What Would You Wish For?

Ron hid the picnic basket in the bristles of his broom. The house elves showed him how to enlarge it, but for now it would be a surprise. Pansy thought they were taking a broom ride, but he found the perfect spot near the lake for a picnic.



He waiting at the end of a corridor that led to the grounds, broom in hand, leaning up against the stone wall. He saw Pansy walking up to him and smiled at her. In jeans, black boots and a black sweater she walked toward him with a smile and a spring in her step.



“Hi.” He reached out a hand, feeling her joy as she accepted his kiss on her cheek. “You look lovely.”



“Thanks.” She gave a small blush, but he knew the compliments fed her esteem.



“Let’s go.” Hand in hand, they left the corridor, stepping out until Ron found a spot to mount. Once he was settled, he looked at her. “I’ll hold it steady while you get situated.”



He had to hold himself in check as well, which wasn’t hard as she gripped his shoulders and mounted his broom from behind. Her thighs clutched his hips and after bouncing around for a moment, she wrapped her arms around his waist.



“Ready?” He asked.



“Yes, I think so.” She chuckled. “If you hear a blood curdling scream, that’s just me.” She was scared but not fearful, which reassured Ron that it was more of a nervous feeling.



Ron offered her a laugh of his own. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”



Ron flew around the grounds then over the lake and to the cliffs nearby. Her eventual laughter and one armed grip showed him that she had relaxed and was enjoying the flight. He knew anyway because he felt it, but he noticed her body language as well. He zig-zagged through the outer parts of the forbidden forest, and then back over the grounds again. He raised up higher and toward a lower cliff on the borders of the lake.



He touched down and held the broom steady as she dismounted. He was disappointed to have her leave his body but he knew she would have to. He couldn’t keep her on his broom all day.



“What a view Ron.” She looked out onto the Great Lake and Hogwarts grounds.



“Yes, it’s wonderful.” He said, and removed the shrunken basket from his broom.



“What’s that?” She asked, and gasped as he waved his wand. A small table and two plates emerged, and settled themselves in front of her.



“How about some lunch?” He said with a grin.



She giggled and joined him at the table. They ate fish and chips, along with butterbears and talked about their families. She knew he came from a large family, but only knew the ones she had gone to school with.



As an only child she would have loved to have a sibling but she also treasured her privacy. It was one of the reasons she decided she only wanted one or two children. Ron seemed to agree. As one of many children, hand me downs were commonplace as well as the lack of privacy. He could count on one hand the number of times he wasn’t disturbed in some way at home.



Ron waved his wand again and cleaned up the basket, sending it to his broom. Lunch in the castle would be served soon, giving him and Pansy some time alone. He straddled a nearby boulder and patted the spot between his thighs. “Come have a seat.”



She didn’t hesitate to take a seat, leaning into his body, as he laced his fingers around her shoulders. She let her head fall on his shoulder, breathing in his cologne. She had noticed it during the Hogsmeade trip, and smiled in appreciation.



Ron was aware of her feelings, her enjoyment of the afternoon, her enjoyment of being near him, and her curiosity about him. He titled his head to the side and kissed her forehead. She gave him the response he expected, and she lifted her eyes to meet his.



He dropped his lips to hers and hugged her closer. Her lips were just as sweet as he remembered. He parted her lips with his and thrust his tongue into her mouth. She responded without a thought. They gave in to what their bodies wanted, feeding off each other, tasting one another.



Ron plunged and withdrew, caressing her tongue with his. He lifted a hand to hold the back of her head, threading his fingers in her black locks. She was too delicious and too delightful to release, and he knew she didn’t want him to.



Pansy was on a natural. Ron’s kiss was fire and it drove her to be bold. She dropped a hand from his shoulder down his chest. His body was solid, warm and inviting. It made her want more. It made her need more.



Ron broke the kiss, looking down into her eyes. Both of them were panting and he wanted nothing more then to dive into her mouth again, but he felt what she was feeling. Not only from what he was sensing but what he knew from what Demona saw, and he wanted to give her what she wanted.



“What do you want?” He whispered, his breath dusting her lips. The intensity of his eyes matched her own. She bit her bottom lip as she thought about his words. After a moment she twisted and faced him, letting her legs rest on top of his. Ron wanted to reach out and grab her hips, pulled her against him. He wanted to grind his cock into her, but he didn’t. He kept his hands beside his hips, waiting for her next move.



Pansy moved slowly, running her hand along his shoulders and dropping both down to his chest. She always appreciated a man’s torso, and seeing a man in jeans while shirtless never failed to arouse her. She could feel his strength and his warmth. She knew his bare skin would be soft and as she watched him enjoying her touch, she leaned forward and kissed his neck.



Ron let his head roll to the side, giving her more skin to explore. From what she said to Millicent, she wanted to touch him and he had every intention of letting her. He liked being touched too. Having his body admired was something he appreciated and he felt proud that he was pleasing her this way.



He sighed as her lips moved up near his ear, gently sucking his earlobe. He groaned as her hands yanked his shirt from his jeans and her hands met his bare body. Having her take control was an unexpected turn on, one that he could definitely get used to.



His chest rose and fell under her hands. His skin was smooth and only lightly dusted with hair. The muscles flexed under her fingers, but it wasn’t enough. “Take it off Ron.” She whispered into his ear, and she was obediently obeyed.



She waited as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He placed his hands back next to his hips, watching her and waiting. She was filled with blatant lust as her eyes roamed over his chest. She took in ever muscle, every surface.



She lifted her hands and flattened his palms on his chest, letting them drag down to his waist. Ron let his head fall back and gave himself over to the sensations of her touch. Her innocent exploration of his body was as sexual as anything he had ever experience. No amount of snogging matched her wonder. She was turned on too, he felt it. She was aroused, and curious. Her touch as well as her emotions told him.



“You have a beautiful body Ron.” She whispered. He raised his head and looked at her. He felt her shyness but it was mixed with courage, and desire.



“Thank you.” His genuine pleasure was contagious and she leaned closer, sliding her arms around his waist, and tilting her head to take his kiss.



Bare-chested, with her arms around him, and her kiss overtaking him, Ron felt his whole being open up. Pansy was an amazing woman, and as he wrapped his own arms and hugged her close, he felt a closeness to her that he never felt before.



He felt the need to share so much of himself with her. He had a newfound respect for her. She had told him honestly of her feelings and she wanted him to know how she felt. He would do the same. She would know just how he felt about her too.



He decided that Pansy was a woman well worth the pursuit, and no matter how long it took him, he would pursue her. She broke the kiss and smiled at him. “You are very pretty when you smile.” He said, delighting in her habit of biting her bottom lip.



She sat upright again and handed him his shirt. He quickly put it back on and tucked it back in. Gathering his broom, they flew slowly back to the castle, walking hand in hand once they landed. He took her to her house, giving her a quick kiss. Promising to see her soon. He hurried back to Gryffindor tower, with just enough time to change for class.





That night he decided on a bath, instead of a hurried shower in the morning. He soaked and let the warm water relax his muscles. Having a passenger on his broom was extra work and forced a harder workout as he flew. He had baths after quidditch games too, it helped when he was beaten and bruised from blocking bludgers.



“You look relaxed.” He jumped up and frantically looked around. “Relax, relax, it’s just me.” He located Demona as she lounged face down at the edge of the massive tub.



“Sorry,” he relaxed again and reclined against the marble, “I wasn’t expecting guests in here.”



He heard her giggle, then the click of her boots as she moved closer, and sat behind him. “Yes, I can see how it might be distracting.”



He kept his eyes closed, and chuckled. “Enjoy your day?” He asked.



“Yes,” she leaned against his ear, “enjoy your lunch?”



He opened his eyes and looked at her, without moving. “Don’t tell me you were watching.”



“Once the kiss got heated, I left.” She said. “Although I couldn’t help but notice that your shirt was slightly disheveled and haphazardly tucked in.”



He closed his eyes again and chuckled. “You notice a lot.”



“Yes, I do.” She said, rolling onto her back and resting her head in her hands. “I also happened to notice that she is smitten, and danced around her room, while she changed for class.”



Ron chuckled then fell silent for a moment. “Demona, could you refrain from seeing Pansy in private. It feels like we’re spying on her.” He said quietly.



She shifted on her side and lifted her head on a fist. “I was wondering when you would ask that.”



“You did?” He raised his eyes and looked at her.



“You’re falling in love Ron. Your respect for her shows.” Ron let his head fall back as he thought about her words. His feelings while she kissed him were strong, but he hadn’t thought about the fact that he might be falling in love. Perhaps Demona saw something deeper in him, since she had seen and experienced so much more then he had. He knew Pansy was something special and he wanted to continue it.



He knew she was pleased with what she saw earlier, but he wondered if she would be pleased with the rest of him, or would she be disappointed. She seemed to like this body but then again she had only see part of it. What if he wasn’t what she expected. He remembered her talk with Millicent as they speculated about him.



“Demona, can I ask you something?” He asked, lifting his head.



“Always.” She sat up and watched as he also stood, letting the water drop off his body. She didn’t blush, she didn’t look away, she didn’t even smile. She just kept her same serene expression.



“What do you think of……,” he looked away for the briefest moment, “well….I mean, what do you think of me?” His unease was something he dismissed, and she was aware that he had.



“I think Pansy would be very pleased.” She said.



“Really?” He asked.



“Yes, really.” She rose and approached him. “You are a wonderful specimen.” She looked down at his cock and it rose slightly, thickening as it hardened.



“I’m sorry.” Ron blushed. “I can’t help…..”



“I know, it’s being looked at that’s arousing.” She said.



“Yes, it is.” He made no move to shield himself. Demona herself had admitted to seeing countless men. She was someone to trust.



“You should be proud of yourself.” She told him, then she kissed his cheek and vanished.



Ron quickly dressed and headed for bed, his confidence lifted by the two women he had come to value.