all dressed up and abandoned, Draco had once again chosen his work over her and this always leads to her weakness. She had sat at the restaurant alone for far too long, the stares and whispers that surrounded her table was deafening. With the poise she was embedded with from a young age she walked out of the place and into a local pub. In this particular night the tavern was full, she had ordered a glass of wine when she felt the stares of a stranger and retreated to a back table by the window. Her turbulent relationship with Draco was one for books, arguments lead to screaming which lead to throwing things until something broke in them and they collapsed giving in to the lust they had for one another. Her eyes were focused on her reflection of her compact mirror, trying to fix her makeup when she heard a laugh. She looked up to see Weasley and Potter enjoying themselves far too much compared to the state her emotions were in. A sly smile spread across her lips as she watched the duo.
As the last drink of her wine passed through her lips she had come to the conclusion to go say hi to her old school mates. She stood up when she saw Harry pull away from Ron with the look of astonishment plastered on his face. Her delicate hands smoothed down the tight dress before running through her hair, if she was to be seen by people who thought they knew her she was going to look faultless. The greeting escaped her lips with ease as the two gaped at her. "Uh-Hello Parkinson." Harry stammered out the salutation completely ignoring hers. Pansy quickly stuck out her hand, "Nope, Malfoy now," she said as she moved the ring slightly causing the light to shine on it impeccably. "Well soon to be Malfoy." She finished with bitterness only she could sew through his surname before puffing the last bit of her cigarette. Harry glanced at Ron, who was still in a state of dismay, "Congrats then, you're the first one out of Hogwarts I've met, who is engaged." Harry said feeling the air move from joyful to detached between the now trio. A wide smile spread across her lips, being the first at anything was a triumph for her. "Really? I would have thought Weasley here would have asked Granger to marry him right after the battle." She said as she nodded her head slightly towards Ron, the mention of Hermione caused him to come out of his trance. "That just shows how much you know then doesn't it?" he spat as he was flooded with the anger he came in here with. Pansy raised her eyebrow as she stubbed out the clove cigarette in an empty bottle on the bar and separating the two with her back to Harry, "Looks like I've touched a nerve Weasley," she said as moved her face closer to his "Don't worry," she winked at him, "I won't tell anyone." She removed her hand from his shoulder and ordered a round of fire whiskey for the three of them.
Harry glanced at his watch, "Shit, look Ron I have to go. Ginny wants to go do something with your mother tomorrow morning." He said as he gulped down the rest of his beer before sliding out from his seat. Ron's eyes had mysteriously found their way to Pansy's round bottom as she leaned on the bar while waiting on the drinks, he pulled them away when Harry spoke. "Really, are we all suppose to be there?" he asked trying to remember if Hermione had told him about this gathering or not. Harry shrugged, "I think so, but don't take my word for it." He said as he looked at Pansy, as she took his spot in the stool next to Ron. Pansy's eyes darted from Harry to Ron, "Are you sure you two can't stay for one more drink?" she asked with a pout as she pointed at the fresh shots before them. Harry shook his head, "No I have to go it's quite late. Although it's good to see that you and Malfoy are getting along." He said with a smile before looking at Ron, "What I still have half a beer left." He said as he swirled the beer around in the brown bottle. Harry leaned to Ron's ear, "Just don't do anything stupid." His words although brought out of concern caused Ron to feel belittled. "Yeah, yeah I know." He said shrugging off Harry, and with a wave he walked out.
Pansy crossed her legs as the ginger next to her shuffled uncomfortably, "You know you can go, it's not like I need your company or anything." She said as she moved to face the bar, she leaned on the counter with crossed arms unknowingly causing her cleavage to be more pronounced. Ron noticed, "And you're the last person I want to talk to so let's just finish these shots and I'll go." He said as he pulled his eyes away from her pale chest. She ran her hand through her hair as Ron gulped down his beer, "Wow Weasley I didn't know you were such a drinker that fuzzy brunette has led you to it I suppose," she said with a sigh. She ran her tongue over her bottom lip tasting the intriguing residue that clove cigarettes leave behind. Ron rolled his eyes, "And I suppose Malfoy is all rainbows and sunshine?" he asked placing the empty bottle onto the counter. She looked at him as a twinkle of anger flashed in her eyes before the overcast of indifference covered it up. "I knew what he was when we got together, besides we have shots to attend to." She grabbed one and handed it to the redhead, the brush of their hands slightly touching sent a wave through her arm that traveled to her spine. She ignored it and grabbed one for herself, "Let's toast," she said as she raised the tiny glass into the air. Ron looked at her as he scrunched his face up in confusion, "To what?" he asked as he raised his glass. To him it seemed like a rather forced silly form of friendship. Pansy pursed her lips as she thought for a moment, "To making the world jealous of our lives." She said with the same vibrancy she had when she walked up to him. His blue eyes rolled over her, "That's the worst toast ever." He said before he brought down his hand to his lips throwing the shot down his throat. Pansy let out humph before doing the same, the burning that slid down her throat reminded her that she was still alive, while Draco for this moment in time was not. Ron's contoured face caused Pansy to giggle, "Not a liquor drinker I see." She said as the warmth of the liquor filled her body with a feeling she indulged in every time Draco chose something over her, which was far too often then, she let on. Ron shook his head as the added liquor filled his belly and mingled with the beer that was there first.
His head was spinning when the flash of Pansy lighting another cigarette stopped it, "Why do you smoke?" he asked feeling unchained from his usual stammering self her presence used to bring. Pansy puffed on the filtered end before she blew it out away from them, "Why do you drink?" she asked in retort to his question. Ron narrowed his eyes at her, "I asked first Parkinson." He stated as his eyes traveled over her curvy form that was closer than he had ever dreamed of it being. Pansy gave a small shrug as she noticed his traveling eyes, she shifted so her chest stuck out a little more and that gave her back a little more length, "I smoke because some find it sexy." She said in sultry voice as she looked at him, he had grown to be an attractive man, but he was still tied down to that mudblood. Ron chuckled, "You mean Draco finds it sexy," he stated with a roll of his eyes. Pansy took a deep inhale off the slender cigarette, "For your information, Draco hates it. But others find alluring," she purred as the white smoke emanated from her lips. Ron focused on the way the smoke seemed to pour out of her lush pink lips the right amount, her tongue ran over her top lip causing him to be aroused at the sight. "Now tell me why someone like you drinks," she said while she moved to face her companion. "It makes me feel good, "he said simply as he was reminded that this was Pansy Parkinson, Malfoy's soon to be wife and a wave of embarrassment washed over his mind as he thought of Hermione. Pansy lightly placed her cigarette in an ashtray the bartender brought over before she leaned over and placed her hand on his knee, "And why would you need to feel good, Weasley?" she asked as her deep green eyes connected with his bright blue ones.
He could have blamed the liquor that poured through his veins, or his emotional state that moment when he decided enough was enough, but no he didn't. One only blames something on other things when they feel they have done something wrong, he didn't feel it was wrong. The way her lips were parted, inviting him to kiss them, and the way she moved closer to him, it all felt right. Their lips crashed together, yearning for contact from the other and the whimper she let out when he cupped her face in his hand to deepen the kiss would drive any man wild with desire. Pansy pulled away first, "Although I do enjoy putting on a show Weasley. We must remember that I am pledged to someone else." Her whispered words, as she looked at his lips in want, were just simple words. "Then for tonight promise to be mine," he asked as felt his heart racing, the lust building up inside him and forgetting where they were. She looked up into his eyes, "Come with me then." The heat between the pair faded as she stood up and pulled him by the arm out the door. And, with a loud crack they were no longer on the sidewalk outside the pub; no they were somewhere dark and silent. Ron's eyes tried to focus on the location as they scanned the room. "Pansy?" he asked as he didn't feel her next to him, fear rushed through his head as the thought of her tricking him, came into his mind. She pulled out her wand and with a flick of her wrist lit all the candles that adorned the room. "Did you lose me Weasley?" she purred in a playful tone. As the light poured from the candles he saw her, the wand in her hand before she set it on the nightstand next to the bed and his desire overran his fear. He walked to her before he wrapped his arms around her form and pulled her to him. She looked up at the taller man as their lips collided once again.
Pansy moaned into his mouth as he moved his hands down her back unzipping her dress in the process, "Don't think this means I like you Weasley." She said breathlessly as he moved his mouth to the crook of her neck, while his hands slid the dress off with ease. His lips parted as he moved them to her ear, "I wouldn't have it any other way Parkinson." He whispered before nibbling on the lobe, Pansy felt goose bumps go up her arm as she undid his pants before dropping down to slide them and his socks along with his shoes off. The bulge from his excitement was clear through his boxers as he stood before her, a smile came across her lips as she thought of the taste of him. She slowly stood back up in a way that caused her breast to graze his member making him gasp from the contact. Her hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his body for the first time as he grabbed her hair and pulled her into another kiss. Pansy pulled away once more, "Let's get rid of this pesky shirt first." She said as she lifted the shirt off of him, his body was much like his face covered in freckles yet it was toned from the hard training of the years past quidditch playing. Her eyes traveled over his freckled body as she licked her lips, Ron couldn't take any longer and pulled her towards him before they both fell onto the bed. Pansy giggled, as looked down at him her arms on either side of his head and moved her legs so she was straddling him. She pushed herself away from his face as she arched her back causing her to press against him as she unlatched her bra. His hands instantly began to roam over her, they started at her hips where he lightly gripped them to then, moved to her stomach sending chills throughout her body. Ron moaned as she ground herself on top of him; she threw her head back as his hands began to lightly play with her nipples making them more erect. Ron couldn't contain himself any longer he quickly grabbed her hips and rolled on top of her, his leg hitting the nightstand.
His lips started at the nap of her neck as she let out whimpers, he traveled to both of her nipples flicking each one with the tip of his tongue before biting lightly, her breaths quicken as hand did the rest of the moving. He lightly dragged his fingertips around her flat pale stomach as she bit her bottom lip; he rolled off her as he played with edge of her panties. She lets out breathy exhale before he bit the spot on her neck and slipping his digits under the silky undergarments. "Weasley!" she exclaimed as the rush of pain and pleasure washed over her body at the same time. He moaned into her neck as his fingers felt how wet she had become, he gently began to run his middle finger on her lips as she began to squirm clearly wanting more than teasing touching. He pulled away from her, the clear disappointment on her face as he stood up, "On your stomach Parkinson." He said with a stern voice, she smirked at him before doing as she was told. He took off his boxers before he slid hers off of her, her ivory skin complimented the dark blankets that were on the bed, and the candlelight made her skin give off a softness he hadn't noticed until now. His hand gripped her hip as the other took hold of his aching member; he began to run it on her wet mound, causing a low growl to escape her lips before he entered her. She instantly threw back her head as a scream of pleasure flowed from her throat, his hands moved to her hair as he pulled it. Right then he didn't care about her pain tolerance as he thrusts rhythmically in and out of her. "Oh god you're so fucking wet Parkinson." He said as he pounded into causing her feel his length go deep inside her. She arched her back further as she reached his hand on her hip, "Touch me Weasley," she said in a half scream as he yanked her hair once more. She guided his hand to the right spot, the throbbing little nub that was begging to be touched. Ron began to circle it with his index finger which sent a moan out of Pansy.
With every moan, scream and whimper that escaped her lips Ron found it harder and harder to keep from his climax. He pulled out of her before he reached the point of no-return and flipped her on her back once more. She was taken aback by the sudden change in position, but before she could say anything she felt his tongue on her. "You taste so good." He said before returning to licking up her juices that flowed from her. Pansy grabbed his hair as she bucked her hips against his face wanting to climax like this, "Oh Weasley," she said as she arched her back. "Don't stop, please don't fucking stop." She commanded as she edged closer and closer to the bless she hadn't experienced in month. He moaned with her as she screamed from the intense pleasure that started from her loins and spread out through her body. She collapsed flatly onto the bed as her heart tried to settle, her eyes looked at him, "Fuck me Weasley." She said as her hand slid across her own naked body, Ron smiled as he stood there, "Your such a whore Parkinson," he said as he pushed his length into her once again. At first she was still too tight from her climax, but at her request he pushed himself in and out of her. His hands held tight on her hips as he became animistic, Pansy watched as he used her giving her great pleasure, "Oh Merlin Weasley!" she let out as he pressed against her G spot. Ron looked at her, "Call me Ron" he commanded as he shoved his full-length into her. She gasped, "Oh Ron!" she responded before they both fell onto the bed in as they reeled from the waves of pleasure.
++Honestly I don't know if that was good or not DD:++
