Ronald wasn't sure if it was a dream or a nightmare, but he was frightened. Pansy Parkinson was trouble and these dreams were driving him mental. What should he do? Meet her again as she suggested or forget it? He was oh so keen to go, because that night before was pure bliss, just brilliant.
Decided then. He was going. The day went on a blur, so distracted as he was barely noticed Harry's preoccupied look. Back to the common that night when he was about to leave, was stopped by his friend:
- Are you alright mate? Where you heading to?
- Huh... I'm fine and hm... I need to check something at the library.
- Oh, alright! – Harry obviously didn't buy it but let it go. Tough Ron never checked things at the library.
Walking through the corridors he was pale and could badly ménage to breath. They seemed so much longer and his steps louder. He followed to the library by intuition, felt like he was going to find her there, she was way too arrogant to be found again at the dungeons as she was waiting for him. Closer he started to her whispers and felt better. Got in and marched to some dark shelve, waiting for some magic and trying not to look so desperate. Distantly he heard steps but they went away as they came close and he waited, waited and waited. He was getting tired and sleepy; maybe he should forget and go to his bed. That was ridiculous anyways. He went out of the shelve and collided with something, better, someone.
- Sorry. – he mumbled.
- You... – a girly voice whispered. – What you doin' here?
- I a… Came to look for a book – he answered hoping not to give himself up after noticing it was her.
He was definitely intimidated after last night. She was like a vision in a skirt, no robes this time and a button blouse. He noticed her delicate neck even tough he had an strange face, hair pinned up.
- And did you find it already? – She asked apprehensively.
- Well, I a… Didn't find it yet but there is something…
- Shut up Weasel!
- Ron. You should call me Ron.
- Don't think old habits die so fast. We are not friends therefore that's not possible.
- Well, you could never be friendly right? But we need to talk about what happened. And for Merlin's old pants stop behaving like a spoiled little girl.
- I'm spoiled? And you would know everything, wouldn't you? Since you walk around the castle with your little friends like you are heroes and own this place. But at least Pot-head survived to death and Granger is a goody two shoes. But you…
- Ohhh, is that what sweetie Draco has been sulking about. I think it has a name.
- Oh shut the fuck up. You know nothing about…
With that the heated argument started but it wouldn't last longer because somehow Ron was hypnotized. She wasn't pretty as Hermione but she had grown nicer to his eyes after what happened. It might sound a little opportunist but it was how it worked. He bent down and silenced her with a kiss and partly surprised partly grateful mumbled.
- He has no balls to shag me.
- Good, because I don't think he deserves.
- We should settle this down. – She suggested totally dropping the cold act.
- I don't suppose this is not reachable; you just said we are not friends.
- We are not friends but this; it's not something you need to be friends with but we can use benefits of our partnership – She answered smoothly.
- Alright.
They sealed the conversation with joy and to make things easier Ron pushed Pansy up against the shelve from their hiding place. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and opened her legs so he could stay between them. Lowering his right hand to the length of her tight he pressed it hard.
- Put it there – She half moaned.
- Wha?
- Your fingers.
First he didn't understand that but then he got it. She wanted him to touch her there, so he did. Slowly and teasingly he dragged his index finger to her middle. Passing through the barrier of her panties he felt the heat and instinctively searched for a button, a dot or whatever they call it the twin's magazines. He felt a bulge and rubbed it.
Pansy moaned softly. He did it again and he same reaction. Kept doing it.
- Merlin, you're good! Try and put it inside.
- And you're pretty fit. – He said through kisses.
He was slightly confused about this 'putting inside' but pushed his finger up there anyways. Ron realized he was technically inside her and it felt funny. The texture.
- Go faster – She ordered.
Taken aback in concern he hesitated but continued to pump it and kiss her. Pansy started to breath erratically and and suddenly convulsed, her body trembling. He could her and 'oh' distantly. And with a final shiver she was completely supported by him. After that moment she seemed much more passionate, kissing him. He pressed her back and she went hands down to his pants. But this time neither of them, wanted to stop kissing. So she would to take matters with her hand.
Soon enough it was his time to succumb and it was over. Nothing compared to the last time but even like that, it was awesome. They didn't want to split and the fact that they were at the library was forgotten.
- We need to get back… hmmp – Pansy said.
- Yeah, we do.
They slowed down then, sweet good-bye kisses. One last overwhelming kiss and they were settling down their clothes. She gathered her sack and was gone.
Ron stood there for a while, felling like he had run a marathon. Time to go back. Again the corridors looked suspicious, but maybe he was paranoid. He didn't know what time it was but soon he was in bed.
He didn't dream and slept tight. Harry had to wake him up so he could take a quick shower at least. Found his friend waiting for him at the breakfast table.
- Morning! – Ron cheered.
- Morning. But when did you get back last night¿
- Oh… I suppose it was a bit late.
- Ron?
- What?
- What is it in your neck?
- What what?
- This bruise.
- Good morning Ronald! – Hermione approached.
- Good morning Mione! – Ron answered to a surprised Hermione.
- Would you have a mirror in you sack love? – He asked gently.
- Why would I have?
- Well, are you or are you not a girl?
- Well, I certainly am a girl, but the main question is: are you or are you not a wizard? – She answered incredulously.
- Are you or are you not a muggle born?
- Well Mister, it too early to discuss with you so… - She pointed at some piece of bread at Seamus plate. - REFLEXO!
- Thank you Hermione.
Sitting properly she asked:
- Why do you want a mirror Ronald?
- Harry says I've got a horrid bruise at my beautiful piece of neck.
And there stood the proof of his late business with Parkinson.
- Well Harry, I don't know how I got it but I know I fell asleep while studying so-maybe it was there.
Hermione wasn't paying attention but Harry saw his mate's ears go red.
- Hemione! – Ron called.
- Yes Ron.
- Could you heal it for me?
- Sure – Answered while pointing her wand at his neck and muttering a non-verbal spell.
- So Ron… - Harry started suspiciously. - How is it going with your potions assignment?
- Thanks Hermione – He said first. – I think as it should. Smooth, thank Merlin.
- And there are no more disagreements?
- We manage that now by agreeing that the project is more important. So we will finish as soon as possible. – He thought about what he was hiding. How 'bout ya?
- Good. Malfoy is a pain in my arse. But we are… hm… dealing. He does the potions since he is so smart and I the paperwork.
- Good for you though I think Mione is the luckiest. Already finished. Come on!
While joking Ron sensed someone approaching while walking to class. He felt a brush of hand in his bum and suppressed a laugh by blushing in the end. Pansy passed beside him and when sure nobody was looking winked at him. Graciously dropped the Slytherin scarf in her hands. She bent down to catch it and his vision blurred. She was wearing red laced panties. Merlin's sake. She rose. But lying on the floor, was a little note. He took it.
Meet me at the Room of Requirement after supper. Bring food.
He smiled.
Soon it was time to go meet Pug-Face. Funny. He never thought that someday he would 'see' her like that. He quickly finished his dinner, now seeming stupid to get food, but food was always a good thing. He got up and started to gather his stuff when a voice brought him up to surface.
- Where you heading to? – Asked Harry
- I've got to meet Parkinson. We are about to finish it.
- Nice.
- Se ya Harry, Hermione.
Following to the kitchen and when he was in looked for and elf. Tapping in the back of the first he saw.
- Hello
- How can Boots help Master?
- Would you have some tarts or cakes I could take?
- Boots is going to look, just wait.
- Sure.
Soon he came with a bunch of paper plates in his little hands.
- He it is Master.
- Thanks!
- Does Master want anything else?
- No. Bye
He hurried to the room. Blood boiling from excitement.
I need the place where Pansy is waiting for me.
I need the place where Pansy is waiting for me.
I need the place where Pansy is waiting for me.
Slowly, a door started to form in front of his eyes and so the doorknob. He waltzed trying to look calm, the place was in shadows. He could identify the fireplace, a couch, a study table and a lunch table. Pansy nowhere in sight. He motioned to the lunch table dropping the paper plates.
- Hello! – Pansy greeted.
- Hi.
- So you brought food…
- Sure
- Good.
- Well, you can get closer. Kiss me if you fell like it.
- Or you can do it.
- I always do something, lazy git.
Ron laughed. She approached graciously. Resting a hand in his shoulder tenderly kissed him.
- We should go to the couch. – She whispered.
- Right.
They sat side by side awkwardly. The situation was way too suggestive to him.
- You'll kiss me this time.
He turned to her. Hands already roaming through her waist while kissing her neck. Untucking her shirt, she wasn't wearing tie so began to unbutton it too.
- Why don't we take it all? Let's get up.
The awkwardness came back again. She dropped her skirt. His trousers came off and she saw her only in red laces then. Surprised he asked:
- Why red?
- Match with your hair? – She suggested.
- Sure it is. It matches with your inner Gryffindor. – He tormented her while getting close.
Now only in their undergarments, she turned away to take her bra.
- Why do you do that?
- I want you to see them in their best shape. – She took a while before turning back.
- Best shape? They're tits. Always awesome.
- It's better when they are up.
- Well, I don't… - She silenced him.
Back to the couch they just stayed there, kissing and kissing without getting tired or rushing. Slowly he bent down a little so he could mouth her nipples and with his right hand descended so he could take of her panties. Fingers playing around her button. She whimpered. She was trying to take of his trousers then, he finished the job easier. Got up and presented his full erection.
She smirked. Took his hand and made him lay beneath her while she descended to work down but he felt her slowing down.
- I don't want to end it like this. Let's do it.
- Do what?
- Sex Weasley.
- Whoa whoa, what you're talking about? You mental?
- I'm perfectly fine and rational, so are you.
- You are one hundred percent sure about this?
- Yes, just be gentle. – That she slurred.
He took potion, changing places.
- You really want it?
- Now? More than anything!
- Well, now so do I but later when you think properly.
- Shut up. Right now you're ruining one of my first experiences by talking.
- Alright. – Ron kissed her.
- Just be gentle…