What Would You Wish For?

Demona didn’t return until late that night. Ron had a feeling she was waiting for his dorm mates to go to sleep. He joined Neville and Harry in telling of their dates, but it was mostly to kill time. He was anxious to see what Demona had found out.



He was in his bed, the only one awake, flipping though a quidditch magazine when she appeared at the foot of his bed. He started to rise but she was already touching his temple, sharing what she had seen.



Pansy was sitting on her bed dressing in ivory colored satiny pajamas. Her face was clean of any make up and she looked anxiously to the door off to the side. Moments later, Millicent emerged, dressing in dark blue lounge pants and what looked like an oversized white t shit.



“Ok, spill it.” Millicent jumped on Pansy’s bed, her smile matching the one Pansy was wearing.



“It was the best.” Pansy let her body drop back on her pillow, only to be pulled back to a sitting position by Millicent. “The café was so cozy and romantic and when we danced….oh Millicent, he has the most amazing arms.”



Pansy’s sigh was met with giggles from Millicent. “Didn’t I tell you he had a good body.”



“It’s not only nice to look at, it’s firm, and warm.” Pansy took her shoulders. “He was hard as we danced.”



“Well, I imagine arms that solid would we strong.” She said.



“No, no I mean, he had….he was…..,” she pointed between her legs, “you know, hard.”



“Are you serious?” Her eyes widened, and she covered her gapping mouth with a hand.



“Yes, he said it was because of me.” Pansy blushed and joined in the giggling.



“So how big was it?” Millicent asked, and the girls erupted into more giggles.



“I don’t know.” Pansy said, after they calmed down. “From what was up against me, it seemed like it was big.”



‘From where to where?” Millicent watched as Pansy showed her where she could feel him. “Wow, do you think you even felt all of it?”



“I don’t know.” Pansy sat, crossing her legs.



“Maybe you should ask him to see it.” They again erupted in laughter.



“Millicent!” Pansy gasped while still laughing.



“Well, maybe he would show you.” She laughed harder. “You could find out if he’s a natural ginger.”



Pansy laughed with her. “I have a feeling he is. I don’t need to ask.”



Millicent calmed down after a moment. “How can you tell, aside from his siblings of course.”



“Look at his eyebrows, even his eyelashes.” She said simply, fiddling with a tie on her pajama bottoms. “His kiss is fabulous.”



“He kissed you did he?” She was smiling at her friend. “When?”



“When he walked me to the entrance. Nobody was about so he took the opportunity.” She reclined against her headboard. “He was so gentle with me. He didn’t push, and he didn’t make me feel rushed.”



“Did he touch you?” Millicent asked, moving closer. “You know, like Blaise did?”



“No.” Pansy met her friends eyes. “He was respectful. He didn’t grope me. But…, “she paused, “…..well, I think if Ron had attempted it, maybe I wouldn’t have refused.”



“Really?” Millicent seemed shocked. “You seemed to hate it with Blaise.”



“I think I hated it because he expected it of me.” Pansy seemed thoughtful for a moment. “It was almost as if he thought he was entitled to touch me that way. He didn’t care that it made me uncomfortable, or that I was embarrassed or even ashamed.”



“Do you think he wanted to try something?” Millicent asked.



“I don’t know.” Pansy shifted about nervously. “I wanted to touch him too, but I thought he might think I was too forward.”



“Touch him where?” Millicent asked, lifting an eyebrow.



Pansy tossed her pillow at her friend. “Not there. His chest, his waist maybe.”



“His whole body you mean.” She teased.



“Yes, I suppose.” They fell back on the bed in giggles.





Ron saw his room come back into view. He was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Demona reclined next to him and side by side, they stared into nothingness.



“She really likes me then.” Ron said.



“Yes, it does seem so doesn’t it.” Demona’s presence next to him was a comfort in many ways. “She appreciates you Ron.”



“Yes, she does.” Ron smiled. “I was thinking of asking her out again. Maybe a picnic, or a broom ride.”



Demona shifted on her side, leaning her body against Ron’s. “She would love it. The kitchen elves love making picnic baskets.”



Ron lifted his arm, letting her cuddle up against him. She rested an arm across his chest, and closed her eyes and he held her shoulder. “I can’t thank you enough Demona, for what you’ve given me.”



“They were your wishes Ron,” she said calmly, “I am just happy to grant them.”



“Hey, I have something for you.” He got up and moved to his dresser, taking out a rolled parchment and joining her back on the bed, where she had sat up, waiting for him.



“Here.” He handed her the parchment and watched as she opened it, and read.



“Professor Horner, Herbology Professor, taught for over 80 years before retiring to the coast of Ireland with his wife, a historical research specialist. He and his wife had no children but were married for 60 years. Mr. Horner, spent his retirement keeping his own gardens and eventually died peacefully in his sleep. His loving wife followed less then a month later.” Demona looked at Ron.



“You said you wanted to find out what happened to him.” Ron said smiling. “I did a little research on the former professors of the school.”



“Thank you for finding out, but why did you do it?” She asked.



“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He said smiling.



“Oh Ron.” She took his jaw in her hands, giving him a gentle kiss. “You are a darling.”



Ron smiled at her, thinking that her kiss was special, but nowhere near Pansy’s. Demona was comforting, and supportive. After he went to bed, she kissed his cheek again and left for the Forbidden Forest.







The next day, Ron found Pansy heading for the quidditch bleachers. Slytherin was practicing today and she liked to watch. He caught up to her when just as she sat down.



“Hey.” He dropped down next to her, straddling the bench and facing her.



“Ron.” She smiled brightly and shifted slightly to face him. Ron noticed she moved just a little closer, and he felt her excitement grow.



“I had a great time at Hogsmeade, thanks again for going with me.” He kept his smile focused on her, loving how he was feeling desire and affection coming from her.



“I had a great time.” Anticipation joined what she was already feeling, and Ron seized the moment.



“I was hoping, that maybe you’d like to go out with me again. Maybe on a broomstick ride Wednesday. We both have a free period before lunch.” He felt her excitement and knew what her response would be.



“I’d love to.” She bit her bottom lip. “I’m not very good on a broom though.”



“I am.” He was jumping inside, glad that she had just given him the perfect opportunity to suggest what he was already thinking of. “If you don’t mind riding behind me of course.”



“You’re sure it won’t bother you, having someone on the back of your broom?” She asked. Ron sensed a genuine worry and knew he had to fix this now, before he had her on his broom.



“Yes, I can do it. I used to fly with Ginny on my broom before she got her own. Hermione doesn’t like to fly so she always rode with someone else too.” He reached out and took her hand. “I know what I’m doing on a broom.”



“Yes, I know. I’ve see you play.” She smiled and moved closer. “You know, Slytherin house may think you came to spy on their practice.”



He looked up and saw the house captain looking at him, but with what seemed like curiosity and not suspicion. “Do you think I should leave?”



She smiled and gave him a laugh. “How about a walk?” They spent the rest of the afternoon, walking around the grounds, taking time to get to know each other more.