Six Months, (Ron/Pansy), Wizard_Love Exchange 2007
Title: Six Months
Genre: Harry Potter
Main Pair/Char: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Beta'd: By
rosehiptea
Rating: NC17
Length: 2,147 words
Posted at:
wizard_love
Author's Note: Written for
sapphocles (
freckles42) for the
wizard_love 2007 Art/Fic exchange.
Six Months
“Good morning, Theo. Bones.” Pansy Parkinson greeted while walking into the main office. She was bright and cheerful despite the dreary, rainy weather outside the Ministry.
“Morning, Parkinson.” Susan Bones replied, eyeing the other woman as she strutted by to perch on the edge of Theo Nott’s neat desk.
Pansy’s robes were the brightest color in the office building- a vivid emerald green that went nicely with her dark hair and fair skin. The draping of the cloth was artfully charmed to show off her curves and legs as well as hinting at her cleavage with a modest dip in the collar. The overall effect had caught many appreciative glances on her way here. Pansy looked good and she knew it.
“You realize Weasley is on the war path for you?” Theo asked, quiet and composed as he sipped his morning tea.
Pansy rolled her green eyes, smiling as she shrugged her shoulders. “What’s got his knickers in a twist now?”
“You didn’t file the proper paperwork for the raid last week.” Susan cut in, her own brown eyes annoyed.
“Oh really, how picky can you get?” Pansy demanded, speaking more to herself than Theo or Susan. “Not only did I help stop a smuggling ring but I also identified two confirmed Death Eaters. What more does he want?”
“It doesn’t matter if the paperwork isn’t complete.” Theo explained to her, leaning back in his chair calmly. “It’s as good as if it didn’t happen.”
Shaking her head, Pansy pushed herself off Theo’s desk to stand and smooth her robes. “Who cares about paperwork if the deed is done?”
“Ron apparently does.” Susan pointed out.
Pansy laughed loudly, enjoying the attention it brought her. “Since when did I care about what Ronald Weasley cares about?”
“Since you started working for him.” A deep voice spoke up from behind her, causing Pansy to wince.
Turning slowly, Pansy met the cold blue eyes of her boss. Ron Weasley stood a head taller than her and was twice as wide in the shoulders. He had filled in nicely with muscle after his growth spurt. His skin was still pale and spattered with freckles but stray scars could be found all along his body. They were visible reminders of the recently won war.
Pansy’s smile returned but it wasn’t nearly as wide as before. She placed her hands on her hips, preparing to do verbal battle.
“Good morning, Weasley,” she told him, falsely sweet.
They were both aware of the many eager eyes on them. Their animosity toward one another was legendary in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Ever since Ron, who was head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, hired Pansy on as a freelance Hit Wizard and informant, they had been battling. Their public rows produced stories that kept the gossip mill busy for weeks.
“In my office, Parkinson.” He replied, ignoring her greeting.
Eyebrows rising at his brusque order, Pansy pursed her lips in thought and took her time sauntering to the door of his private office. Ron followed silently, only passing her to open the door as manners dictated.
Once they were both inside, Ron closed the door and charmed it to lock. From experience Pansy knew that as soon as the door locked silencing spells were activated on the office. Ron’s office was neat but homey, with pictures of friends and family on his desk and walls. A Chudley Cannon’s poster was on the back of his door- it always made Pansy smile.
“You know,” she started, turning around to face him, “you are really awful at acting.”
“I wasn’t acting.” Ron growled, blue eyes bright with annoyance and something else. “You didn’t get that paperwork done for last week’s raid.”
His long arm easily slipped around her waist and he pulled her against him. Pansy was smiling wickedly at him and she raised a manicured hand to run through his auburn hair.
“Yes I did, I left it at your flat on the nightstand.” Pansy kissed him lightly, teasingly. “It’s not my fault you can’t find anything in that mess.”
Ron kissed her back, this time more deeply. His hands traveled from her waist to her hips before curving over her arse. Pansy’s hand tightened on his scalp and her free hand found his shoulder. Their tongues pushed and stroked against one another.
“Do you remember what today is?” She asked against his mouth, slightly breathless.
Ron really wasn’t trying to remember much of anything when his hands were sliding under Pansy’s skirt and over her smooth thighs. He kissed and nibbled along her neck, inhaling her smell and perfume.
“No.” Ron murmured honestly, sucking lightly on her earlobe. “No knickers day?” He went on hopefully.
Pansy rolled her eyes in annoyance even as shivers ran down her body at his mouth. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”
Ron kissed her before she could berate him any further and the passion had Pansy moaning. Growing impatient, Ron finally tightened his hold on her ass and lifted Pansy off her feet to carry her the few steps to his desk. Pansy chuckled and helped him by wrapping her legs around his waist. Teasingly, she squeezed him with her thighs as her hands stroked over his chest. Ignoring the paperwork and office paraphernalia, he set her down on the desktop.
“It’s the six month anniversary of our first time.” Pansy told him before he could kiss her again.
The statement had Ron pausing and he looked at her in slight disbelief. “It’s been six months already?”
Pansy nodded, grinning. “I know, surprised me too. I want to go to my flat tonight, just like our first time.”
Ron couldn’t help but smirk when thinking of the event. It was the hottest, sexiest memory he had. After weeks of verbal sniping, teasing, and innuendo, Ron had finally reached his breaking point and barged into Pansy’s flat, ready to tell her off. He hadn’t expected to find her in only her knickers and he hadn’t expected her reaction to his presence.
The resultant sex was mind-blowing and had them calling off work the next day. They had been together ever since, though no one knew of the affair. The fact that Pansy had remembered the date of the anniversary had surprised Ron. She never was very emotional or clingy when they were together (no pet names thankfully), but was always just as eager and ready as he. It had been a mutual decision to keep the affair secret.
Before he could think further on this development, Pansy was kissing him and her hands were sliding down his chest, over his stomach, and had found his growing cock through his trousers. All thoughts that didn’t revolve around this moment were gone from Ron’s mind.
Pansy smiled in satisfaction at his moan, her hands gently squeezing and cupping the hard ridge through the fabric. Ron braced himself with his hands on his desk, leaning in closer between Pansy’s thighs as her hands moved over him.
“Our first time is my favorite,” she was whispering to him, knowing he loved it when she talked during sex. She unzipped his trousers and pulled him free from his clothes.
“It always makes me wet thinking about it,” she continued huskily before nibbling and sucking at his bottom lip. Her hands expertly teased and stroked his cock as she spoke, causing him to shudder all over.
Frustrated with his lack of control Ron shoved his hand under Pansy’s skirt, finding her knickers quickly. He slipped his fingers under the satin fabric to brush against the soft curls and lips of her pussy. Just as she had told him, she was warm and wet.
Finding her mouth with his own, he kissed her forcefully as his fingers started teasing and circling her clit. Using his free hand he found her breast to start toying with her nipple through the thin fabric of her robes. Pansy was whimpering lightly in his mouth and her hands were slowing on his erection until eventually she was just holding him lightly. He felt her getting closer and sped up his ministrations.
Finally, when his thumb found her clit and his finger pinched her nipple she came, crying out his name as she trembled. Ron waited for her to calm, panting against her shoulder, his cock aching. He stepped back enough to pull her knickers off her and down her legs, tossing them away before replacing himself between her thighs. The head and ridge of his cock slid up against her pussy and he closed his eyes when he felt her heat.
Pansy was pulling at his shoulders insistently and wrapped her legs back around his hips- trying to bring him closer to her, bring him into her. Ron eagerly obliged her, sliding into her with a deep groan. Pansy cried out again as he filled her, panting along with him against his neck. He stood still for a few seconds, long enough to hook an arm under one of her knees to lift her leg slightly. The angle caused Pansy to lean further back over his desk and Ron had to look up at the ceiling as he started slowly pumping in and out of her.
He couldn’t look at her when she was like this- spread out over his desk with her red lips pouting and panting, those green eyes dark with heat watching him as he slid in and out of her warm, gripping pussy. Looking up and counting ceiling tiles was the only way to keep from coming, though Pansy’s little whimpers and moans were making that more difficult.
He felt Pansy’s hands slide over his neck and shoulders, running through his hair and slipping under the collar of his shirt to feel his warm skin. Keeping his eyes closed he lowered his head, adjusting the arm holding her leg up as his other hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt again to her wet folds.
His fingers felt himself moving in and out of her and he shuddered, knowing he was close. Opening his blue eyes, they quickly found hers and he stroked her clit again. He watched her as she came again, tightening around him, and he quickly joined her.
They rested there on the desk for a few seconds until Ron felt himself go soft inside of her. She was panting lightly against his neck and he tilted his head to find her lips. He kissed her and she sighed against him.
Then there was a knocking on the door that had them both up and moving quickly. They had much practice at returning things to order in a short amount of time. While Ron was zipping up his trousers and straightening himself Pansy was using some quick cleaning charms and pulling her knickers back on.
“Be at my flat at seven sharp. I’ve had my favorite restaurant cater and I don’t want the food to go cold,” she ordered with a quick peck and a smirk.
Her words had Ron thinking again and he caught her wrist before she headed to the door.
“Pansy,” he started, ignoring the second knock. “If you want to go out…”
He left the words hanging, watching her reaction. Her green eyes widened and she looked stunned. Ron felt a tug in his chest when she didn’t say anything, but it quickly disappeared when he saw her smile. It was a smug smile he knew well.
She kissed him deeply then, as if she were trying to swallow him, and he wasn’t surprised to feel himself respond.
“We’ll talk about it tonight,” she told him over the third, more insistent knock.
Then she was out of his arms and stomping towards the door, shouting before she even flung it open.
“Just because you’re my boss, Weasley, doesn’t mean you can talk to me that way!” She yelled into the quiet office, practically shoving the timid looking office assistant in the doorway to the side.
Ron fell into step quickly, raising his own voice to be heard. “Well maybe if you did your bloody job Parkinson, I wouldn’t have to!”
Pansy gave him a rude gesture for the benefit of the crowd and Ron returned it with a door slam.
Susan and Theo watched Pansy storm out of the office, a wave of whispering and rumors following in her wake.
“I wonder what went on in there.” Susan nodded to Ron’s office, a look of curiosity on her face.
Theo smirked, shaking his head. “I guess we’ll never know.”
He didn’t think it prudent to mention the hickey he saw on Pansy’s neck as she stormed out- the hickey that hadn’t been there previously. He could only assume Pansy knew what she was doing. Whatever relationship she had with Ron Weasley, he wished them the best.
Genre: Harry Potter
Main Pair/Char: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Beta'd: By
rosehiptea
Rating: NC17
Length: 2,147 words
Posted at:
wizard_love
Author's Note: Written for
sapphocles (
freckles42) for the
wizard_love 2007 Art/Fic exchange.
Six Months
“Good morning, Theo. Bones.” Pansy Parkinson greeted while walking into the main office. She was bright and cheerful despite the dreary, rainy weather outside the Ministry.
“Morning, Parkinson.” Susan Bones replied, eyeing the other woman as she strutted by to perch on the edge of Theo Nott’s neat desk.
Pansy’s robes were the brightest color in the office building- a vivid emerald green that went nicely with her dark hair and fair skin. The draping of the cloth was artfully charmed to show off her curves and legs as well as hinting at her cleavage with a modest dip in the collar. The overall effect had caught many appreciative glances on her way here. Pansy looked good and she knew it.
“You realize Weasley is on the war path for you?” Theo asked, quiet and composed as he sipped his morning tea.
Pansy rolled her green eyes, smiling as she shrugged her shoulders. “What’s got his knickers in a twist now?”
“You didn’t file the proper paperwork for the raid last week.” Susan cut in, her own brown eyes annoyed.
“Oh really, how picky can you get?” Pansy demanded, speaking more to herself than Theo or Susan. “Not only did I help stop a smuggling ring but I also identified two confirmed Death Eaters. What more does he want?”
“It doesn’t matter if the paperwork isn’t complete.” Theo explained to her, leaning back in his chair calmly. “It’s as good as if it didn’t happen.”
Shaking her head, Pansy pushed herself off Theo’s desk to stand and smooth her robes. “Who cares about paperwork if the deed is done?”
“Ron apparently does.” Susan pointed out.
Pansy laughed loudly, enjoying the attention it brought her. “Since when did I care about what Ronald Weasley cares about?”
“Since you started working for him.” A deep voice spoke up from behind her, causing Pansy to wince.
Turning slowly, Pansy met the cold blue eyes of her boss. Ron Weasley stood a head taller than her and was twice as wide in the shoulders. He had filled in nicely with muscle after his growth spurt. His skin was still pale and spattered with freckles but stray scars could be found all along his body. They were visible reminders of the recently won war.
Pansy’s smile returned but it wasn’t nearly as wide as before. She placed her hands on her hips, preparing to do verbal battle.
“Good morning, Weasley,” she told him, falsely sweet.
They were both aware of the many eager eyes on them. Their animosity toward one another was legendary in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Ever since Ron, who was head of the Magical Law Enforcement Squad, hired Pansy on as a freelance Hit Wizard and informant, they had been battling. Their public rows produced stories that kept the gossip mill busy for weeks.
“In my office, Parkinson.” He replied, ignoring her greeting.
Eyebrows rising at his brusque order, Pansy pursed her lips in thought and took her time sauntering to the door of his private office. Ron followed silently, only passing her to open the door as manners dictated.
Once they were both inside, Ron closed the door and charmed it to lock. From experience Pansy knew that as soon as the door locked silencing spells were activated on the office. Ron’s office was neat but homey, with pictures of friends and family on his desk and walls. A Chudley Cannon’s poster was on the back of his door- it always made Pansy smile.
“You know,” she started, turning around to face him, “you are really awful at acting.”
“I wasn’t acting.” Ron growled, blue eyes bright with annoyance and something else. “You didn’t get that paperwork done for last week’s raid.”
His long arm easily slipped around her waist and he pulled her against him. Pansy was smiling wickedly at him and she raised a manicured hand to run through his auburn hair.
“Yes I did, I left it at your flat on the nightstand.” Pansy kissed him lightly, teasingly. “It’s not my fault you can’t find anything in that mess.”
Ron kissed her back, this time more deeply. His hands traveled from her waist to her hips before curving over her arse. Pansy’s hand tightened on his scalp and her free hand found his shoulder. Their tongues pushed and stroked against one another.
“Do you remember what today is?” She asked against his mouth, slightly breathless.
Ron really wasn’t trying to remember much of anything when his hands were sliding under Pansy’s skirt and over her smooth thighs. He kissed and nibbled along her neck, inhaling her smell and perfume.
“No.” Ron murmured honestly, sucking lightly on her earlobe. “No knickers day?” He went on hopefully.
Pansy rolled her eyes in annoyance even as shivers ran down her body at his mouth. “I’m not surprised you don’t remember.”
Ron kissed her before she could berate him any further and the passion had Pansy moaning. Growing impatient, Ron finally tightened his hold on her ass and lifted Pansy off her feet to carry her the few steps to his desk. Pansy chuckled and helped him by wrapping her legs around his waist. Teasingly, she squeezed him with her thighs as her hands stroked over his chest. Ignoring the paperwork and office paraphernalia, he set her down on the desktop.
“It’s the six month anniversary of our first time.” Pansy told him before he could kiss her again.
The statement had Ron pausing and he looked at her in slight disbelief. “It’s been six months already?”
Pansy nodded, grinning. “I know, surprised me too. I want to go to my flat tonight, just like our first time.”
Ron couldn’t help but smirk when thinking of the event. It was the hottest, sexiest memory he had. After weeks of verbal sniping, teasing, and innuendo, Ron had finally reached his breaking point and barged into Pansy’s flat, ready to tell her off. He hadn’t expected to find her in only her knickers and he hadn’t expected her reaction to his presence.
The resultant sex was mind-blowing and had them calling off work the next day. They had been together ever since, though no one knew of the affair. The fact that Pansy had remembered the date of the anniversary had surprised Ron. She never was very emotional or clingy when they were together (no pet names thankfully), but was always just as eager and ready as he. It had been a mutual decision to keep the affair secret.
Before he could think further on this development, Pansy was kissing him and her hands were sliding down his chest, over his stomach, and had found his growing cock through his trousers. All thoughts that didn’t revolve around this moment were gone from Ron’s mind.
Pansy smiled in satisfaction at his moan, her hands gently squeezing and cupping the hard ridge through the fabric. Ron braced himself with his hands on his desk, leaning in closer between Pansy’s thighs as her hands moved over him.
“Our first time is my favorite,” she was whispering to him, knowing he loved it when she talked during sex. She unzipped his trousers and pulled him free from his clothes.
“It always makes me wet thinking about it,” she continued huskily before nibbling and sucking at his bottom lip. Her hands expertly teased and stroked his cock as she spoke, causing him to shudder all over.
Frustrated with his lack of control Ron shoved his hand under Pansy’s skirt, finding her knickers quickly. He slipped his fingers under the satin fabric to brush against the soft curls and lips of her pussy. Just as she had told him, she was warm and wet.
Finding her mouth with his own, he kissed her forcefully as his fingers started teasing and circling her clit. Using his free hand he found her breast to start toying with her nipple through the thin fabric of her robes. Pansy was whimpering lightly in his mouth and her hands were slowing on his erection until eventually she was just holding him lightly. He felt her getting closer and sped up his ministrations.
Finally, when his thumb found her clit and his finger pinched her nipple she came, crying out his name as she trembled. Ron waited for her to calm, panting against her shoulder, his cock aching. He stepped back enough to pull her knickers off her and down her legs, tossing them away before replacing himself between her thighs. The head and ridge of his cock slid up against her pussy and he closed his eyes when he felt her heat.
Pansy was pulling at his shoulders insistently and wrapped her legs back around his hips- trying to bring him closer to her, bring him into her. Ron eagerly obliged her, sliding into her with a deep groan. Pansy cried out again as he filled her, panting along with him against his neck. He stood still for a few seconds, long enough to hook an arm under one of her knees to lift her leg slightly. The angle caused Pansy to lean further back over his desk and Ron had to look up at the ceiling as he started slowly pumping in and out of her.
He couldn’t look at her when she was like this- spread out over his desk with her red lips pouting and panting, those green eyes dark with heat watching him as he slid in and out of her warm, gripping pussy. Looking up and counting ceiling tiles was the only way to keep from coming, though Pansy’s little whimpers and moans were making that more difficult.
He felt Pansy’s hands slide over his neck and shoulders, running through his hair and slipping under the collar of his shirt to feel his warm skin. Keeping his eyes closed he lowered his head, adjusting the arm holding her leg up as his other hand slid up her thigh and under her skirt again to her wet folds.
His fingers felt himself moving in and out of her and he shuddered, knowing he was close. Opening his blue eyes, they quickly found hers and he stroked her clit again. He watched her as she came again, tightening around him, and he quickly joined her.
They rested there on the desk for a few seconds until Ron felt himself go soft inside of her. She was panting lightly against his neck and he tilted his head to find her lips. He kissed her and she sighed against him.
Then there was a knocking on the door that had them both up and moving quickly. They had much practice at returning things to order in a short amount of time. While Ron was zipping up his trousers and straightening himself Pansy was using some quick cleaning charms and pulling her knickers back on.
“Be at my flat at seven sharp. I’ve had my favorite restaurant cater and I don’t want the food to go cold,” she ordered with a quick peck and a smirk.
Her words had Ron thinking again and he caught her wrist before she headed to the door.
“Pansy,” he started, ignoring the second knock. “If you want to go out…”
He left the words hanging, watching her reaction. Her green eyes widened and she looked stunned. Ron felt a tug in his chest when she didn’t say anything, but it quickly disappeared when he saw her smile. It was a smug smile he knew well.
She kissed him deeply then, as if she were trying to swallow him, and he wasn’t surprised to feel himself respond.
“We’ll talk about it tonight,” she told him over the third, more insistent knock.
Then she was out of his arms and stomping towards the door, shouting before she even flung it open.
“Just because you’re my boss, Weasley, doesn’t mean you can talk to me that way!” She yelled into the quiet office, practically shoving the timid looking office assistant in the doorway to the side.
Ron fell into step quickly, raising his own voice to be heard. “Well maybe if you did your bloody job Parkinson, I wouldn’t have to!”
Pansy gave him a rude gesture for the benefit of the crowd and Ron returned it with a door slam.
Susan and Theo watched Pansy storm out of the office, a wave of whispering and rumors following in her wake.
“I wonder what went on in there.” Susan nodded to Ron’s office, a look of curiosity on her face.
Theo smirked, shaking his head. “I guess we’ll never know.”
He didn’t think it prudent to mention the hickey he saw on Pansy’s neck as she stormed out- the hickey that hadn’t been there previously. He could only assume Pansy knew what she was doing. Whatever relationship she had with Ron Weasley, he wished them the best.