Beauty and the Beast
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,757
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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i own nothing of the harry potter universe, i make no money from this posting
Epilogue
Ron watched as his wife nursed their baby daughter in her arms. It was a beautiful sight. Her newfound fullness was a delight to him as well. This voluptuous wife of his was wonderful and while he had to wait awhile before he could make love to her again, but it had been worth it.
His daughter had pitch black hair like her mother, but as astonishing as anything was the bright blue eyes that she had gotten from Ron. She was a perfect little pixie in everyway.
Ron loved his women like none other and Pansy many times just sat back and watched him rock his daughter or tell her stories. Ron opened separate accounts at Gringotts to prepare for her future. He organized a last will and testament and made sure his wife and child were amply cared for.
Pansy’s respect for him knew no bounds. He was the most responsible man in every way and he made sure they were protected.
The nursery was an explosion of red and white. Pansy had thought about pink and purple but when Ron bought several little red dresses she caved.
Ron’s sister gave her a baby shower when Zara was a week old. It was such fun and having Ron at the shower holding their daughter showed them a family unit.
When Zara Ginny Weasley was four months old Ron came home with grave news. “Pansy love, your father has passed.”
She said nothing the whole day, merely went about her business, silently. She let some tears fall later that night, but they were the only ones. Ron gave her father a funeral with honor as he was interned in the Parkinson plot.
She accepted condolences from family, friends, business associates in droves, and she took them graciously. Nobody needed to know their business, or their problems. That was between Pansy and her father and would remain a secret from now on.
Pansy entered the study one evening a week later and found Ron with a gentleman. “You needed me love?” She asked.
“Pansy come in,” he said holding out a hand, “this is your father’s legal advisor. He was responsible for his will.” Ron said helping her sit down.
“I see. Good evening sir. How can we help you?” She said.
“As you know Mrs. Weasley, you were the only child of your parents, and as you can imagine the natural recipient of your father’s estate.”
Pansy looked to Ron. “Sir, when was the last adjustment made to my father’s will?” She asked.
“Just after your daughter was born, as he had mentioned her as well.”
“Then surely she would receive it. I assume as my fathers counsel you must have been aware of our estrangement.”
He looked sad for a moment. “Yes all of his legal counsel were aware of it. Some have advised him to leave all to your daughter but he stayed with his idea. Everything, all holdings and land go to you, even though there is an account set for your daughter. He wanted the option of letting it be combined with the existing account Mr. Weasley formed should that be your wish. Although considering the size of his estate, his counsel, myself included, wondered at such a small amount.”
“How much is the account?”
“Three hundred thousand galleons.” He said.
Pansy, wide eyed looked to Ron and she knew he was thinking the same thing. Her father set her bride price aside for her daughter. Pansy let a few tears fall for the man who had finally came to understand what she was feeling. In his own way this was his apology for selling her.
Pansy decide to keep the house and maintain it’s upkeep. Pansy would give it to her daughter when she wanted her own home. Until then, the staff would make sure it was taken care of and Ron and Pansy could use it to host parties if they wanted. It had more then enough room for gatherings or business parties that Ron might hold in the coming years.
As they ate dinner with Zara sleeping in her basket between them, Pansy spoke. “Did you ever speak with him again Ron?”
“Why do you ask?” He said sipping his wine.
“I was just thinking. I didn’t want to see him again, and I don’t regret that, we didn’t get along,” Ron nodded, “but I do wish he could have seen his grandchild.” She said looking to Zara. “I was just wondering if he ever contacted you and asked about her.” Ron fell silent and avoided her eyes. “Ron?”
“He didn’t contact me, but I took Zara there when she was a month old.”
“You did?” She said. Ron smiled when she didn’t appear angry,
“Yes, I thought it was right that he see her.”
“How was it?” She asked.
“It was good, she was awake and as he held her she just looked at him, calmly with his finger in his fist, she didn’t cry or anything.”
“Good.” She said, genuinely meaning her words. She closed her eyes on the past, secure in Ron’s love and looking forward to raising their daughter together.
His daughter had pitch black hair like her mother, but as astonishing as anything was the bright blue eyes that she had gotten from Ron. She was a perfect little pixie in everyway.
Ron loved his women like none other and Pansy many times just sat back and watched him rock his daughter or tell her stories. Ron opened separate accounts at Gringotts to prepare for her future. He organized a last will and testament and made sure his wife and child were amply cared for.
Pansy’s respect for him knew no bounds. He was the most responsible man in every way and he made sure they were protected.
The nursery was an explosion of red and white. Pansy had thought about pink and purple but when Ron bought several little red dresses she caved.
Ron’s sister gave her a baby shower when Zara was a week old. It was such fun and having Ron at the shower holding their daughter showed them a family unit.
When Zara Ginny Weasley was four months old Ron came home with grave news. “Pansy love, your father has passed.”
She said nothing the whole day, merely went about her business, silently. She let some tears fall later that night, but they were the only ones. Ron gave her father a funeral with honor as he was interned in the Parkinson plot.
She accepted condolences from family, friends, business associates in droves, and she took them graciously. Nobody needed to know their business, or their problems. That was between Pansy and her father and would remain a secret from now on.
Pansy entered the study one evening a week later and found Ron with a gentleman. “You needed me love?” She asked.
“Pansy come in,” he said holding out a hand, “this is your father’s legal advisor. He was responsible for his will.” Ron said helping her sit down.
“I see. Good evening sir. How can we help you?” She said.
“As you know Mrs. Weasley, you were the only child of your parents, and as you can imagine the natural recipient of your father’s estate.”
Pansy looked to Ron. “Sir, when was the last adjustment made to my father’s will?” She asked.
“Just after your daughter was born, as he had mentioned her as well.”
“Then surely she would receive it. I assume as my fathers counsel you must have been aware of our estrangement.”
He looked sad for a moment. “Yes all of his legal counsel were aware of it. Some have advised him to leave all to your daughter but he stayed with his idea. Everything, all holdings and land go to you, even though there is an account set for your daughter. He wanted the option of letting it be combined with the existing account Mr. Weasley formed should that be your wish. Although considering the size of his estate, his counsel, myself included, wondered at such a small amount.”
“How much is the account?”
“Three hundred thousand galleons.” He said.
Pansy, wide eyed looked to Ron and she knew he was thinking the same thing. Her father set her bride price aside for her daughter. Pansy let a few tears fall for the man who had finally came to understand what she was feeling. In his own way this was his apology for selling her.
Pansy decide to keep the house and maintain it’s upkeep. Pansy would give it to her daughter when she wanted her own home. Until then, the staff would make sure it was taken care of and Ron and Pansy could use it to host parties if they wanted. It had more then enough room for gatherings or business parties that Ron might hold in the coming years.
As they ate dinner with Zara sleeping in her basket between them, Pansy spoke. “Did you ever speak with him again Ron?”
“Why do you ask?” He said sipping his wine.
“I was just thinking. I didn’t want to see him again, and I don’t regret that, we didn’t get along,” Ron nodded, “but I do wish he could have seen his grandchild.” She said looking to Zara. “I was just wondering if he ever contacted you and asked about her.” Ron fell silent and avoided her eyes. “Ron?”
“He didn’t contact me, but I took Zara there when she was a month old.”
“You did?” She said. Ron smiled when she didn’t appear angry,
“Yes, I thought it was right that he see her.”
“How was it?” She asked.
“It was good, she was awake and as he held her she just looked at him, calmly with his finger in his fist, she didn’t cry or anything.”
“Good.” She said, genuinely meaning her words. She closed her eyes on the past, secure in Ron’s love and looking forward to raising their daughter together.