The Alternative to Matrimony

A/N: this one was suggested by a review. Hope you enjoy it.



Ron’s home was huge. It had several bedrooms and guest rooms. Ron inherited his parents generosity of allowing guests at any time for any reason. He made sure he had plenty of rooms.



He handed his cloak to a house elf, and immediately went into his study. He settled himself onto the couch with a few letters that were waiting for him. He sipped a vodka as he opened the first letter.



Ron,

I don’t blame you mate, and no, I wont make you feel guilty. Hermione always had a feeling about Sara. I bet your glad she was the one who formatted your pre-marital contact. You should send her chocolates.

I never would have thought you would end up with Pansy but I can understand her side as well. Sunderson is a git if there ever was one. Ginny also agrees and hopes Pansy is well. I think she may want to visit when she’s settled.

Oh by the way, Sunderson was making some inquiries about you to some of the other aurors. Just so you know. I’ll owl if I hear anything else.

Harry



Ron set the letter down. He’d mention his sister to Pansy tomorrow. He didn’t want Pansy to feel alone. Maybe she would like a visit from his sister. He picked up the next letter.



Mr. Weasley,

The sale of property is final. The proper seals are on the necessary paperwork. Here are the keys. The original and as requested, one copy. If there is anything else needed, please don’t hesitate to ask.

James Lucas, Solicitor



Ron took another drink and smiled. He held the keys to his love nest in his palm. Lifting his wand, he banished the keys to his cloak pocket, then picked up the next letter.



Ron,

I made a few requests for the material on the property in Russia. It looks good and when the land is quite good according to the natives. If your willing to back it, let me know. I can arrange a meeting with owners.

Also, I’m not sure if you know, I only got back today, but Nereus Sunderson was asking about you when I ran into him at the exchange. Has something happened while I was away?

Draco



Ron went to his desk and wrote a reply. The sooner Draco knew and the more he knew the better. He explained what Pansy’s situation was and what her new situation happened to be. He knew Draco would say nothing to Sunderson. Pansy was his friend and he felt the same about Nereus as Ron did.



He sent his owl off and refilled his vodka, before sitting down again. He had not wanted to leave Pansy. He would make time in the future so he would be able to spend the night with her.



Having an office at her house would be a good idea too. That way if he was stuck with paperwork to go over, he would at least be stuck with her. He closed his eyes, remembering the visit. Pansy was everything he needed. She was passionate and she even tried to learn how to pleasure him. He found himself thinking of divorce. Granted he could but he didn’t want to give her anything.



Hermione had gotten his contract settled for him. If he wanted to divorce her, he would have to give her a settlement. On the other hand, if she wanted to leave, she would leave with nothing. Hermione made sure he held the power. The fidelity clause only applied to her. She couldn’t stray from the marriage but Ron could. As much as he liked.



Ron wondered why Hermione had added that, but she seemed sure. When it came to light that Sara had only married Ron for his money, he saw Hermione’s reasoning. If Ron went outside of marriage, Hermione was sure she would leave, thus giving up rights to a divorce settlement. Ron had to hand it to her, Hermione’s feelings about Sara were



Ron didn’t know if she read the contract at all. If she did she would have seen that she had a lot to loose. He wondered what she would do if she found out about Pansy. He didn’t plan to tell her, Pansy was his business.



“Ronald?” He closed his eyes and let out a groan as he heard his wife’s voice. He didn’t answer her, she would find her way to him. “I didn’t hear you come in. Have you been here long?” She waltzed in sat down across from him in an armchair.



“I’ve only been here a moment.” He said going back to his drink.



“You know Ron, you really should get some new robes. You have the status, it should be reflected in your wardrobe.”



“You reflect that enough for the both of us.” He said glaring at her. “I don’t care about opinion, you know that.”



“I’m only trying to make your appeal more to the business world.” She argued.



“The business world can sucks its own tit for all I care. They look at galleons and nothing else.”



“Really Ronald, that kind of language isn’t necessary is it?” She feigned a look of shock.



“Sara, what do you want? I’m tired.”



“Well, just because you’ve had a bad day, that’s no reason to take it out on me.”



“What do you want?” He repeated.



“Do I need a reason to spend time with my husband?” She gave a disgusting smile.



“You only want to spend time with me when you want something?” He kept his hard look.



“Well,” she said, abandoning the smile, “I was wondering where you were tonight?”



“I was out.”



“I think you should make an effort to be home earlier.”



“Why.”



“Why not?” She feigned ignorance this time.



“Sara, do you have a point to this?” He was losing his temper.



“I don’t like the comments some of the ladies make. They seem to know where their husband are all the time.”



“They also seem to care about their husbands.” Ron said looking her in the eye.



“I care.” She said. She might as well have asked him to pass the salt.



“You care about your status, not me.”



“I care about your appearance too Ron. Gossip effects us both you know.” Ron closed his eyes. It was the same issue all the time. She cared about how it made her look.



“Come along Ron, I think its time we retired.” Ron groaned inwardly. When she said that, she wanted sex. He had no stomach for it, but if he said no she made a big deal over it. Maybe his images of Pansy would make him come fast.



Ron walked into his bedroom, and as always there lay his wife. She was in bed, flat on her back, waiting for Ron. He began removing his clothes. It would take far less time to just fuck the woman, rather then try and escape the duty.



He climbed over his wife, who immediately turned her head and closed her eyes. Ron decided to try something. He leaned down and tried to kiss her.



“Ron, what are you doing?” She averted her head again.



“A man can’t kiss his wife?” He asked.



“What for Ron?” She turned her head again. Ron didn’t bother. He reached a hand up and spit into his palm, using it to coat his cock.



Ron closed his eyes and went through the motions. In his mind Pansy’s hot and sweaty body was moving with him. He was pushing himself to finish fast. With the visuals of his lover in his mind Ron finished and dropped his weight. A mere second later his silence was interrupted.



“Ron, get off me, you’re too heavy.” She was wiggling away. He quickly rolled off her. “You know I can’t handle that weight.” She said rolling away and turning her back to him.



Ron settled on his side, thinking that her skinny body couldn’t handle much of anything. Pansy had ample curves that cradled his body perfectly. He fell asleep with dreams of Pansy filling his mind.