Pansy's Parchment II

Demona Abigail Weasley was welcomed with open arms by everyone who saw her. She may not have realized it at the time but she was a joy that was highly anticipated. Her grandparents never agreed of the way Ron and Pansy had come together, but to be able to fall in love so completely was something rare indeed and the arrival of a perfect little girl made them life so much more worth living.



Ron and Pansy were walking on a cloud in the weeks following the birth. Ron allowed Colin Creevey into his home to take photos of the new family. He was the only photographer Ron allowed, or trusted.



Ron decided to take more time off to spend with his new family. The Cannons, as he thought, didn’t object. His new baby, made headlines and gave the team more publicity. With Ron’s status on the team, and his valuable training, it was a no brainer that they would be very good to him right now.







He pretended to be asleep as she fed their baby in bed next to him. For a full meal she brought the baby to bed during the night. If it was just a snack, she would have used the rocking chair, but Ron loved it when she breastfed in bed.



She didn’t realize he was awake and laying there listening to her. He had learned when she was pregnant to control his breathing, otherwise it irritated her. She had just straightened her nightgown and wrapped up the baby girl.



“My little Demona, we tried so hard to make you. And we were so happy when you came along.” She said softly. Ron smiled into his pillow.



“Do you know that when I found out I was going to marry your daddy, I was scared. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me or make me into a slave, but I was still scared. I didn’t know if he thought that marrying me was the most horrible thing he could think of. I didn’t know if he was angry that it was me or disgusted that it was me.” She kissed her daughters cheek while Ron thought. He realized that he never told her his reaction to the parchments they got. Only that it was a shock.



“He came to see me, and told me that he wouldn’t take anything away from me, he would let me be a partner. I couldn’t help but think at that moment that it might be possible for us to have a life together. He was honorable, and caring and he would let me be me. You will learn in life how special that is.” Ron felt his heart speed up at her confessions. She saw what he was trying to give her. He wanted them to be a team, even then.



“Our first night together was so special. I had never imagined a man’s touch could mean so much to me. Your daddy is a wonderful lover.” Ron controlled his blush. He still felt that redness when she commented on his performance. “He made me feel the most wonderful things. I think I started to fall in love with him that night. The way he shared his feelings and his body with me, made me feel love.” Ron started getting an erection, and quickly willed it away.



“I was scared then, but now I am so glad I was matched up with your daddy. He’s my life and you are proof of that.” She kissed her baby again. “You are the best gift I have ever gotten from him, and I love you both so much.”



Ron felt his heart swell. He listened to her slip out of bed and into the nursery. Pansy’s birthday was coming up and Ron now knew what he would give her.







Pansy left the nursery on light feet, shutting the door without a sound. She turned and found Ron looking at her. “Is Demona asleep?” He asked.



“Yes, I just put her down.” She told him.



“Good, come here.” He took her hand and brought her to the living room. On the floor surrounded by pillows, a romantic dinner was set out and champagne chilled nearby. The fireplace was low and the room was dark, lit only by the flames nearby.



“Oh Ron, this is wonderful.” She said, sitting down on one of the pillows.



“Happy birthday, my Pansy.” He said, pouring her a glass of champagne.



“You are always such a romantic.” She said, taking a bite.



“I know, I know. I’m adorable.” He lifted an eyebrow.



Yes, you are.” She said, leaning in for a kiss. “Thank you.”



Ron filled her in on his families well wishes. Pansy let him know about her mother, who apparently had met a very nice wizard and had high hopes that something special might develop. Both families had visited in the hospital, but respected that she was so tired and needed her recovery time alone.



When they finished eating, Pansy started to rise, but Ron told her to stay where she was. With a wave of his wand he cleared the table and all their dishes away. Pansy sat on her pillow, waiting as Ron pulled out a small box he had hidden behind one of the pillows. With a tap of his wand, he enlarged a basin. Then handed her a small vial with a bow wrapped around the neck. “Happy Birthday my Pansy.”



“What’s this?” She asked opening the bottle.



“There is only one way to find out.” He said, gesturing to the basin.



She poured the memory out. Ron reclined on his pillow and smiled at her. It seemed this was something she would view alone. She leaned in and let her face drop into the memory until she was pulled headfirst into it.



She landed on a comfortable chair in what looked like a bedroom. She glanced around and her heart jumped as she saw Ron. He was younger. The same age as he was when she married him five almost six years ago.



He was sitting in a chair next to her, holding a glass of what looked like whiskey as he stared at the floor. His eyes raised when the door opened and Harry Potter walked in, with Hermione Granger behind him.



“Hi Harry.” He grinned at Hermione. “Mrs. Snape.” She smiled back at him and the two friends too a seat. Pansy was apparently seated in Longbottom’s or Ginny’s regular chair. It was also right before they were married. Hermione and the Professor attended the wedding as a couple. A happy couple.



“So what’s the big news?” Hermione asked. Ron held up a parchment that he had kept in his chair at his side. It was identical to the parchment Pansy had received notifying them of their status. “Well, who did they match you with?” She asked.



“Pansy Parkinson.” He said and downed his drink completely.



“What are you so worried about. Pansy is a nice girl.” Harry told him. She had to remember to send him a fizzing whizbee.



“That’s not what I’m worried about.” Ron said, dropping his face in his hands and leaning forward.



“Then what are you worried about?” Hermione asked.



“Pansy Parkinson is rich, and glamorous, sophisticated and worldly. I name is Weasley and I lived in a home called the Burrow.” He groaned again.



“Ron, you have made something wonderful of your life. You achieved all the goals you set. You are a prize player on the Cannons and the most valuable player in the league. You amassed a fortune of your own, and regardless of all that any woman would be proud to have you.” Hermione told him.



“She’s right Ron, come on, you have good points that women look for.” Harry added.



“Yeah?” He asked. “Such as?”



“You are loyal you those around you.” Hermione said.



“You for give anyone for anything.” Harry added.



“You try to understand people’s feelings.” Hermione said.



“You don’t use people for anything.” Harry added.



“You are not abusive in anyway to anyone.” Hermione said.



“Alright, alright.” Ron said, rubbing his neck from looking back and forth at them.



“Listen Ron,” Hermione leaned closer to him, “when Severus and I got our parchments, I was terrified. Severus told me plainly what he would and wouldn’t do. He made me feel as if I wasn’t going to be ignored or abused. As a woman I appreciated it to no end.”



“How do you see this Ron?” Harry asked. “Do you want her to be what the law says she can be?”



“No I don’t. The law makes women out to be a possession if I want her to be. I cant stand that. My parents have a partnership, they have a real marriage. That’s what I want.” Ron said.



“Then tell her that.” Hermione said. “That’s probably what she’s feeling right now.”



“That’s true.” Harry added. “You have all the control if you want it. That’s the law.”



“Well, I don’t want control. I want a wife.” He said and fell silent.



“Are you disappointed with their choice?” Hermione asked, reading the parchment. “This says you have 96% rating.”



Harry gave a long whistle. “That’s pretty strong.”



“Yes it is. And no, I’m not disappointed. Pansy is beautiful, and ladylike and everything any man could want, but…..”



“But what Ron?” Hermione asked.



“What if the thought of being married to me disgusts her?” Ron said. “What if I end up married to someone who doesn’t want me? I want the marriage my parents have, and when this law came out, I guess I hoped I’d be matched up with someone I could love. What if she doesn’t feel that, what if we can’t have anything?”



“Do you think you could love her?” Hermione asked him.



“I think in time, maybe. We have a high compatibility rating apparently and she’s lovely in every way. I think I could love her, if given that chance. But what about her? What if she loves someone else?” Ron asked nobody in particular.



“There isn’t anyone.” Hermione said.



“How do you know?” Harry asked, matching Ron’s confused look.



“Women talk about each other, not to mention I’m married to her former head of house, who happens to be friendly with her mother.” She explained.



“Well, regardless, now you know there isn’t anyone.” Harry told him. “I think Hermione is right though, if you let her have her life, and don’t take anything from her, she will respect that.”



“Listen Ron,” Hermione said as she stood, “I have to leave now, but when your family meets hers, talk to her alone and let her know what kind of marriage you want. If you tell her that you don’t want to own her and you want a real marriage, it will mean something to her. Trsut me.”



“I do trust you, and I will talk with her.” He said.



“Alright Ron,” Harry said the moment Hermione was gone, “what’s the real issue.”



“She has no choice in this Harry.” He said.



“Well, neither do you.” He pointed out.



“But I’ll wager Pansy isn’t feeling like a rapist.” He said softly.



“True. Would you force it? If she was that scared?” He asked.



“No,” Ron said firmly, “I would never do that.”



“Maybe she won’t refuse you?” Harry said.



“I don’t want her to just not refuse.” Ron told him. “I want her to…..well, I guess I want her to want it to. I want her to be mine. My Pansy.”



“Then listen to what Hermione said. If you treat her like a real wife, a partner, and not a doormat, well, what woman doesn’t appreciate that?” Harry reasoned.



“True.” Ron agreed.



“Maybe in time, she will feel something. Maybe you both will.” He suggested.



‘She’s a beautiful one Harry, and she’s a lady.” Ron said.



“That she is.” Harry agreed.



“The last thing I want is for her to be afraid of me.”



“Then talk to her. Hermione even said that she wasn’t scared anymore when Snape talked to her openly. Do the same thing with Pansy. She deserves it.” Harry told him.



“Yes she does.” He agreed. Pansy watched the two men share a drink as the memory faded away. When she emerged from the memory Ron was watching her. She lunged at him and submerged herself in his hug. Letting her tears fall all she wept and sobbed, as his arms held her secure.



When she had calmed somewhat, Ron turned her in his arms and wiped away her tears. “Oh my Ron.” She pulled him down and kissed his thoroughly. “Thank you so much.”



“Your welcome. I just wanted you to know how I felt that day, since you told me.” He said.



“That was thoughtful of you.” She said.



“Well, I have one more surprise for you.” He reached behind one of the chairs and pulled out a frame. Holding it in his lap Pansy exhaled slowly. “Ron, this is beautiful.”



“It’s for us to remember what brought us together, even though we chose to stay together.” He said, kissing her cheek.



“I love you.” She said as more tears started.



“I love you too.” Ron set the frame down on the floor as he took Pansy in his arms, and easing her onto the pillows while he kissed her.



Their shadows danced on the glass of the frame, lit by the flames of the fireplace. Encased in a hand carved wooden frame on a dark red background were two parchments side by side. Above each parchment stitched in gold letters were the words, ‘Ron’s Parchment’ and ‘Pansy’s Parchment’.



The end.





A/N: Dont forget to read and review, and if anyone has an idea for another fic, let me know.