Help me Ron

Pansy was laying flat on her back in the grass gazing up at the darkening sky. The sun was setting at it always gave a brilliant view. She closed her eyes and enjoyed a light summer breeze across her legs and toes.

“Great way to start off the summer.” She opened her eyes and saw Johannes Lutz. He was staying with his aunt and uncle close by like he did last summer. He aggravated Pansy to no end and it looked like he would be just as irritating as last year.

“I came out here for the solitude.” She said, closing her eyes.

“Sure you did.” He said dropping on the ground next to her. “I was hoping to see you again you know.”

“Johannes, stop it alright. I was to relax this summer. It’s the last chance I’ll have.” She said hoping he’d leave, but knowing she wasn’t that lucky.

“This may be that last time we see each other, we may as well take advantage of it.” He said, and she felt his lips on hers. Her eyes flew open and she saw him leaning over her.

“Johannes!” She pushed him away and jumped up. “Don’t you ever do that again!” She turned and ran back to her house. She didn’t stop until she made it though the front door, which she slammed shut.

“Pansy?” She recognized her mothers voice calling from the parlor. “Is that you dear?”

“Yes, Mother.” She called and then ran up the stairs. She threw herself on her bed and into a cheesy romance novel.

Over the next week Johannes seemed to follow her everywhere. She couldn’t go into town alone because he’d find her, she didn’t go on walks because whether she liked it or not he joined her. She didn’t dare try to go swimming, because who knows what he’d do if he saw her in a bathing suit.

She was beginning to get angry at his constant shadowing. When her mother asked her to pick up a book she ordered she was on constant vigilance watching over her shoulder. She thought she was safe until an arm draped over her shoulder out of nowhere.

“Where did you come from?” She asked, brushing his shoulder off.

“I’m old enough by England law to apparate now.” He said trying to take her shoulder again.

“Then apparate away. I’m busy.’ She gave his arm a hard shove and picked up the pace in her walk.

“You know, you haven’t been very nice to me, and I always try to see you.” He said, catching up to her in a few long strides.

“Johannes,” she stopped and faced him, “you ask me out on dates, and I have said no. I don’t like how you keep trying, so no I am not going to be nice to you. Understand once and for all, I am not attracted to you.” She turned and began walking again.

She thought she might have succeeded in getting him to go away but she was wrong. She didn’t have time to breathe much less scream as a hand covered her mouth and one gripped her waist.

She was dragged backwards into the forest she was walking along, losing one of her sandals along the brush. She tried to get a foothold on anything but he moved to fast and was too strong. She tried to scream but the sounds couldn’t leave her throat. His grip tightened, and she whimpered at the pain along her jaw.

She was hurled to the ground and as she drew a breath to scream, a kick was delivered to her ribs. The scream died before she could let it loose and she doubled over, gripping her side in pain. Another kick was delivered but it landed on her hand this time and the pain shot up her arm. She knew something was broken.

She tried to crawl away but a hand grabbed her hair and yanked hair, bringing out a scream. When she was flat on her back a slap hit her cheek then a punch threw her head to the side. A bright light went off behind her eyes as the contact was made and her whole face exploded in warmth.

“I will not go away until I have what I want.” He growled at her, then reached under her skirt, ripping her knickers away. Pansy heard the tearing of the fabric and tried to close her legs but he forced them open and slid his body between them.

“Johannes, don’t!” She cried out, trying as best she could with one arm to push him away. “Don’t do this to me!” She screamed out. She got another punch to the face, and this time he grabbed her throat.

She felt her air being cut off and grabbed his wrist but she couldn’t budge it at all. His hands were moving frantically between her thighs. She heard and felt the belt buckle open and the jeans fastening give way.

“No!” She cried out as loud as she could, but it only amounted to a whisper with no air behind it.

With a pain that ripped her body in two, she was penetrated. She had to listen to his growl of pleasure, but Pansy felt nothing but torture. He body was sliced down the middle again and again as he thrust hard.

“I can feel you bleeding for me.” He told her. She tried to kick but it was futile. He was to strong and he injuries too away most of her strength. She felt another blow to her face and he moved faster and faster, driving deeply inside her. With every thrust, Pansy whimpered and cried, the pain inside her too much to bare. She wanted to die. He insides were being torn apart and she couldn’t get away.

All of a sudden the hands were pulled from her throat and she sucked in air. The inflation of her lungs caused the pain to shoot through her ribs and along her torso. The pain made her cough out and she clutched at her ribs. Johannes body was yanked away, and Pansy rolled to the side, clamping her legs shut and trying to breath through the pain.

She heard the rustling and snapping of twigs on the ground and the grunts that accompanied the punches she heard. The grappling was unmistakable and she forced herself to look up at her surroundings.

She saw Ron Weasley delivering blow after blow to Johannes. Ron had Johannes on the ground, sitting on his chest and punching his face. Pansy couldn’t see any features beneath the blood, and she cried out again from the pain.

Ron looked over at her, and through her tears she saw his anger wiped away by concern and panic. He drew out his wand and in mere seconds, Johannes was tied to a tree by thick roots and secured in place, unable to move. His trousers were past his hips and Pansy blood covered his now limp cock.

Ron approached her slowly, kneeling down on the ground. “Pansy?” He said softly. She looked up at him but she couldn’t speak. “I’m going to take you to St. Mungo’s. You don’t look like you can walk.”

She tried to move but the pain tripled and she cried out. She let the tears fall and looked up at him again.

“I’m going to carry you and apparate there, alright?” He said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He said.

She tried to control her tears and gave him a small nod. He shot an Auror signal to the sky and gently took her in his arms. When he had her secure, she relaxed, crying again from the pain.

Aurors showed up and Pansy stayed still and quiet as Ron told them Pansy was raped and he was taking her to St. Mungo’s. They would find him there if they needed to talk to him.

The pull of apparition brought a new level of pain and she cried out as the staff of St. Mungo’s sprang into action. Ron followed a healer into a room and eased Pansy onto the bed he indicated.

The pain was great by now and she gave in to it, crying out. Ron didn’t want to leave her, but the nurse told him that Pansy needed to be examined and he shouldn’t be there.

“How long will she have to stay?” Ron asked the nurse.

“At least a day or two, her injuries are very severe.” She said. Glancing behind him, she nodded. “The Aurors are here to speak to you.”

Ron was interviewed by the Aurors and then escorted home. He was concerned about Pansy but was told that he could try and visit her the next day. His mother was proud of him, tearing up as she praised his behavior. His father however was deeply concerned.

“I’ll take you tomorrow, Ron.” Arthur told him. “Are you alright son?” He asked when his mother left the room.

“She’s so small dad, how can anyone hurt a woman that small. He could have killed her.” He said.

When a man saw something like that, it didn’t vanish easily. Ron was young and ever inch the gentleman. Arthur wondered how his son would be able to handle the violence he saw tonight. As it was, Ron had trouble sleeping that night and had to get a sleeping draught from his mother.

A/N: I also posted a story called Driving Lessons under crossovers. Check it out and review it please. it’s a one shot.