The Woman in White

Ron ran after her, his heart thundering in his chest. She knew the building better than he did and was leading him on a chase. She hurried down hallways toward an exit. He sped up, gaining on her and reached out a hand, wrapping his arm around her waist. Hearing her gasp, he pulled her into an open door and closed them in. It was a nearby closet, filled with cloaks and a few brooms.

“Why did you do it?” He demanded. “Why did you hide who you were?” He grasped her shoulders and kept her from turning away.

The tears started, and still she avoided his eyes. He gentled his touch and rubbed her shoulders. “Please tell me.” He said softly. “Don’t hide from me anymore.”

“I didn’t mean for you to find out.” Pansy said through her tears, still looking down. “I never meant for you to know.”

“Why? We had something special, I know you felt it.” He said, pulling her closer. She lifted her hands to her chest, trying to prevent contact but he still didn’t let her go.

“We had one night, Ron” She lifted her eyes finally and Ron’s heart broke at her sad, watery eyes. “One night that should have been the end.”

“It wasn’t enough,” he said, “at least not for me. If you tell me that it was all you wanted, I can leave right now, heartbroken and rejected but I will leave. Was it all you wanted? Can you honestly tell me that you have had enough?”

Pansy stared at him and let more tears fall. Her fingers, clenched against her chest, were soaked but she couldn’t stop crying.

“I didn’t think you could. You want more just like I do.” Ron slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, but her hands remained where they were, refusing to return his embrace. “We had something wonderful Pansy and we can have so much more. I know I appeared to be an angry and bitter bastard because of what that woman did to me, but I got over it. I didn’t handle my feelings well, I admit that, but I was hurt. You still found a way to show me that you weren’t like that. You helped me heal, Pansy. You may not think so but you did.”

“I just wanted a way to be close to you.” She said. “I know that after going through what she did to you, it wasn’t going to happen. You hated all women at that point and who was I to tell you that I was different. I knew you would just see me as another opportunist and not me. It was the only way I could think of to be near you.”

“You made it happen, you made sure of it.” He lowered his head kissing her temple. “You said you loved about me for years, is that true?”

“Yes.” Her body still shook from crying.

“Do you still love about me?” He asked, lowering again, trying to find her lips, but she turned her head. “Do you?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

He lifted a hand and eased her chin back to him. “How could I have not noticed those lips.” He murmured to her.

“I’m not the noticeable type. It was stupid to think you would look at me that way. So I made myself into something you would see. I became someone else.” She said. ‘I turned into someone beautiful, that you would look at and want.”

“You are beautiful Pansy, and it took courage to make me see you. It took cunning to put yourself in my path, to change the circumstances around you to what you wanted it to be. I feel like a fool now for not seeing what was in front of me.” He dropped a kiss on her cheek. “You made me see it though, so why did you keep hiding from me?”

“If I had told you the truth, it would have made you mad that I played a game with you.” She said, turning her head again but he cradled her jaw on his hand and forced her to look back. “I didn’t want to be one of those hated women who used you and then walked away. I couldn’t bare to see rejection and hatred in your eyes.”

“I wasn’t mad, and you could never be one of those women. You never demanded anything. I was flattered that you went to so much trouble to talk to me. I was hurt that you left after we made love.” He saw her blush and smiled. “Yes love, it was more then just sex. I know you see it that way. I even wrote our story.”

“I know. I have a copy.” She said.

“Don’t you see how much I wanted to find you?” He said. “I was calling out to you and you didn’t answer. It was killing me.”

“I didn’t intend for anything like this to happen.” She said. “I never intended for it to go this far.”

“What did you intend?” He asked, backing her up against a wall, pressing his body closer. “What did you want?”

“I thought I might be lucky to get to dance with you and……”

“And…..” he prompted.

“Maybe I’d be even luckier to get a kiss.” She whispered.

Ron slowly dropped his lips to hers and both lovers felt their bodies ignite. Ron titled his head and parted his lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. Pansy’s body went slack and her palms flattened against his chest.

Ron felt his whole being take flight as her body melted against his and she returned his kiss with the passion he had longed for from that night. They tasted each other with a newfound madness, and Pansy wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Ron hugged her so tightly that she was lifted clear off the ground. He couldn’t let her go, he wouldn’t let her go. He finally had her and he would make sure she stayed with him. He had to have her. He needed her, his body needed her. He had been without her for too long. He forced himself to set her back on her feet, and pull away from her lips. “Come home with me.” He told her.

“I can’t,’ she said in a heavy whisper, ‘I have work.”

Ron took her hand and walked out of the closet, heading back to his publisher’s office. Pansy didn’t try to remove her hand, even as they found Justin looking at the feathered mask on Pansy’s desk. He looked up at the approaching couple and gave them a huge grin.

“Justin, Pansy is going to take the rest of the day off.” Ron told him.

“Alright then.” Justin said and watched as Ron walked her out the door, after she hurriedly grabbed her purse and wand.

The moment they were outside Ron apparated them directly to his bedroom. Pansy remembered the smell vividly. Ron never let her go. He frantically pulled at clothing, stirring up her own need and soon she was eager to be naked against him as well. Ron wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around him and hugged him as he brought her over to his bed.

She fell against the bed and looked up at him. He was perfection in sculpted muscle and she would not deny herself anything now. Sitting up, she opened her legs on either side of him and brought him closer. On his knees in front of her he looked down at her face as she touched him, running her hands along his stomach and chest. She lowered both hands and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“Merlin..Pansy….” He gasped out.

“Don’t you like it?” She asked sweetly.

“Yes, but……” He swallowed hard as she cradled his sac in one delicate palm.

“But what?” She asked again.

“I don’t know how long I will last if you handle me like that.” He admitted. It was true. He hadn’t been with anyone since her, and he knew as much as he wanted her right now, he might cum quickly.

“Well, we have all night don’t we?” She asked, sliding her hands up and down his length. “We can always try something else.”

“True.” He admitted, groaning loudly as she squeezed him gently.

Pansy leaned in and brushed his cock against her cheek, feeling his warm skin caress hers. Looking at him closely, she eased back his foreskin and smiled at the drop of clear liquid that seeped from the eye. She flicked her tongue out and tasted the sweet droplet, wringing out a loud groan from Ron.

Opening her lips she took his head in her mouth and gently sucked. Hearing him begin to pant was a reward indeed and Pansy responded to his feedback and slid up and down on his cock as she sucked.

Ron wove his hands in her hair, careful not to push on her head. He dropped his gaze and watched as his cock submerged into her mouth and slid out again, slick with her saliva. Her eyes lifted and met his. Instead of being embarrassed about being watched, she locked her gaze with his and continued, rolling her hand along the base as she continued her oral delights.

Ron had thought he would never see a sexier site, until she pulled away and a long line of spit connected her lips to his cock. He nearly came right then and there, but Pansy leaned in and took him in her mouth again, this time, sucking him off with a vengeance. He felt his control slipping when she stroked him with one hand, and when she began rolling his sac in the other he felt the build up in his gut.

“Pansy, love, you might want to stop.” He managed to get out, but she didn’t listen. If anything she began more bent on making him cum. He wanted to cum but to him, there was something degrading about spilling himself into her mouth. He took her shoulders and pulled himself out of her mouth, grunting loudly as he came all over her chest, coating her breasts in his juice.

He dropped back in his haunches, panting and feeling his muscles twitch. He still had Pansy’s shoulders in his hands and he noticed that she didn’t move them. When he managed to open his eyes he saw her sitting patiently, giving him a small smile.

“You sure do spew a lot of man milk.” She said, looking down at the lake that was on resting on her chest.

“Man milk?” He said giving her a chuckle, as he reached for his wand. “That’s a new one.” With a wave he cleaned her up and eased her onto her back, stretching alongside her. “You didn’t have to do that.” He told her, reaching up and resting his palm on her ribs.

“I know, I wanted to.” She told him. “What would you say if I told you that you didn’t have to give me oral?”

“I’d tell you I enjoy doing it.” He said with a grin.

“So do I.” She said.

“Speaking of which…..” He said, ginning and rising over her. He eased his way down her body and smiled as she parted her legs for him. She was confident enough to know what she liked and didn’t like. There was no coaxing her into anything, she would ask for what she wanted.

He stretched her legs apart as wide as they could go and leaned down giving her a long lick up her lips. She inhaled deeply, relaxing as she prepared to enjoy what he was about to treat her to.

He dove in like a starved man in front of a buffet. He thrust his tongue deeply, gripping her ankles and holding them wide open. Pansy’s head rolled from side to side, and she reached down, weaving her hands through his hair, pulling him closer. Ron fed off her reaction, tasting the new release of juices that began flowing out of her.

Pansy was flailing about whimpering and clutching anything within reach. “Ron……Ron I need you…..’ She called out.

“I know what you need love.” He rose over her and straddled one thigh, lifting the other over his shoulder, then plunged his cock inside her. Pansy let out a sheik and arched her back, reaching for his arms as he leaned over her. He thrust deeply, gripping her shoulders and pulling her into him.

His depth was unbelievable and she ached to be filled by him, but it was an ache Pansy loved. She caressed the knees beside her hips and the strong thighs that flexed with his thrusting. The X position of their legs made the depth of his penetration fully felt. She cried out under him, looked up into his focused eyes as his gaze and his body drilled into her.

He let her leg fall off his shoulder and to the side where he took it in his hand, keeping it for to the side. Rising up he continued to thrust into her while he searched out her clit with his fingers. When he found her little button she went mad. She howled in delight at the magnificent torture he was putting her through.

“You look so fucking sexy right now.” He told her, without stopping his rhythm. She would have blushed at his compliment but she was too heated and too turned on to be shy with him anymore. Instead she looked up at him with her hazy eyes, her whole body close to climax, and held out her arms.

Ron dropped down carefully, making sure he kept his fingers didn’t lose their position, and lowered his chest over hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, while he slid his free arm around her waist, pulling her against him. His hips worked faster and faster, his fingers rolled over her clit harder and he felt her whole body tense up. Her hold on his shoulders tightened.

“Are you going to cum for me love?” He asked, then kissed her hard, swallowing her grunts into his mouth before pulling away. “Come on Pansy, let me feel it.” His voice was the most seductive she had ever heard, and his gentle urging was so sweet that it sent her over the edge.

Ron smiled to himself as she let out a howl and dug her nails into his back. Her whole body shook with wild tremors and her pussy clenched down on him with a new tightness that tested his control. He slowed his pace, rocked into her gently as she heaved and panted under him, her whole body going limp.

She felt him ever so slowly pulling out and easing back in, her body was being moved by his, but it felt so delicious. It was better than any dream she could have conjured or any words he could have strung together. She felt life filling her body again and opened her eyes to look at him. He gave her a sexy grin and placed a small kiss on her cheek. His body never stopped moving. He continued to move in and out, content with feeling her softness as he submerged inside her.

“You are remarkable.” He said, slipping both arms around her and squeezing gently.

“I would say you were as well.” She said with a husky voice. She was able to lift her limbs again, wrapping her arms around him and returning his hug. He shifted his frame and let her pull her leg free to lock her ankles behind his back.

“You bring it out of me.” He kissed her deeply, tasting her open lips with slowly thrusts of his tongue that matched his cock rhythm. “All those long weeks and months without you.” He moved to her neck, nuzzling her skin. “It made me hungry.”

She let her hands roam, moving to any skin she could touch. His warmth was comforting, and she was glad there were no more secrets. “I want you to cum too.” She told him, feeling the need in his own body and the desire of her own to see him reach fulfillment. “How can I help?”

“Hold on tight.” He said. She let out a yelp as he lifted her in his arms and raised himself upright. He brought his knees closer and sat back on his ankles. He gripped her ass in both hands and looked up at her face. “Don’t let go.”

She nodded and locked her ankles firmly, while holding his shoulders in a tight hug. She let gasps out as he raised his knees and thrust upward into her. She tightened her grip with her legs, afraid she might be dislodged. “Arch your back just a bit.” He told her. When she complied she realized that her breasts were pressed into his face. She adjusted her hold and offered the bouncing globes to him as he fucked her.

She was thrust higher and harder, she was certain her grip was the only thing keeping her mounted. She felt his hands on her ass, squeezing the flesh and his teeth frantically trying to catch her evasive nipples as they moved in front of his face. She started thrusting into him, pulling him closer, as his groans turned to pained grunts.

“Fill me up Ron.” She whispered into his ear. “Give me everything.” Pansy had never been a talking lover, but she knew he was and she wanted to be what he wanted. It worked. Ron squeezed her so tightly that she was sure there would be bruises, and his growled into her breasts as he thrust into her hard.

Letting out a cry that gave her gooseflesh, she felt her body lifted as he thrust upward hard and deep staying for a moment, then thrusting again, and again. His body shook and Pansy let her own fall back on the bed, taking his weight on top of hers. His labored breathing gave her a new delight and she knew what he must have felt as he watched her while she orgasmed. She wove her hands through his hair and closed her eyes, enjoying the bliss he had given her.

She didn’t realize she had fallen asleep until his fingers playing with her hair woke her. She blinked several times then focused on his face looking down at her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I fell asleep.’ She said, rubbing her eyes.

“Don’t be sorry.” He said, leaning down and kissing her neck. “I like watching you sleep. It means you can’t sneak away this time.”

She chuckled and looked around. The window showed a setting sun, in a pink and blue sky. That meant it was dusk and they had been there all afternoon. “It’s late.” She said, sitting up, holding the sheet to her chest. Ron was in his jeans but they weren’t buttoned up.

“No it’s not even six yet. Are you hungry?” He asked.

“A little.” She admitted. He had kidnapped her just after lunch and their aggressive afternoon had built up an appetite.

“Good.” He turned and took a tray from the bedside table, levitating it in front of them. Together they ate from the tray of fingers foods, sampling chicken, and breads and steamed vegetables.

“You know I’m not about to let you go after this right?” He told her after they had eaten their fill.

“I figured as much.” She said, watching as he put the tray aside.

“You were still afraid, even after the book?” He asked pulling her into his lap.

“Slytherins aren’t known for their courage. I was afraid you would see me like so many of those women you have to deal with, but then things moved way too fast and I didn’t know if I could tell you the truth.” It felt good to speak honestly with him.

“But I wrote the book for you.” He said, weaving his fingers with hers. “Did you read the dedication?”

“Yes I did.” She said avoiding his eyes.

“And? Didn’t you believe it?” He asked.

“I knew you meant it about her, but if you had known it was me, you may have felt differently.” She explained.

He reached out with his fingertips and eased her face over to his. “You are one and the same. You are both my woman in white.” They shared a kiss that meant more to Pansy than anything she could wish for. She was finally where she fantasized and dream about for years. She was finally in his arms and he was looking at her. Not a stranger or a masqueraded coward. He was looking at Pansy Parkinson and life couldn’t be sweeter.


A/N: 2009 has not been a good year for me. First my uncle, then my brother in law passed, and then the accident. I had just healed when i found out that last week a very good friend of mine from high school died from a heart seizure. I dont know why this year has been so full of death but it reminds me of why I make sure Pansy and Ron always have a happy ending, or i try to at least. I know i usually post rapidly somtimes two of three chaps a day but i want to thank you for being patient and understanding why this past week I have once again taken time in posting. I finally managed to finish this fic and Pansy and Ron have been such a joy to return to after the sadness. They always make me smile and I cant wait to begin a new fantasy for them.