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Prompt 28 – Excess

His eyes opened.

Moonlight streamed in through the stain glass windows that lit the infirmary during the daytime. Blinking his eyes several times he tried to remove the persistent haze that clouded his vision.

He wondered briefly about why he was in the infirmary but the throbbing in his head prevented him from thinking to much further or harder than he must have been injured in today's Quidditch match against Ravenclaw.

Realizing that he had left Pansy alone sent him into a state panic. He tried to sit up but realized that there was a weight pressing into his side. Looking down, he saw Pansy lying beside him, her eyes starting to flutter. She moved just enough as she struggled to wake, to allow Ron to sit up though he quickly regretted the action due to the pounding that was going on in his head.

He watched her rub her eyes and then suddenly stop. Pansy removed her hands from her eyes. Her hazel eyes staring at him in disbelief, wide-eyed.

Ron wasn't sure exactly what happened next. One moment he was sitting up with a pounding headache looking down on the most important thing in his life; the next, he was flat on his back with a sprite of a girl straddling his lap pounding on his chest with her fists, crying and fussing at him for making her worry.

Initially, he thought the reaction was a bit excessive. However it didn't take long before he started thinking that it was the most beautiful sight in the world.

It took him a couple minutes to catch both of her flying fists. Holding tightly on to her wrists, he pulled her down so she was laying on top of his chest. Her chest heaving against his. Her face swollen, red and wet; a truly beautiful sight to Ron. Adjusting his hands so that both fists were restrained in one, he took his free hand and gingerly, caressed her face wiping away the tears.

"Ron," she whispered painfully, her voice cracking even on the simple word.

"I'm sorry princess," he whispered back, unable to stop himself from continuing to touch her face even though there were no more tears for him to wipe away. "I'm so sorry."

"I thought I was going to lose you."

"It's going to take a lot more than...what exactly happened?"

"You took a bludger to the head before you fell off of your broom," she explained, leaning into his caressing hand instinctively.

Ron couldn't tear his eyes away from her as his mind went into overdrive with what he really wanted to do at that moment. He watched her lean into his hand, her eyes closed, a look of peace starting to wash over her face. His breath hitched as she turned her head and placed a gentle kiss against the palm of his hand; her lips lingering there, causing Ron to forget how to actually breathe at the moment.

Yet somehow, he found a way to whisper her name breathlessly that sounded achy and desperate even to his own ears. Ron watched Pansy turn back to him with a soft smile on her face. A beautiful, gentle, soft smile that warmed more than just his heart.

He wanted nothing more at that moment than to capture her lips in a bruising kiss: to taste her; to claim her; to make her his and his alone.

His body froze at that thought with the cold reality of their situation pouring him over him. Here was the girl who needed him and he was drooling over her like a horny teenage wanker. He felt like such an arsehole.