Help me Ron

Over the next month Ron and Pansy talked more and more intimately. She stole a kiss every now and then, but Ron wasn’t exactly withholding them. She told him honesty that she enjoyed being able to kiss him and asked if it bother him.



“No, not at all.” He said during one of their walks. He had an arm around her and hers was around his waist, dangling from his belt.



“You know Ron, if there was someone you wanted to have a go at, I don’t want you to think you can’t because of all the time you spend with me.” She said, looking at the ground as she talked.



“Really?” He said, looking down at her. “You think I’m sacrificing my life for you?” He chuckled as her shrug. “Pansy, I enjoy being with you. I love our walks and our talks.”



“Do you hear what people say about us?” She asked.



“Yes. They assume we are a couple because we spend so much time together, because I helped you, because we went to the ball, they can talk all they want.” He told her.



“Ron, is there any girl you want to spend the time with though?” She asked.



“Aside from you?” He asked, and grinned at her expression. “No Pansy, there isn’t another girl I’d rather be with.”



To Ron it was a half truth. He wanted to spend the time with Pansy, but when he said there wasn’t any girl he’d like to date that was untrue. He would like to date Pansy but knew the chances at this point were slim. She was still healing and it would take time.



The mental healer had told him that engaging in intimacy again was something that couldn’t be charted. Some women got over it in a matter of weeks, some women needed years to feel the desire again. Ron was not about to do anything that would send her backsliding or cause flashbacks. He knew all about them and were prepared but didn’t want to deal with them.





That night Ron lay in his bed staring up at the slats above his bed. He smiled as he thought of Pansy. She had come so far from that night he found her terrified in the forest. He knew she was strong then, and she had shone it. It took a lot of courage to deal with the emotions she was dealing with and he was proud of her.



His respect for her is what kept him from deepening the kisses she stole and trying to touch her more when they walked. He wanted to hold her waist and snog her senseless but he didn’t want her to push him away. He wanted her to see him with the same sense that he saw her. Respect.



Pansy as getting her life back and he didn’t want to interrupt that. She needed to control the pace, she needed to have the control and he wanted her to have it. If her life didn’t include him, then he would have to deal with it. Pansy deserved to be happy and he knew he would have to step aside without a word if she asked him to.



He didn’t think she would do that though. He would be her friend for life, he knew that. He wanted to be more, but he would have to settle for what she gave him. She was so pretty when she smiled and laughed, and he wanted more then anything to take her in his arms, but he would have to settle for less. She was a graceful lady in every sense of the words but he would have to be that much more of a gentleman at the moment. At least until she showed him otherwise.







Pansy, in Slytherin house, was having her own conflicting thoughts. She had seen how Ron reacted to the occasional kiss she asked him for, she’d have to be blind not to see it. What confused her was Ron insistence that there was no reaction.



He admitted that there was no girl he was thinking of and always seemed to joke that she was the one he was thinking of. She began to doubt those jokes lately. When they walked, they had a habit of slipping into the same cadence. Their body language matched, even down to walking in the same step and predicting moves.



She thought about the last kiss she gave him, after their walk that evening. She felt the urge to open her mouth and taste him, but she didn’t know if he would. Maybe he would think she was using him as a dress rehearsal. She didn’t feel that way about him.



She was grateful enough to him, but it was more then that. Ron had been in some very close situations with her and hadn’t taken advantage of her in any way. She wondered, if she asked him for more, would he give it? If she gave him a fuller kiss, would he reject her?



Ron was a comfort she relied on, more so in the beginning then now, but she still relied on him. She would hate to give that up because she did something stupid. It couldn’t hurt to ask him for more, there was a fifty fifty chance he would say yes. The was also a fifty fifty chance he would say no. If she wanted a deeper kiss badly, then she would have to take that chance.



Groaning, she waved her wands and put out all the lights, settling down to sleep.









A few days later, Pansy was through arguing with herself. She had gone over the pros and cons of asking Ron for that kiss too many times to count. She was tired of going back and forth and decided it was time to just go for broke. During their walk she pulled him toward the corridors.



“You don’t want to walk outside?” He asked.



“No, I have something in mind.” She told him, and she did the required paces to bring about a door along a bare stretch of wall. Ron followed her inside and looked around. It was a common room, although a plain one. The was a fire but it gave off no heat. There were comfortable chairs and couches, even a few tables and a chessboard in the corner.



Pansy slowly approached the loveseat in front of the fire and sat down. Ron was about to take a seat in a nearby armchair but she gestured to the seat beside her.



“Pansy, you seem distracted, what’s the matter?” He asked.



“I want to ask you for something, and its taken me a few days to figure out how.” She said.



“Do you need something?” He asked, seeing the conflict in her face.



“Yes, I think I do.” She told him.



“Then all you have to do is ask.” He said.



“I want a kiss Ron.” She told him, looking at his eyes, waiting for rejection.



“You know you can always have a kiss anytime you want.” He said. “Why has it been hard to ask?”



“Because I want a real kiss Ron,” she said quietly, “and I’m afraid you will say no.”



“You mean you want a snog?” He asked, and she nodded slowly, afraid to see his reaction. “I will of course give you one if you want, but may I ask why?”



Pansy looked confused. “Does it matter why?”



“In a way, it does a little. I will give you one no matter what, I just need to know where its coming from first.” He told her. “Is it because you feel something, or because you are ready to try and need someone who understands if you panic and stop?”



He was being very blunt, but then again considering what she asked of him, it was his right to ask why. “I guess you could say they are both true.” She said. “I do want to try and get back to a place where I feel comfortable. If I do panic and need to stop, you wont ask questions, you wont try and convince me otherwise, and you won’t try for more then a snog. You respect me don’t you Ron?” He gave her a firm nod. “You care about me, in your own way, and I won’t ask you to specify how, but you will make sure I never feel pressured or uncomfortable. You make me feel safe Ron, more then I ever have. I know that stems from wanting to take care of me after what happened, but I do feel that from you. Am I wrong?”



“No, your not wrong at all.” He told her, keeping eye contact.



“I do feel something wrong, and it may not be what you expect or want, but what you have given me is more precious then any boys lines, or flowers they think make them look good. If I am going to be that close to anyone I want it to be with someone who understands and respects me more then all others.” She fell quiet and watched his face.



Ron was contemplating what he had heard. Pansy felt something that had come from the gratefulness she felt. He could understand that. His own feeling came from the need to protect her. He would have been stupid to think she was going to admit deep longing of love for him, but he could dream couldn’t he? In the meantime she had asked him for something that he could readily give her now.



He faced her and leaned in just a little, then held his position. Pansy shifted and face him, moving closer. Her heart was racing now, and she licked her lips nervously. Ron saw her nerves and closed his eyes. Her heard her sigh and then felt her soft hands take hold of his jaw. He felt them tremble and wanted to rest his own hands on top of them but he didn’t. She had to be in control.



Pansy looked at the handsome face. Ron had such a peacefulness about him. His boyish look had matured into the strong features of a man. She ran her thumbs over the trace of ginger stubble along his jaw, then along his lips. They were soft and inviting and he let them part naturally under her touch.



Summoning all her courage and leaned in while bringing him closer and joined their lips. Ron followed her lead, letting her dictate the pace. At first Pansy just exchanged open mouth kisses, getting used to the feel of him. When she felt her nerves calming she took her chance.



Pressing her lips to his, she opened her mouth slowly. Ron mimicked her actions but when their mouths were open he made no move to invaded it. The power rested with her. She tilted her head and sealed their lips shut, extending her tongue into his mouth.



Ron felt his whole body light up and took a moment to appreciate the fact that his lower body was away from her, because his cock and inflated with a power he had never felt before. Pansy met his tongue with hers and slid slowly against it. The smooth slick movements of their tongues touching was turn on for Pansy and she felt her body respond.



She hadn’t felt this since well before her attack and she was a bit unsure of how to deal with it. She let her arms fall to Ron’s shoulders holding them as they kissed, and grateful that he was letting her move as slow as she was. This snog was gentle and touching, as slow as she needed it, but her mind was only half there.



She was thinking of her body. Pansy had felt desire before but never this strongly. Her breasts ached and they felt hard and swollen, like she knew her nipples to be. She felt them trying to escape her bra. She knew they hurt for Ron’s hands.



Her legs felt heavy and her stomach was clenching inside her. She felt a warmth fill her body and a need to sink against him. She let her arms circle his shoulders and deepened her kiss. Sliding her body closer, until her thigh was pressed against his. Her twisted body was slightly uncomfortable but she didn’t care. What mattered to her at the moment was the Ron was touching her. His hands stayed by his sides, but she didn’t want them there.



She reached for the arm that was closest to her and lifted it. When she slid her body under his arm nestling into him, he folded it across her back and closed his fingers over her shoulder. She opened her mouth wide and drew his tongue into her mouth.



Pansy curled her body into his as they kissed. She thought for as brief moment of sliding into his lap but it was so nice to kiss him this way that she didn’t want to interrupt it. She wanted to just enjoy it as it was.



The reactions of her body, grew and her thighs clenched together on their own. Her breasts still felt hard and she clutched Ron’s shirtfront pulling him closer. He responded with out hesitation.



Ron was far beyond protesting. He was keeping it in his head not to be aggressive but there was nothing stopping him from giving her what she was asking for. He hugged her closer with one arm and with his other hand, reached up and caressed her forearm and wrist. The touch brought them closer as they kisses. It was innocent enough contact but it made Ron feel closer to her.



She broke off the kiss far to soon for his taste, but they had been enjoying a continuous snog for nearly twenty minutes without stopping.



“I think we should stop.” She said, letting out a long breathe.



“Alright.” He said, not letting go of her. He didn’t want to release her, so he waited until she pulled away slightly.



He walked her to Slytherin house and gave her another kiss, but she didn’t deepen it this time. Ron didn’t mind though. She had taken a major chance tonight and even as much as he enjoyed it, this was about her comfort.



He had to wank off when he got to Gryffindor tower. His erection hadn’t gone down in the slightest and there was no way he would be able to sleep unless he dealt with it. She tasted sweeter then any treat imaginable, and he feel asleep with their lingering kiss in his mind.





A/N: Dont forget to R&R.