Wishlist: The Dawn (Ron/Pansy)
Author: Seraphime Rising
Recipient: Terravayne
Title: The Dawn
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Request: Infidelity - A and B just can't stay apart, even though they know it's wrong
Rating: PG - 13
Word Count: 852
Summary: Pansy loved dawn. She just never realized how much it related to her relationship with Ron.
The Dawn
Pansy loved the dawn. But not for the reasons that most did. She loved it for only one reason - it reminded her of her lover. Pansy loved to sit on the porch of their cabin buried in the Scottish woods and watch the navy coloured sky become awash with a fiery red before fading into a brilliant, bright blue.
The navy sky reminding her of her lover's eyes, the moment he saw her at their cottage in their few stolen weekends. The red of the dawning sun had the same bold hue of his locks of hair that she loved to run her fingers through. And the brilliant blue of the early morning sky shared the same colour as his eyes when he would tell her good-bye until the next time.
This quiet Sunday morning, Pansy watched the sun begin to appear as dawn broke. She was sitting on porch swing of their little cottage, wrapped up in a quilt while holding her mug full of tea with both hands. She shivered briefly from the early morning chill as she took a sip of the warming liquid.
“You're up early,” she heard her lover's voice from the front door.
Turning her head, she smiled at him and reminded him, “You know I love to watch the sun rise.”
“Why didn't you wake me?” He responded moving towards her, clad only in his plaid pajama pants.
“You just looked so peaceful and rested that I didn't have the heart to wake you,” she said unwrapping her own scantily clad body from the quilt so he could join her on the porch swing. “You said you haven't been getting much sleep since Hugo was born and Hermione insisting on going back to work so quickly.”
“But I get less time with you,” he whispered, pulling her into his lap; wrapping the quilt around them both to protect them from the early morning chill. “A stolen weekend maybe twice a year these days?”
“You still need your sleep,” she whispered back, settling into his body for the comfort it always provided her. Then she decided to lighten the mood and teased him, “Since I know I have this rather odd tendency to keep you up at all hours when we are here.”
It didn't work though.
“Theo's lucky to have you,” Ron told her, giving her body a gentle squeeze that made her feel like a woman in his arms before taking the mug from her so he could have a sip.
“And Hermione is lucky to have you,” she whispered, nuzzling his neck and placing a gentle kiss on it. “Let's not talk about that now. Not here. Not on our last day together until who knows when.”
“I know, but they always seem to be lurking behind everything we do here.”
“I know,” she sadly replied. “But I also know that I really love Theo.”
“And I really love Hermione. Most days anymore.” He whispered the last part so quietly, that Pansy barely heard him. It tugged at her heart that he had become so miserable in his relationship with the supposed love of his life.
“What I really hate,” Pansy started as she ran her fingers along his naked chest as she took in his smell trying to make sure she could remember it until the next time they could get together. She then quietly continued, hating that she was about to admit this, “I really hate that it is not enough. That Theo will never be enough for me. Not since I found you.”
To her surprised, she heard him say, “I completely understand.”
“Do you ever feel guilty?” she whispered, taking the mug back.
“Every time I return. You?”
“Same,” she admitted, before sipping from the mug. “What eases your quilt?”
“Just being around Hermione day in and day out for days at a time. There are days she makes it so hard to be with her with all the criticism and emasculation. And I know there are other days, that I want to leave but I can't trust her not to turn Rose and Hugo against me for leaving. So by the time we can meet here again, I find that any guilt I have or had is gone.”
“Same here,” she softly said. “Sometimes, I think it would be better to end this but then I know I would really end up hating Theo and he deserves better than to have a wife who resents him because he can't make me feel the way I know that you do. But at the same time I also can't bring myself to leave him because I know it will destroy him. And I love him too much to do that to him.”
“So how did we get here?” Ron whispered, as the sun broke from the dawn. “Stuck between what is right and what is right for us? Perpetually at dawn.”