Help me Ron

Ron left the kitchens with his nerves firing up. He was in his best jeans and a dark blue jumper. He had taken extra care with his appearance. He was thinking of this as a date even thought it really wasn’t, he wanted to let Pansy know he was making an effort for her.



The basket tucked firmly on his arm, his broom in a tight grip, and the blanket shrunk and folded in his pocket, he walked to the fountain and saw her sitting there. Millicent was with her and when she saw Ron coming, she quickly took off. Pansy was lovely. She was in a black skirt and a pink sweater. Her black boots covered her ankle and made her legs look so shapely and silken….



Ron, behave yourself you randy goat, he yelled at himself. “You look adorable.” He told her.



“I could say the same. You got dressed up.” She said.



“It’s Valentines Day.” He said. “Are you ready?”



“Yes.” She said.



Ron settled his broom in a float and mounted, keeping it steady with one foot planted on the ground. “Do you want to sit in front of me or behind me?” He asked.



“What’s easier for you?” She asked, looking at the broom in both spots.



“I’ve never had anyone on my broom before, so I think if you sit behind me I could see better.” He said. She straddled the broom and got comfortable. When she wrapped her arms around his waist and shifted just a little, she told him she was ready and he took off.



Ron took her on a leisurely flight, taking a aerial tour of the grounds. He made his way toward the lake and upward toward to the glen he had chosen for their picnic. The grass up here was untouched, soft and lustrous. Under a large tree and tossed the blanket in the air and it unfolded itself settling on the ground in a smooth surface. He set the basket on the blanket and flicked his wand at it, watching as the dishes suspended in the air as the basket shifted about and settled into a small low set table, then the dishes arranged themselves in neat places.



“This all looks wonderful. Where did you manage to get champagne?” She asked, as she sniffed the glass Ron gave her.



“I told my brothers I needed it and they sent it to me in an owl, charmed so it was kept secret.” He said, settling next to her and gathering a plate for her.



“I get served an everything.” She said, watching him.



“Of course.” He chuckled. “You get everything you want today.” He set her plate down and filled his own.



As they ate, she spoke of the girls in Slytherin and their plans for dates. She thought most of them funny and how they wanted to make this boy think that or this boy do that. It was funny to Pansy to hear the lengths girls were willing to go when it came to boys.



Ron let her know what the boys in his own house were going on about as thy prepared. Pansy was in hysterics at the charms and potions used to make themselves appear more manly, but she nearly chocked in her wine when he spoke of the tips they were giving each other.



“Your joking.” She said.



“No, I’m not, Seamus firmly believes that girls want to be complimented to no end, not matter what you say.” He said.



“If its obviously a stupid compliment, we just assume you are trying to get some. That’s what Johannes did.” Ron looked over at her but she maintained a calm face.



“I didn’t mean to bring it up.’ He said, sipping his champagne.



“You didn’t, I did.” She set down her flute and looked him right in the eye. “My life was thrown about in horrible ways, but you can never know how much I appreciate your help, Ron.” He looked over at her and felt a blush rise on his cheeks.



“I like the way your blush, you know.” She said.



“Thanks.” He Blushed harder at her praise.



“Ron, I know that I could not have make it without you. I would be at the bottom of a cliff right now.” He dropped his smile and met her eyes. “You mean a lot to me Ron. I want you to know that.”



“I know.” He told her. “I wish I had gotten to you sooner that night.” He said.



“I wish you had to,” she said with a chuckle, glad that he gave one of his own, “but I’m glad you did.”



He smiled at her and for several moments they just looked at each other. Ron flicked his wand and the basket folded itself up. “Would you like to fly about some more?” He asked.

“I’d like to kiss you Ron, if you’d let me.” She said softly.



Ron’s stomach dropped and he could have sworn his sac jumped in his jeans. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to.” He said when he got his voice back. “I didn’t invite you to try and get something from you.”



“I know,” she told him, “but I still would like one.”



“Of course.” He said softly, then waited as she moved beside him. He made sure she knew she was in control.



Pansy was nervous. She knew Ron was safe and he wouldn’t do anything she was uncomfortable with. She knew if she stopped he would respect it. This was Ron, where else was she safer then with him?



She leaned in and pressed her lips to his, feeling the softness. Ron held himself still, letting her dictate the pressure, but he couldn’t resist a slight pucker. She seemed to enjoy it, because she returned it and pressed her lips harder.



Ron was over the moon. He wanted more then ever to open his mouth and taste her, but he didn’t dare be that bold. Pansy however did part her lips, just a little, and Ron did the same, hugging her bottom lip with his as she hugged his top lip.



Ron wanted to cry when she pulled away but the smile on her lips was enough of a reward. “Thank you.” She whispered.



“Thank you.” He said back. Pansy looked about then back at him.



“Do I still get that broom ride?” She asked.



“Of course.” He rose and flicked his wand at the basket and blanket, vanishing them.



“Where did they go?” She asked, as his broom flew into his hand.



“The kitchens. I borrowed it from the castle elves.” He said. He balanced his broom and mounted, again keeping it steady while he kept a foot locked on the ground. He waited for her to mount.



“Was it easy enough to fly with me behind you?” She asked.



“Without the basket I think I can manage if you want to sit in front.” He said. “It not, we can find a place to set down and switch.”



She walked over and thought tried to figure out the best way to sit. She didn’t want to straddle the broom, because she didn’t know if she wanted her ass in between his thighs. If she sat sideways however, she had no choice but to hold onto him rather then the broom.



Making up her mind she turned and settle sideways in front of him and slipped an arm around his waist, and took a firm hold if his jumper. When she was ready he pushed off.



Ron flew much slower this time, taking time for Pansy to get comfortable as he flew through the trees and along the lake. Soon she let go of his jumper and balanced a hand on the broom handle near his.



Pansy light hearted laughter filled Ron with a euphoria he had never felt before. It didn’t matter to him if she was grateful to him, or glad he had done this for her, it only matter that she was happy. That’s what he wanted to see. Pansy smiling again, and feeling no fear.



She soon was telling him to fly faster and faster, and he began racing from tree to tree listening to her squeals and she clung to him. He sped this way and that, the broom weaving in and out of the trees, and Pansy wrapping both arms around him like devils snare, but laughing with him.



He slowed eventually and landed just outside the quidditch pitch. He eased onto the ground and let her dismount. She was smiling brilliantly and when he took his broom in hand, she threw herself into his arms and hugged his tightly. Ron returned her embrace, wondering if she would push him away but she didn’t.



Ron loved her laugh. He cold listen to it all day if she’d let him. “This was a wonderful Valentine’s Day Ron.” She said. “Thank you.”



“I have one more thing for you.” He told her and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a seed and tapped it with his wand. Pansy eyes grew wider and her lips parted in amazement as the seed grew before her very eyes. It lengthened from Ron’s fingers and bloomed into a perfect red rose. “Happy Valentine’s Day Pansy.”



“Oh Ron, thank you.” She took it and smiled up at him. “It’s beautiful.”



“Your welcome.” He told her, accepting another hug. He walked her to Slytherin house, with an arm around her shoulder. They had graduated from an armed escort to literally arm in arm and he loved it.



He walked back to his own common room and listened to his friends dates, shaking his head as Harry told of Seamus getting slapped because of a stupid comment he made. Hermione didn’t know what to do because Cormac McLaggen kept going on and on and on about his apprenticeship, and it gave her a headache.



When Harry and Ginny asked about his own date, he only said that it was lovely. He knew they wanted details but he wasn’t about to tell them. Pansy’s kiss was his own secret.





A/N: Please R&R, I don’t know if this fic is moving too slowly, but I tried to write it faster and it didn’t seem right so I went back and wrote it the way I wanted, and that’s what is posted here. I just don’t know if this longer, slower moving story is alright with everyone. What do you think?