Beauty and the Beast

Pansy buried her face in the pillow, letting it’s softness absorb her cries. Curving her back she pushed into Ron, who gripped her hips hard and drove into her from behind.



Ron was always very enthusiastic in this position and Pansy loved it. It was pure instinct, nothing more. She had already climaxed and was listening to Ron race toward his own.



She recognized the signs well. His struggle to breathing, the grunt that sounded like pain, the increased force of his thrusts and the vise like grip as he held her body in the position he wanted her in. She had come to love those signs in the six months she had been married to Ron.



She raised up on her elbows. “Come on Ron, give me more, make me feel it!” She cried.



“Fuck woman!” He growled but moved faster.



“Yes, that’s what I want! Fuck me Ron!” Ron’s heart sped up and he froze looking down at her. Did his wife just say that?



Pansy looked over her shoulder and gave him with a hard look. “You are not done.” Ron raised an eyebrow. “Continue you self absorbed bastard! Or do you not have the strength to go oooooooooo aaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!!!”



“You asked for it woman!” He howled as he began driving into her at record speed.



“Yes, but can you deliver it?!” She challenged. Ron gripped her hip tighter, making her wince then reached up and grabbed her shoulder close to her neck, pushing her face down again.



“Get down woman!” She whimpered and playfully tried to rise up again, but he was strong and kept her in place. “Too late to change your mind, you asked for a fucking and you’ll get it!” Pulling her hip and shoulder as he thrust forward, he penetrated her body deeply. “Can you feel that?”



Pansy just cried out, but it wasn’t good enough for him. He pulled and thrust and Pansy briefly was lifted off the bed. She kept her arms stretched out so she could brace herself. “Can….,” thrust, “you….,” thrust, “feel….,” thrust, “that?!”



“Yes!” The flood of fluid her body released sent Ron hurling over the edge and he sent what felt like gallons of cum into her body.



Together they collapsed on the bed, a tangle of limbs, hair and sweat, struggling to breathe. It was some time before Ron was able to roll off her, and some time again before he could speak.



“You are amazing.” He told her reclining on his side to face her. “What brought that on?” He asked caressing her ass.



Pansy lay face down in chin resting on her folded arms as her head faced him. She grinned. “I really don’t know.” She said with a blush.



“After what we just did and being married for six months now, I don’t understand how you can still blush.” He said grinning and giving her ass a pinch.



“Well I read in one of my tawdry romance novels that lovers are supposed to be able to ask for anything. I guess I knew that you would play along if I did it.”



“Anytime you want to play I will.” He leaned over and kissed her. Pansy knew he would. He had found a way to mount her and a broom stick at the same time. There really was nothing like flying on a broom stick in the sky flat on your back and being licked to orgasm.



Pansy didn’t know how Ron would do it when he mentioned it to her, but then she saw the changes he made to his broom. He had lengthened the handle buy three feet and added to the extra length, a wide plank. Pansy could recline at her comfort and the charms held her safely in place. Ron then charmed the broom to fly from point to point while he could enjoy feasting on Pansy.



When she had been satisfied he rose up and slid inside her. Reclining on his broom Pansy was pleasured in flight while Ron had complete control of the both the broom and her body and she loved it.



She gave a lazy smile at the memory and his lingering gaze. He took long moments just looking at her face. “I love you Pansy.” He whispered.



Pansy had often imagined that when she heard those words she would cry with joy, but as Ron said them she felt something different. A peacefulness filled her soul and as she smiled at Ron her mood was filled with a sense of belonging, and a completion. A feeling that she was finally home after a long journey.



“I love you too Ron.” She said and broke out in a happy smile. Together they did nothing but kiss for a long time and then fell asleep cocooned under the blanket together.







A few weeks later Pansy and Ron were talking a walk in the gardens, her arm around his waist, his around her shoulders. He had shown her the stables and as they moved through the various flora of the gardens Pansy decided to talk to him. “Ron?”



“Yes love?” He asked.



“I’ve been thinking.” She said.



“I know. There have been times lately where you’ve been looking into nothingness with a serious face. What’s on your mind then?” He asked.



She smiled. It was so in tune with his character to leave her to her thoughts until she was ready to share them. “I want something.” She said stopping under a massive tree and facing him.



“I will give you anything you want.” He told her. His face was filled with determination. “All you have to do is ask.”



“I want a baby.” She said in a quiet voice.



“Then I will give you one.” He said. She smiled.



“You will?” She asked.



“Yes.” He leaned down and kissed her.



“I was supposed to take my potion this morning but I didn’t. I have to take it some time today if we decide to wait.”



“Don’t take it. You want a child, then I will give you one.” He said.



She hugged his waist and they resumed walking. “I don’t want you to think you have to feel obligated, if you aren’t ready to be a father then we can wait.”



“I would love to have a child with you. I love you, and it would be my honor to father your baby.” She let out a laugh as they entered their home. “You’ve already been planning haven’t you?” He asked laughing along with her.



“Yes.” She asked Caitlyn for tea in the lounge. “I was thinking that the bedroom next to ours can turn into nursery.”



“That’s a good idea.” He said as they sat on the loveseat. “Would you want a nanny?” He asked.



“No. I was taken care of by nannies and I hated it. When my mother died I barely knew her and I was almost at Hogwarts. No, I don’t want a nanny, I’ll take care of my baby.”



“What about formula, or will you breast feed?” He asked.



She looked at him and smiled. “Why do you ask?”



“Well for two reasons, the first being that breast milk is supposed to be healthier and better for children.”



She nodded. “I’ve heard that as well.” She grinned again. “And the other.”



“I think it’s sexy.” He said wagging his eyebrows.



“What?” She said laughing.



“Yes, when a woman is nursing her breasts are full, round and buoyant.” Pansy started laughing as his exaggerated hands gesturing as he stared at her chest. “And I was hoping to be fed myself.” Pansy could contain herself and gave in to roaring laughter, throwing her head back and letting it out.



A maid gave her a strange smile, but Ron just smiled at her and thanked her for the tea.



When she calmed down she took a tea cup from Ron. “Well, now. If you are serious I’d like you to see Neville Longbottom as soon as possible, even before you get pregnant.”



“He’s not a prenatal specialist though.” Pansy countered.



“Yes but he’s a good friend of mine and he’ll see you.” Pansy agreed and it eased Ron’s feelings to know that Neville would be in charge of her care.







Neville had told her that she was healthy and strong, as was Ron, and getting pregnant was no danger for her. With this assurance Ron and Pansy began trying to conceive and just as Neville had predicted, she was pregnant in just a few months.



She had seen Neville the next day after her period was late and he confirmed it. Ron and Pansy were both happy and excited. While Ron wanted her to relax as much as possible, Neville had told her she could continue on as normal, stopping to rest when her body told her it was tired, otherwise she didn’t need to make any changes to her routine.



In the few early months of her pregnancy Pansy began to make plans. She wanted major things like outfitting the nursery and getting furniture set to be finished early so she could relax in the later months.



Ron and her made several trips to various stores and in about a month and half the nursery was furnished in white silk and lace. Both had decided to wait and be surprised at the sex of their child.



Clothes and other toys could be bought when they found out. For now the nursery remained stark and generic but warm and welcoming at the same time. A padded roller with an ottoman was ready so she could nurse. A crib with a full layette was waiting and basic white and cream baby gowns were in the drawers.



Ron’s sister planned on giving her a baby shower and Ron knew the baby would have more clothes then needed soon enough. Ron planned to take Pansy on a shopping spree when they baby was born and everything else needed would be bought then.



She was five months along when Ron mentioned her pregnancy in an interview about a recent multi creature deal. It appeared in the prophet the next morning with their smiling faces. Pansy smiled at the article. The interviewer was obviously one that had written about Ron before. It complimented the couple and gave predictions of a loving home for the soon to come baby. It also asked the predictions from the readers as to the sex of the child.



Pansy laughed. “I’m surprised they aren’t taking bets.” She said handing the paper back to him.



Ron laughed. “It will be fun to see what they do with the birth announcements.” He joked.



When he left she relaxed in the study reading. She was going through a book on the labor process and decided to ask Ron and Neville about labor classes. She was interrupted by voices coming closer. She looked to the door just in time to see her father come barreling in the study. Jessima was right behind him.



“What’s this I hear about a baby?” He yelled, then sucked in a breath when she stood and her bump became obvious.



“I’m sorry ma’am, he rushed past me and wouldn’t wait to be announced.”



“It’s ok Jessima, don’t worry, he won’t be staying long.” She said giving her father a hard look. Jessima retreated but wisely left the door open.



“I had thought the paper had misheard but he’s gotten you pregnant apparently.” Her father was exasperated. “I can’t believe this. I am so sorry my dear, we’ll get you out of this. I may have messed up but I won’t leave you here now.”



“What are you talking about, having a baby was my idea. Ron was kind enough to assist me.” She said with a smile.



“What has that monster made you believe?” He raged. “Why would you want a child with him? Listen Pansy I know you are trying to save face but you don’t have to, I admit I made a mistake but don’t think you have to suffer, I will help you obtain a divorce if you want, and I promise the next husband I find for you will be an honorable man.”



Pansy had reached her limit. “How dare you!” She faced her father and let out her rage. “You sit there smuggly and take hundreds of thousands from a man for me, then claim it was a mistake because he wasn’t what you thought! My husband loves me and I love him, there is no more honorable man in England then him! Get out of my house and never show your face to me again!”



As she turned and fled to study Jessima came in and watched her flee up the stairs. Two other maids came forward and said they would show him to the door, physically if need be.



Mr. Parkinson left the house and immediately went to his legal advisor who told him he couldn’t do anything if Pansy herself didn’t petition for divorce. He decided to write to her, in a day or two. Maybe then she would have calmed down.



Ron returned him that night after a dinner meeting and was greeted by the three maids who, between them all, had informed him what had taken place. He rushed upstairs and found Pansy in their bedroom crying as she sat on their bed.



She let her tears loose on his shoulder, her body heaving and racking as she shook with the force. Ron let her unleash her anger but when she began having trouble taking in breathes he started to worry. “Alright love, calm down, you may harm the baby if you can’t breathe.”



His warning went straight to her head and she focused on taking breathes and calming down. Her concern for her baby was far more important then her anger for her father. She let Ron massage her shoulders and back and soon enough she was in control again.



“I can’t stand the man Ron.” She said.



“I know love, but he is your father and although his views are very twisted he has to get over the fact that you are my responsibility and not his. I’m going to go talk to him.”



“No Ron don’t…..” She stopped.



His face grew firm. “Pansy what did he say this time?”



Pansy looked at her husband, and knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it from him. “He said you convinced me in some way to have a baby, and that I didn’t have to stay married to a monster. He told me I could have his legal team to obtain a divorce and the next husband he finds for me will be honorable.” Pansy had spoken in a stoic voice devoid of any emotion.



Ron was calm the whole time she spoke. “And what did you tell him?” He asked.



“I told him to get out and never show his face to me again.” She told him still with no expression. “And I meant it. I don’t want to see him again Ron.” With that final word she looked out the window taking a seat on the rocker in front of the window.



Ron leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I’ll be right back.”



It took Ron just a few moments to apparate to Mr. Parkinson’s house. He had removed his mask in the process. Let his father in law and the Parkinson staff see him as is.



An old man who answered the door was shocked. “Y-yes sir, may I help you?”



“I’m Ron Wealsey, I’d like to speak with my father in law.” He stated.



“Let me see if he is avai…” He started



“Don’t worry.” Ron said pushing his way through the door.



“Sir I must insist you wait…..”



“He barged into my home, I will do the same here.” He called over his shoulder as he opened the only closed door he could see. His instinct that the man would want privacy had proved right. He was sitting behind a desk and shot to his feet when he saw Ron, glaring at him.



“What are you doing…..” He said.



“You push your way into my home, upset my wife, question our marriage, and insult me, but offering to find her another husband is over the line. You have gone too far sir and it stops now! I am getting tired of seeing my wife crying after every one of your visits!” He yelled moving closer.



“You forced her to have a child. Pansy didn’t want children! I don’t know what curse you used on her but rest assured….”



“Now, you will listen to me,” he came around the desk and met the man face to face, “do you think I’m stupid? I know you can’t do anything unless Pansy asks for a divorce and she won’t, I love her and I won’t let her go. You sir have been paid in full for what you offered for sale and you will have to deal with the outcome. She is my wife and from now on I will take care of her. If I ever see your face at my home again I will bring the ministry of magic into this and you can assure yourself sir, that my legal team does not lose. Good day sir.” Ron left with a flare of his robes and walked straight out the door, apparating when he was outside the door.



Mr. Parkinson’s heart was pounding. He sank back into his chair. His legal counsel had told him as much not more then a half hour ago. They told him the only thing he could do was try and convince Pansy to return home. Now he knew that wasn’t going to happen.





Ron returned straight home after spending only minutes at his father in law’s home. Pansy was still before the window just as he had left her. “I’ll tell Caitlyn to prepare dinner.” He told her.



“Alright.” She stood and walked down the stairs with him. When he veered off to speak to the maid she entered the study. He took a moment to order dinner and went back to the study. Pansy was at his desk writing. He sat down and waited for her to finish. When she was done she left it on the desk, not bothering to roll it up or address it.



“Can you send this off?” She asked. “I need to use the washroom again.” She rose out of her chair as he nodded.



Moving over he looked at the letter. She knew he would read it, so he did.



‘Father,

It goes without saying that you upset me greatly this afternoon by implying that the man I love is a monster and I was coerced into carrying his child. As I have said before, having a child was my choice and no one else’s. Ron is not a monster. He is a man of honor and devotion. He is caring and faithful. He loves me and gives me everything I want.

I do not want to see you again. Make no mistake about it, I am perfectly in my right mind, and this is not just merely anger speaking. Do not intrude on my life anymore. I am no longer your daughter, I am Ron’s wife. Leave me to my life.

Mrs. Ronald Weasley’



Ron thought she might change her mind about it, but then again as upset as she was, he thought she might be upset if he tried to convince her otherwise.



Sealing it in an envelope, he addressed it and summoned his owl. Fastening it on his leg he looked up and found Pansy in the entrance. “It’s ready to go.” She nodded and he released the letter out the window.



It was the quietest dinner they had ever shared and Ron couldn’t take it anymore. “Pansy are you alright?” She nodded. “You’ve barely eaten.”



“I guess I’ve just lost my appetite.” She forced a grin. “If I need to I’ll send you to the kitchen in the middle of the night.”



“If you need me to I‘ll do it.” He said smiling. “I just wish I knew how to fix this for you.” He said.



“Just be here for me.” She said reaching out a hand.



“Anytime you need me.” He said. She managed to eat some more before they went for their evening walk.





Alone in his study, Mr. Parkinson read a letter. He let it fall on his desk. There was nothing he could do. She was gone.