Letters to Lovers

The next few weeks were a trial for both of them. Ron found himself at the end of several hexes courtesy of the Slytherins. While Malfoy promised not to physically do anything, he was not shy about giving suggestions to his housemates.



Ron’s hair had been pecked out by a huge raven conjured from a folded paper, his books grew teeth and tried to eat him, his goblets at meal times kept dancing away from him. Pansy felt awful that Ron was being tormented the way he was.



Ron felt awful that Pansy was suffering along with him. Romilda Vane conjured spiders crawling in her hair, but when he confronted her, she denied anything. He also knew for a fact that Lavender Brown sent several stingers her way, and Natalie McDonald sent her book bag splitting at the seams. Her books and parchments went flying everywhere. He also knew the Patil twins were at the heart of several rumors.



They dealt with it as best they could. Towards Valentine’s Day it began to ease up. Draco Malfoy seemed to have lost interest. No matter what was thrown his way Ron never lost his temper or fought back. The Professors thought that his maturity was shining through, but it was his concern for Pansy that was the root of his resolve. He didn’t want her upset if he hexed her housemate.



She meant a lot to him, and he didn’t want to lose her. He was thinking about Valentine’s Day. He still looked at the present she gave him at Christmas. He was thought about making one for her, then decided against it. Slytherins were notorious for being nosy, and looking for ‘evidence‘ of anything.



Pansy told him already that Malfoy looked through her book bag. She charmed her trunk and dresser so it wouldn’t open for anyone but her. Ron himself thought it was pathetic that she couldn’t trust her own housemates, but he said nothing.



She said she would handle it and he let her. She also didn’t like it when he tried to take over, so he didn’t. She was stronger then most people saw and he liked that.



“What would you like to do for Valentine’s Day?” He asked her in the library as they did homework.



“I don’t know.” She said honestly. “Anything as long as we are alone I guess.” It was obvious that the looks were getting to her, but they had both known it wouldn’t be easy. Ron was only glad that the planks and hexes gave way to only looks. Looks could be ignored.



“Ok, I’ll plan something nice then.” He said. She smiled at him.



“Ok.” Ron grinned inwardly as he thought about what he wanted to do. It would take some detailing but he was already in motion.





Valentine’s Day was on a Hosgmeade weekend. Ron had said nothing during most of the day. “Are we going anywhere?” She asked inside Honeydukes sweetshop.



“We will when we get back to the castle.” He told her. Knowing that they used the room of requirement to be alone, she let it drop. He told her to meet him at the same stretch of wall they always used. Cutting their trip short, they went back.



When she showed up Ron was in his cloak. “Should I have brought mine?” She asked.



“No.” He told her smiling, as he turned to bring the door to view she noticed he was hiding something under his cloak. It was bulky and behind his back where it was covered completely.



When the door opened she walked in. It was a garden. There were huge windows lining the walls to a clear bright blue sky and the greenhouse they were in was in full bloom. The flowers were all in varying shades of pink and red with whites mixed in. Pansy gasped in delight. “Oh Merlin, Ron this is beautiful.”



“I knew you’d like it. Come here.” He took her hand and walked behind a large row of rose bushes. There was a flat stretch of grass beside a stone statue of a little water fall that emptied into a pond. Ron threw off his cloak and set a big picnic basket on the ground. With a flick of his wand a large red blanket spread itself on the ground. Dishes, plates, goblets and a bottle emerged and set themselves up on the blanket.



“Ron this is so wonderful.” She stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. They sat down and Ron filled her plate. He had her favorite lunch. Shrimp and sauce along with chilled vegetables. “I can’t believe you did this.”



“It’s nothing special, a picnic is a common date isn’t it?” He asked.



“Yes, but Ron the flowers, my favorites, our special room, this is just perfect.”



“I’m glad you like it. I wanted to do something special for Valentines Day for you.”



“This is special. I’ve never been on a picnic before.” She said drinking the cider Ron brought.



“What? Never?” He asked, using his wand to clear the dishes.



“Never.” This was more romantic to me then you know. When the basket was set aside, she leaned down and kissed him.



They shared a kiss, rolling on the blanket until Pansy was underneath him. He looked up in his eyes. He had such beautiful eyes. He had such a welcoming smile. She trailed a finger along his brow moving a lock of hair.



He knew she was thinking something, but as long as her hands were on his body some way he didn’t care. He let her look and think as long as she wanted.



This man was wonderful. He never pressured her, he never argued with her. He always thought about what she need from him and he tried his hardest to give it to her. He was remarkable and he was hers. Her soul took flight and her face grew serious. Ron looked down wondering what she was thinking.



Her heart was burning and she caught his eye again, unable to hold it in any longer. “I love you Ron.” She whispered.



His eyes flew open and his breathing speed up. “You love me?” She nodded. “You really love me?” She nodded again. “Pansy……” She stopped him.



“No Ron, you don’t have to say it back. If you don’t feel it don’t say it. I didn’t tell you so I could hear it back. I told you because you created this wonderful afternoon for me, and it shows how much you care abut me.”



“Of course but….” She ran her finger over his lips.



“You always show me how you feel and I want you to know how I feel. I love you. When you say it I will know you mean it.” She said.



He dropped his head and kissed her gently. He played with her lips, drew her tongue out with his. They explored each others mouths, nibbling and sucking. They seemed lost in their game, simply snogging for two hours. Two hours well spent.



Ron hadn’t planned on initiating sex with her. This was about romance and making her feel loved. He didn’t want her to think he wanted sex at every moment from her. He did, but he didn’t want her to think that. She was more then that. She was much more then that. Today, he just wanted the time with her.



As they prepared to leave, Ron shrunk the basket and his cloak hanging them from his belt loop. She wasn’t disappointed at no sex either. She was glad to be with him. They ambled their way along the castle, going nowhere in particular.



They talked about next weeks classes, until Pansy all of a sudden froze. Ron looked down and saw her focused gaze. Her grip on his waist was tight ad her hand fisted his shirt. Her face was devoid of any wrinkle and her eyes were wide open starting straight ahead.



He followed her gaze. Draco was standing near the headmasters office as Dumbledore spoke with Snape and another bearded man. Beside Draco was a bloke, but Ron didn’t recognize the robes. He was in a uniform of some kind. He was Draco’s height, a bit heavier in build but stood with a swagger as he leaned on one foot. He was blonde but his hair was dark blonde, almost a light brown when he was denied sun. His eyes were a deep color, from this distance almost black. He had on clothes just as fine as Draco’s and he was glaring at Ron and Pansy with malicious intent.



“Who’s that?” He asked. Looking down at pansy. His hold on her shoulder brought her closer. She was grateful for the comfort. She needed it.



“That’s Ian.” She said.