"Who's Watching?"

That Friday Ron was called to the Headmaster’s office after classes. When he got there he found a elegant man and woman. Pansy rushed forward. “Ron,” she took his hand and led him closer, “this is my mother, Evangeline, and my father, Gaspard.” He shook hands with the man and his wife. Like the Malfoys, they dressed with care and made a good impression. They also had warm welcoming faces and smiled at him with gratitude.



“Young man, I don’t think we can ever thank you enough for what you’ve done.” Mr. Parkinson said to him.



“It was my honor to help her, Sir.” Ron said smiling at Pansy as she clung to his arm.



“Yes, Pansy mentioned your relationship some time ago, although we had hoped to meet you under different circumstances.” Her mother said while reaching into her robes. “We did however want to show our appreciation regardless of your feelings, so I thought this might so how grateful we are. I don’t believe your family has one of these.” She handed him a small box.



Ron opened it slowly. “Merlin.” He whispered. It was a signet ring in distressed gold with the Weasley family crest on one side, and on the other the Parkinsons had chosen the word ‘Honor’ over the sword of Godric Gryffindor. A shining ruby was in the center surrounded by diamonds. It was perfect in every way.



“I know custom says the oldest son passes it on to his oldest son, but I think your family wouldn’t mind the youngest starting this particular family tradition.” Ron was still staring at the ring. It was phenomenal.



He watched as Pansy took the ring out of the box and slid it onto the ring ringer of his right hand. He couldn’t believe such a noble symbol of heritage was on his hand. An example of pride in his family for him to pass on to his own son one day.



He became aware of the silence in the room and looked up. He looked up at Pansy’s parents who were watching him. “Thank you so much.” He said.



Pansy’s mother gave him a brilliant smile. Mr. Parkinson also looked very happy at Ron’s reaction. Ron again looked down at the ring unable to believe that he had been gifted with such a piece.



Dumbledore allowed her parents to use the floo, and as they prepared to leave Pansy spoke to her mother. “I was wondering if tomorrow Ron and I can floo to the house and spend the weekend there, before the chaos of studying for final exams sets in?”



“I don’t see why not. It might be nice for you to get away from all the questions and such.” Her mother said. Pansy only nodded, not adding that the story had circulated and luckily she hadn’t been bothered with questions.



As her father spoke briefly with Dumbledore, Mrs. Parkinson leaned down to her daughter. “You want to be alone with him don’t you?” Seeing her mother’s sinister little smile brought a grin to Pansy face. She nodded knowing it was pointless to deny it. “I’ll leave contraceptive potions in your bathroom.” Pansy nodded and hugged her mother.



In a few moments they were off. Mrs. Parkinson had informed Dumbledore that Pansy had permission to go home for the weekend. Ron, being of age didn’t need permission. When they had gone Pansy and Ron left for the great hall where dinner was just beginning.



Pansy smiled as Ron showed off his ring. She was glad her parents had made him so happy. She was also glad her mother understood her need to be with Ron. That made it all the more easier. She would make sure that her father didn’t decide to come home early, and the potions meant that she would not have to approach Professor Snape after all.



She met up with Ron after dinner. “My mother knows.” She said during their customary walk.



“She knows what?” Ron asked.



“She knows I’m planning to have sex with you.” Ron froze and looked at her with huge eyes.



“You told her?” He asked shocked.



“No, she figured it out.” Pansy said with as smile.



Ron looked at her stress free expression. “What did she say?”



“She said she would leave me contraceptive potions.” Pansy answered with a giggle.



Ron kept the same frozen expression on his face. “You know,” he said after a moment, “I never thought of birth control.” He admitted.



“I did, but now I don’t have to worry about it.” She said as they continued to walk.



“Where were you going to go before?”



“Professor Snape.” Again Ron froze. “We might as well have a seat if you are going to keep stopping.”



“He would have given it to you?” He had a hard time thinking Snape would give potions allowing girls to have sex.



“He can legally give it to any girl over the age of fifteen, and believe me the threat of a load of unplanned pregnancies that he could have prevented is reason enough to give out potions.”



“Fair enough.” Ron let out a laugh. “I’m sure he would have been eager to give them to you since it would be me you were having sex with.” Pansy roared in laughter.



After a few moments he left her in the library and made his way to Snape’s classroom. Since he would be gone for the weekend he had to serve his detention tonight.







The next morning Ron awoke early, and pulled out his rucksack. Pansy said they would be leaving early to have breakfast at her home. He threw in a couple sets clothes, shorts and extra socks. It was habit with him to pack twice what he would need. He didn’t know if he would need them but he packed sleepwear anyway. After he had added his toiletries as well as a sketch book and coal sticks he quickly showered and got dressed. He was due to meet Pansy at the Slytherin entrance soon.



He slipped his track jacket on, then shouldered his bag. “Have a good time.” He looked over at Harry who was looking at him from his own bed.



“I will. See you tomorrow night.” With a wave he was off and down the halls. The castle was empty this early in the morning and it made Ron wonder where they would be leaving from. He doubted Dumbledore would be up this early just to let them use his floo, and he didn’t fathom Filch letting out of the main entrance.



Pansy was outside the Slytherin entrance waiting for him. She was in jeans and a sweater. As she saw him coming she gave the password and the door opened. “Come on, let’s go.” She gestured inside the entrance.



“In there?” He asked. He hadn’t been inside the Slytherin common room since his second year, but he wasn’t about to admit that.



“Yes, we’re leaving from the floo.” She said.



“Does Snape know?” He said still not moving.



“Yes.” She reached out and grabbed his hand pulling him in. There was no one in the common room, as Pansy led him to the fireplace. As they arranged in the floo, Pansy took a handful of powder and set off the floo. They emerged in a parlor, an empty one that was lit brightly. When they stepped completely from the floo, a fire sprung to life.



“Miss Pansy.” Ron nearly jumped as a house elf seemed to appear out of nowhere.



“Hello Gabby, have my parents left?” She asked.



“Yes, Master and Mistress left last night.” He held out a hand to Ron. “Gabby will put Sir’s bag away.” Ron handed over his bag.



“We came early to have breakfast together Gabby.” Pansy told the elf.



“Gabby assumed Miss and her guest would be hungry if they came home so early. A meal has been prepared.” As the elf left, Ron looked around the room. The house reeked of money, and it made him feel out of place. Pansy’s familiar presence kept him from feeling unwanted.



“Could you eat something?” Pansy asked him.



“Always.” He said and took her hand. As they ate, Ron fought his erection. Knowing that he would be with Pansy was foremost in his mind. He had wanked off in the shower already, having been worried about premature ejaculation.



After they ate Pansy took him on a tour of the manor. It was a massive estate filled with rooms Ron would never have ventured into on his own. The music room was an example, since he wasn’t musically inclined, but the ballroom he did like and whirled a giggling Pansy about in a waltz that took up the whole room.



The tour went everywhere, to the library, the kitchens, the gardens, even to the guest rooms. It was in one of these that Gabby had put Ron’s bag. Taking his bag, Pansy moved to another room and shut the door. “This is my room.” She told him, setting his bag on a chair.



Ron looked around. Her bed was large with a soft cream colored duvet. Various photos were scattered along the dresser and mirror behind her vanity. He looked at her fiddling with back of an armchair.



“Pansy,” she looked at him, “if you are nervous about this then we don’t have to. We can merely spend the time together.” He offered Merlin everything he owned in hopes that Pansy would refuse him.



“No Ron, I want this, believe me,” she moved closer, “I just don’t know how to start things like this. It’s like the room of requirement again and I don’t know what to do.” He walked over to her and took her waist bringing her closer.



Without saying another word he leaned down and kissed her. Pansy reached up and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. This was what always killed her fears. Ron’s embrace was pure heart and she felt all of it. She forced her nervousness away and took her lips from Ron’s. Taking his hand, she led him over to her bed.



Ron moved slowly, making sure to keep himself aware of her movements. That last thing he wanted was to become too aggressive and loose control. Pansy deserved his patience. She stopped beside her bed, turning to face him.



Their fingers wove together as they looked at each other. Pansy gave him a small smile and climbed on her bed. Ron joined her and took her lips in a heated snog. If it was one thing Ron loved it was a long slow snog.



Pansy loved the feel of his weight over her, it was comforting in an unusual way. On instinct she raised a leg and caressed his hip with her thigh. Ron shifted his weight, and brought his hand down her back to her hip. He wanted to feel her leg but wondered if he was moving too fast. His fears were halted when she arched her hip slightly against him. He slid his hand down over the curve of her ass and down to her thigh.



She had curves of perfection and he molded her frame with his palm. He couldn’t wait to feel her bare skin. He wanted to breathe in her scent, kiss every inch of her body. He pulled his lips from hers and delved into her neck. The gasps she let out made him pause but the hands pulling on his shoulders made him continue.



He felt her pulse beneath his lips and it drove him mad. Her head was arched back, giving his complete access and he took it. He tasted every inch of her neck, kissing way to the other side.



The fumbling of her hands at his chest made him raise his weight. He noticed she was pulling his zipper so he yanked if open and off then tossed it aside, then looked down at her.



“Your shirt.” She said. Without hesitation he pulled the t shirt up and over his head. He stayed still, on his knees as her eyes moved over his chest. “Ron,” she whispered, rising up to her knees to meet him, “will you undress me?” She asked, with an innocence that tested Ron’s control.



‘Move slow, move slow, move slow,’ he chanted in his head. Following his own command he lifted his hands and slipped them inside the waist of her sweater. She lowered her eyes just a little and lifted her arms over her head. Easing the sweater up he kept his hands on the fabric and pulled if off her body. Her hands reached behind her and before he could stop her she had unhooked her bra. She dropped her hands and raised her eyes.



Following the mantra in his head to move slowly, he reached out and slid the straps down her arms tossing the black lace aside. Pansy was less nervous about this because Ron had seen her before, but now her nervous had fired up again at the thought of him seeing her whole body.



Biting her lower lip she eased onto her back again, clutching the pillow behind her. Ron waited until she was comfortable before reaching out his hands again. With the most controlled movements he could manage he unfastened her jeans. Keeping his eyes on her face he eased his fingers into the waistband of her jeans and began to slip them down her hips.



Pansy didn’t say a word, she trusted Ron and she was showing him that she did. Ron’s hand shook just a bit but he controlled it enough to strip off her jeans. She was wearing low slung black panties, that may have matched her bra but Ron didn’t notice.



He looked down at her face as he gripped the thin lace. She did nothing, said nothing, just looked back at him. Ron kept his eyes on hers and eased her knickers down her legs letting her kick them off.



He pulled his eyes away and looked at her. Her legs were just as pale and shapely at the rest of her. She wasn’t waifish and boney, she had curves and he loved them. Her ankles and calves were smooth and creamy, and at the juncture of her legs a nest of raven curls, neatly trimmed.



“Your beautiful Pansy.” He whispered. She blushed and gave him a smile, showing her trust in her expression. He brought a hand to her ankle caressing the tender skin with his fingertips. He felt her shivers as he brought his touch along her calf to her knee.



Slipping his hand under her knee her bent her leg and dropped his head, planting a kiss in her kneecap. He hear her sigh and fed off of it, inhaling her aroma. She smelled of wine and fruit. He kissed along her thigh, higher and higher, listening to her breathe inhaling and exhaling, but not stopping him.



He arrived at her bush and pressing his nose into the tight curls, took a deep breathe in. She smelled of the fruit and wine of her perfume but also of a musk that was unfamiliar to him. His male instinct had a clue as to what it might be though.



He looked up at her face again and slid up her body. Taking a hard nipple in his mouth, he sucked while caressing her thighs. She began to relax, enjoying his attentions. She parted her thighs and hugged him when he slid between them. She felt his jeans against her skin, and wondered when he would take them off.



She was going to ask him to take them off when he rose higher and kissed her. She returned it with just as much passion as he was giving. He pulled away and looked at her. “I’ve never done this before, so if I do something wrong tell me.” She furled her brow confused as to what he meant.



Her eyes widened as he slid back down her body, raising her legs and parting her knees wider. Surely he didn’t mean to do that? The feel of his tongue along her lips brought a gasp. He did mean to do that and he wanted her to tell him if he wasn’t doing it right. She didn’t know if she could do that. She gasped as his tongue licked again, this time sliding up and down, then slipping inside her tasting her walls.



She was supposed to tell him if he did anything wrong? No one had done this to her before, how was she supposed to know what was right? She gasped again and his lips closed over hers and he sucked and slurped, sending vibrations throughout her body.



She tossed her head back and forth, letting out moans and groans as he lover pleasured her. That’s what he was now, her lover. He wasn’t even aware that she had lifted her hips up to him, he was that wonderful. Her body sought out something, it needed something. She knew on instinct what it was, and she knew what to ask for.



“Higher Ron.” She said. As he promised, her listened to her and rose higher, flicking with his tongue and watching her reaction. When he tongue grazed over her clit she let out a sharp gasp. He did it again and earned another gasp, this time with an arch of her hips. Hooking her thighs on his shoulders, he wrapped his arms around them and held her close. Locking his lips on that nub she led him to, he sucked, listening to her breathing speed up and her watching her body writhe.



Ron had never been harder in his life, her scent was stronger now, invading his senses and driving him on. He knew she would cum soon and he wanted to be the one to make her cum. He heard that a lot of girls don’t cum from sex alone and needed this. This was his first time too and he wasn’t going to make her regret choosing him.



Pansy knew it was coming and she wasn’t sure if she wanted his face down there when it happened but he showed no sign of slowing down, if anything his tongue and mouth became even more aggressive since she had given her direction. She had ceased to hold in her reactions and was now letting out every sound.



Her groans and whimpers filled his ears. She felt tremors and lightning shooting through her body. “Ron……Ron……AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH,” She raised up on her elbows and let her head fall back as she thrust forward with her hips.



Ron listened to her cry with an internal smile. Pulling away his suction, he licked her clean while she fell back and heaved. Rising up he crawled over her. He thought she might take a moment to regain her breathe but the moment he was over her, she took his face in her hands and snogged him senseless.



He was going to give her a rest period, but if she didn’t want one then who was he to complain. While they kissed she slid her hands down his body and gripped his ass in both hands. With one hand and without taking his lips from hers he reached down and unfastened his jeans. When they were loosened she slipped her hands inside. Her bare skin touching him nearly sent him over the edge.



“Take them off Ron.” She whispered into his mouth. He rose up and pushed the denim off, tossing them to the side then returning to his lady. They picked up the kiss from where they left off, swallowing each other whole. Ron rested in between her thighs, the heat from her pussy warming his whole body. He was so absorbed in her kiss that he didn’t realize she slipped her hands to his cock until her fingers wrapped around him.



He buried his face in her neck and groaned loudly. “I’m sorry,” she said as she pulled her hands away, “I just thought…….”



“Don’t stop.” He breathed into her neck. She reached down again and curled her fingers around his length. Her fingertips barely touched on the other side and while she had no reference point herself, she had heard from the dorm room gossip that it meant he was thick. She stroked him from head to base, listening to his labored breathing in her neck.



Feeling his chest press against hers, she whispered into his ear. “Now Ron?” He rose on his elbows.



“You’re ready?” He asked, while chants of ‘please be ready, please be ready’ echoed in his mind.



“Yes.” She nodded bringing her hands to his waist. Ron eased into position, reached down and guiding his head to her entrance. He held still and looked down at her. “Are you going to go slow?” She asked, suddenly needing him to know she was nervous again.



“I’m going to do the first one hard, but I’ll be still until your ready after that alright, I’ll go as slow as you want.”



She nodded and took a deep breathe in. When she relaxed he plunged inside. She cried out and pushed on his hips. “Wait Ron, it hurts, stop.” She said.



“I’ve stopped, it will go away, just relax.” He kissed her lips and cheeks. “Just give it a moment, hold me tight if you want. I won’t move until you tell me to.”



She hugged his waist and squeezed his hips with her thighs. She was panting against his chest letting out sharp breathes. Her pussy was tight on his cock but he stared at the headboard and counted in his head to maintain control. Being inside her was the best thing he had ever felt and he didn’t want to finish off too fast.



After a few moments she let her head fall back and looked up. “Are you alright now?” Ron asked.



“Yes, I wasn’t expecting that.” She told him.



“I know, it will be better now I promise.” He pulled out and slid back in again easily. She let out a moan and her eyes drifted shut. “You see what I mean?”



She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Ron moved slowly, easing in and out, basking in the feel of her around him, soft, wet and warm. It was like being submerged in hot silk. “You feel amazing Pansy.” He said kissing her neck and sucking her earlobe. He felt his body approaching orgasm but he wanted her to cum again and he knew how to make that happen.



Sliding inside her completely, he slid a hand between their bodies and searched for that hot spot she led him to before. The moment he found it Pansy let out a shriek. He kept up the rhythm, making sure he stayed buried balls deep inside her as she kicked her legs about and tossed around under him. Ron sucked in air through clenched teeth as he felt her tighten around him. He started thrusting again, plunging deep, making sure to keep his finger moving on her.



She wrapped her legs around him and thrusting upward, cumming hard and howling out. Ron felt flooded by heat and it triggered his own release. He picked uo the pace and drive into her hard, fast and deep, grunting out.



To Pansy it was a beautiful sight. Ron’s face betrayed all the feelings in his body. His neck was strained, his brow furled, his hair was moist with sweat, and sharing her body with him had brought this on.



She wrapped her legs tightly around him, and hugged his shoulders tightly. She was lifted and thrown down again and again and Ron rode her hard. He let out a loud growl and plunged so hard that Pansy winced a little but it was far from painful. He plunged a second time, a third and a fourth until his twitched body collapsed on top of her.



Pansy kept her arms and legs around him, and stroked his neck and shoulders, feeling the wet strands of hair along her fingers. She felt him going soft inside her but his body didn’t move. He had fallen sleep. She smiled to herself. She didn’t sleep much last night either, she was too anxious.



Succumbing to her own fatigue she closed her own eyes and let sleep take hold and slipped into a nap.





A:N: I am not sure what the laws are in England, but in California, where I live, any minor 15 or older can approach a health teacher and ask for condoms. I called the school again and they confirmed it is still legal. I am not aware of the rest of the country, as I said this is only what I know in my area.