Help me Ron

Valentines Day fast approached and before Ron knew it, it was a week away. He had planned to ask Pansy to attend the Hogsmeade weekend with him. He wanted to her enjoy the holiday along with her friends and not be left out of all the fun.



They met after dinner on their customary walk. Her nightmares had all but vanished and were practically none existent. Her dreams now were more about being the center of attention and more stressful then horrible. She was dealing with them as any other girl would.



“Do you have plans for the Valentines weekend?” He asked as they strolled arm in arm along the grounds. Her relaxed hands, laced in his elbow was always a joy and he walked slowly to prolong the contact.



“Millicent invited me to a group tea during the Hogsmeade trip but I don’t know if I want to go.” She said.



“Why not?” Ron asked, quickly amending his plan in his head, since Hogsmeade was out.



“I don’t like the thought of a huge crowd. Even at the Yule Ball, we had a table and it was a small group.” She explained.



“How about a picnic then?” He offered. “I can ask one of the castle elves to pack a lunch and we can take a broomstick ride.” He said smiling.



Her face warmed and she looked at him. “Can we fly to the top of the waterfall? She asked.



“We can fly anywhere you want.” He said. His heart sped up. She looked so excited and he was glad he could do this for her. He would fly her anywhere she wanted, as long as she would smile at him the whole time.



“Alright.” She said and leaned in without knowing it. Ron felt it though. She had hugged his arm and his elbow brushed against the top of her breasts. He could feel their softness through two layers of clothing and he felt himself hardening.



Later that night in the shower he slapped himself several times, telling himself he was a bastard and a half to think of her that way. She gave him her trust and he repaid it by wanking off in the shower to her. He released his cock and continued with his wash, but he couldn’t. He may be a bastard but he would never get to sleep if he didn’t take care of this.



He dreamed of her that night. They were on their picnic and she jumped on him straddling his body and pulling off his clothes, saying she was going to use him to get over what had happened, and use him she did. Ron was witch handled in the most delicious way and he woke up sweaty and panting, with man milk in his lap.



“Shit.” He muttered and grabbed his wand.



“Ron, what is it?” Harry asked rubbing his eyes.



“Nothing, just a bad dream.” He said.



Harry let out a chuckle. “Sure it was.” Ron contemplated sending a slew of spiders into his friends bed, but in the end just went to sleep.







“Mr. Weasley, stay behind.” Snape ordered as everyone was shuffling out of the classroom. Ron approached the desk and waited. When the room was cleared he spoke. “Miss Parkinson has received a letter. Given her situation, Dumbledore thought it wise to have her mail diverted to me.”



“Alright.” He said not understanding what he was here.



“The letter is from Germany, Mr. Weasley.” The Professor said calmly.



“It’s from Lutz, isn’t it Sir?” Ron asked. Would this ass never leave her alone?



“It may be, however I cannot legally open it not can I legally refuse to give it to her. All I can do is make sure you are aware of it and ask that you be present when she opens it.” He said.



“Yes sir. Can I deliver it?” He asked, and his question was met with a hard stare. “I wont try and open it, or keep it from her.” He said.



“Very well.” Snape handed the letter over and Ron left to meet with Pansy. They planned to meet in the astronomy tower for a break. It was usually deserted during the daylight hours.



She was already there and gazing out into the horizon. “Pansy, a letter came for you.” He said, thinking it would be just get it out of the way.



“Really?” She looked at him as he came to stand beside her.



“Yes.” He took it out and handed it to her.



She looked at the writing and shoved it into her robes.



“You’re not going to read it?” He asked.



“Not yet.” She said, gazing out onto the grounds. Ron remained silent, but wondered what she would do with it. Pansy grinned at his face. “I’ll read it during our walk later. I won’t look at it alone.”



Ron felt reassured but still curious. If it was from Lutz, what did he say? Why in the hell didn’t he just leave her alone? She didn’t want him, she never wanted him. What was he trying to prove?







Waiting for dinner was a trial for Ron. It took far too long for the day to pass. He wanted to rush through dinner but he waited patiently for Pansy to look his way.



The moment she rose and looked at him, he was on his feet and over to her in record time. She looped her fingers on his elbow and they walked along the grounds, as they had many times before.



“You want to know what that letter says, don’t you?” She asked.



“In all honesty, yes I do.” He told her.



“Why is it so important?” She asked.



“I want to know what he’s trying to prove. I want to know why he is bothering you still, and if he is going to come back.” Ron said. “I want to know how much of a threat he is.”



“You still consider him a threat?” She asked.



“After what he did to you physically and what he started at the ball, he is always a threat.” Ron said.



Pansy dropped down and sat on the ground under a tree. She pulled out the letter and opened it, taking a moment to read. Ron knew he had no right to ask her what it said, but he hoped she would share what it contained.



He waited patiently, then looked up as she chuckled. She looked at him and handed over the letter. “If you don’t want me to read…..”



“Go on Ron, its absurd.” She leaned against the tree while he opened the parchment and read.



‘Pansy,

To this day I still don’t know why you claimed what you claimed. Our precious time together was interrupted by that redhead and it makes me wonder how you convinced him to spy on us. I know you were playing hard to get, all women do. I know women want an aggressive man and I was giving you that. It hurts my heard to think of how you betrayed me, but I forgive you, and anytime you want to apologize you know where to find me. Yours, Johannes’



“What potion is this moron taking?” Ron said, looking down at the letter thinking it was a joke.



Pansy let her head fall back and let out a laugh. Ron wondered if she had lost her mind. What on earth was she laughing at? “Pansy?” He asked, getting steadily more and more worried.



“He thought I was playing hard to get.” She roared out with more laughter, leaning against the tree. “He was taking charge like some……mindless… romance….novel hero.” She let out peals of laughter. Ron didn’t think it was funny. To him it was the act of a dangerously stupid mind.



“Pansy…..I don’t think…..” He stopped when he noticed her laugh change. She had her head on her knees and her body was shaking but her laughter had died. “Pansy?’ She looked up and he saw her eyes were red and brimming over.



“He thought I wanted some man to come and…..” she started crying harder, “he thought all I wanted was a fucking and I would be his.” She let out al her grief and Ron saw the tension drain along with her tears. “He did this to me because he thought I wanted it.”



She let her body fall against Ron’s and let him hold her. He kept his arm around her shoulder, letting her cry. It hurt to hear her cry like this, but the most he could do was hold onto her.



Pansy grabbed his shirt and pulled, forcing his body closer. She buried her face in his neck and cried. Ron held her tighter, wrapping both arms around her shoulders. Off in the distance, over Pansy’s head he saw Professor Snape had been watching them. He met Ron’s eyes then turned and walked back into the castle in a billow of black robes.



Ron didn’t know how long he held her. He only knew that she had stopped after a long time and now was just leaning against him. She didn’t say anything. Ron pressed a kiss to the top of her head and he felt her grip on his shirt tighten. Since she didn’t pull away, but snuggled closer he knew she needed that. He helped her to her feet and she slid an arm around his waist. He left his arm on her shoulder and walked with her arm in arm to her dorms. When they reached Slytherin house she hugged him tightly, and he returned it.



Ron thought it was the warmest feeling he had ever felt. Better even, then when they danced at the Ball. Pansy holding him was an indulgence that he loved and any chance she gave it to him he was glad to have it. He still wondered what her afterthoughts were though. He would have to find out later.









Pansy was silent all the next day, preferring to just avoid the topic. Ron didn’t push her, he knew she would tell him eventually.



After dinner, that talked about Valentines Day, and agreed to meet near the fountain just before lunch. Ron had a charmed basket that would transfigure into a low set table. He already had plans to go to the kitchens beforehand to get a picnic. He had a blanket as well and a mindset to make Valentines Day special for her. If anyone deserved it she did.