fic: Revenge (re-post)
Title: Revenge
Pairing: Ron/Pansy
Rating: R
Summary: Draco has run off with Hermione, leaving Pansy with a desire for revenge.
A/N: I don't own them, JKR does. And let's just say, for the sake of the argument, they're both 18. ;) This fic has been posted before, but I'm pretty sure the original post has been lost to the bowels of this journal. Anyhoo, I doubt anyone has read it before because I'm positive that the original posting of the fic was locked because I was so ashamed of writing Ron/Pansy PWP. Ah, how my morals have diminished.
This is dedicated to
im_nyoo_nyeaf my inspiration and muse. Hopefully this will hold you over until I can pound out the Draco/Cho plat.
"Revenge"
"So, this is it?" Ron Weasley asked as Pansy Parkinson set several locking spells on the Slytherin girls’ dormitories.
Pansy rolled her eyes at the red-haired wizard and continued her work with a silencing spell on her four poster bed. "Yeah. Just like the Gryffindors, but we worked out the counter-hex for getting the boys in long ago. Funny that the Gryffindor girls haven’t figured it out as well. Really comes in handy during final exams when we need a little stress release," Pansy placed a hand on her hip and smiled suggestively at Ron, "Many a good time I’ve had on this bed. So, shall we give it a go then?"
She put one leg up on the edge of her bed and rolled down her black knee high sock while Ron watched greedily. It was all for show.
"So, we’re in agreement?" he asked hesitantly, kicking on his shoes and removing his red and gold tie.
Pansy removed her other sock ceremoniously and then padded over to Ron. She stared at him seductively with dark eyes. She lifted herself on tiptoe and whispered into his ear. "No commitment. Just simple revenge on the two people who stabbed us in the back." She breathed, her tongue teased his earlobe.
Ron let a tiny growl escape him. "I hope she chokes on his Pureblood dick." He seethed.
Pansy tried to block out the image Ron had just so vividly painted for her. She didn’t want to imagine it. The fact that Draco chose a mudblood over her infuriated Pansy to no end.
Shagging Ron was her most perfect plan of revenge. Draco would be disgusted when he heard of this and she could just see the look on Granger’s face when Ron would tell her that he bagged the hottest girl in Slytherin. Yes, it was like killing two birds with one Avada Kedavra. Ron was cute-he was no Draco-and without her regular bedmate, she doubted she’d be getting any love and affection in the near future. Ron would just have to do.
"Tell me what you want, Ron." She said, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a black lacy bra.
Ron could feel all his blood rush to one place in his body as she watched Pansy tease him. She brushed her fingers over her milky chest and Ron had the sudden urge to taste her skin.
He had to admit, Pansy had an incredible body. Her subtle curves and smutty charm made up for her lack of moral character. She was no Hermione, but she’d be perfect for what he wanted: a revenge fuck.
"I want you."
Pansy rolled her eyes at him. She sat on the edge of her bed, hiking one leg up and to the side, her bare foot resting on her trunk. Ron’s eyes wandered beyond her tiny school skirt.
"You’ll need to be more specific," she said, glaring at him through dark lashes. Merlin, no wonder Hermione cheated on him, Pansy thought, he had no creativity.
"I want you to do to me what you do to him." Ron said, stepping closer to the Slytherin Princess.
That’s much better, she told Ron subliminally. When he was close enough, she ran her hands up his chest to the collar of his shirt, where she began to unbutton his shirt. "First, we snog. Just to get things heated up." She prompted him.
Ron brought his hand to her neck, right at the end of her short, dark hair. He pressed his lips to Pansy’s softly. Pansy finished her work on his shirt and pushed it off his shoulder while she tilted her head. She nibbled at Ron’s full lower lip and opened her mouth in compliance when she felt his velvety tongue begging for entrance. The continued on for a while, exploring new and forbidden territory. Ron moved his lips to her neck. Pansy felt him bite down on the soft skin of her neck. She knew it would leave a mark and just smiled, thinking of Draco’s sorry face.
"Sometimes he likes to undress me while we kiss…sometimes he kisses me…all over." Pansy was surprised to find Ron’s fingers already at the center of her back, unhooking her bra. She allowed him to dispose of the scrap of lace and gave her shoulders a little shimmy for extra measure. Ron nearly went cross-eyed. He lowered his lips to her collarbone and trailed kisses down her chest. He took one of her breasts into his mouth, his tongue flicking her nipple mercilessly. He cupped her other breast in his hand and caressed it.
Pansy buried her hands in his ginger hair, her toes curling unintentionally. She let a little gasp escape her. She had to admit, when it came to foreplay, Ron knew what he was doing. When Pansy couldn’t take the torturous pleasure anymore, she moved her hands to stroke Ron through his trousers. She had to get back at him for the sensations he was evoking in her.
"Oh god, Pansy." Ron breathed against her chest as he felt her hands on his erection. This girl was incredibly sexy and if she kept things up, this evening was going to be over sooner than he expected.
"Do you like it?" Pansy asked, slipping her hand inside his boxers so she could caress him freely. She enjoyed seeing the anguished (in a good way) look on his face.
Ron bit down on his lower lip and nodded his head. "Do you ever-go down on him?" he asked.
Pansy raised an eyebrow at Ron. He wasn’t as stupid as he seemed. "Only on special occasions," she said, before unzipping his trousers letting them pool at his feet. She dragged his boxers down with her as she knelt in front of him. At first, she teased him with her breath and tiny kisses at the tip. She took him fully into her mouth, lolling her tongue around him like on of those muggle popsicles-what were they called? Big Sticks? Pansy tried not to snort with laughter, scolding herself for comparing the poor boy’s bits to ice cream. She knew Ron was enjoying himself. She could hear him groan, once in a while whispering her name. He was pulling on chunks of her hair, which Pansy found to be erotic. Draco never wanted to do anything kinky with her. But now was not the time to think about him either.
Ron pulled her up to him. "I can’t wait any longer." He breathed. He pulled her skirt off her slim hips and stripped her of her knickers. Pansy backed onto the bed and pulled Ron down with her. He positioned his cock at her wet entrance. He brought his lips to hers for a quick kiss, tasting himself in her mouth. With one thrust, he buried himself inside her. Pansy shifted and adjusted to his width. Ron began to move in and out of her, slowly at first, then gaining more confidence.
"You feel so good." He moaned against her neck.
"Mmm." Pansy replied, but something wasn’t right. He wasn’t affecting her. She could feel his thrusts coming quicker, knowing he was close to climax. I’m going to have to fake it, she thought, horrified. If there was one thing Draco was good for, it was getting her to her orgasm. No wonder Hermione left Ron! She realized, And now that little whore is with my Draco. And he’s making her come, the little fucker.
"Oh! Yes, Ron! Yes!" she called out dramatically as he came, collapsing on her in a panting heap. She even dug her nails into his arse for extra measure.
Ron rolled off of her and snuggled in next to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed the side of her neck. "You’re a beautiful woman, Pansy. Thank you." He said softly.
It was then that all plans of revenge came crashing down. There was something in Ron’s gentle embrace and tender words that melted Pansy’s heart of ice. Draco had never said such sweet things to her after they fucked or held her like Ron was doing so now. Pansy cursed Hermione for being such a stupid witch. How could she let something like this go? Pansy cursed herself for realizing that her no commitment plan to Ron had flown out the window the second he had kissed her. There was something intriguing about the Gryffindor and she had just begun to get to know him. A little practice and he’d be in tip-top shape in no time, she thought happily, snuggling into his warm body.
A vision of she and Ron holding hands, walking to Potions class and the look on Draco and Hermione’s face came to her. She smiled secretively. Maybe fucking wasn’t the right plan of revenge, perhaps something more public would do the trick.
Pansy interlaced her fingers with Ron’s and closed her eyes. "Stay here with me tonight, please?" she asked.
"I’m not leaving," Ron whispered, kissing her shoulder and pulling up the green sheets around their naked bodies.