Help me Ron

Pansy felt herself thinking some very insightful thoughts and she was shocked to find herself feeling guilty. She talked to Millicent about it in her room one evening, but Millicent felt differently.



“Pansy, anytime a man does something chivalrous for a woman its perfectly alright and natural to feel an attraction.” She said.



“So you are saying that the only reason I am attracted to him is because he saved me?” She asked, feeling even worse.



“No, what I’m saying is that because he saved you, you ended up seeing a side of him you wouldn’t have seen otherwise. You wouldn’t have see how honorable and how much of a gentleman he is without him saving you the way he did. If it never happened, would you have come to school and looked at him any differently then you did before?” She asked.



“No, I don’t think I would have.” She admitted.



“Him saving you made you see him in a different way.” He told her.



“Do you think he will see it that way?” She asked. “I don’t want him to think I am basing everything on gratitude.”



“In a way, you are,” Millicent said, “but that’s alright. You need to be appreciative of a partner, I’m sure he’d tell you the same thing.”



Pansy thought about her friends words. It was true in a sense, but she wanted to know what Ron’s insight was. His opinion was important to her.



“Ron is his own man. He’s always behaved like a gentleman toward girls.” Pansy said. “What’s happened to me will always be something I will have to deal with, but I could easily have told Ron that I would be fine from now on. I don’t need to talk to walk we take, but I want to.”



“Talk to him.” Millicent told her. “That way you can know his thoughts.”







Pansy met up with Ron after lunch. On Saturdays they spend most of the day together, unless Ron had a practice session.



“Ron, why don’t you date?” She asked, after they sat down under their favorite tree.



“I don’t really have much to offer. I’m not from a prestigious family, I don’t have money, or connections so I’m not really a catch.”



“I think you are. You have honor and integrity, your funny and optimistic.” Pansy said. “Are you blushing?” She asked with a smile.



“With you going on like that, what do you expect.” He asked, covering his lips with a fist.



“It’s true. I can see it Ron. I know its an awful way for me to find out, but I know it now.” She told him. “I think you have a lot to offer.”



“Well thank you. You do have more reason then most to see it.” He said. “You will always be special to me.”



“Why?” She asked. She waited for Ron’s words but he merely looked at her and smiled.



“You just are.” Then he fell quiet. Pansy knew she would get nothing more out of him. She relaxed under his arm and then a thought hit her.



“What happened with you and Granger?” Ron let out a chuckle. “You said, you’d tell me.”



“Yes I did.” He shifted his weight and got comfortable. “At the end of last year me and Hermione decided to try having sex. She didn’t want a relationship but she didn’t want to be a virgin anymore and frankly neither did I.”



Pansy let out a laugh. “That’s a very male way of thinking.”



“Well, we decided on the last night of school than since she was coming to the Burrow for a few days before going home that we would do it then. She would sneak into my room.” He told her.



“And did everything go according to plan?” She asked.



“Up until the point that we started doing it.” He said. Pansy could just imagine the roll of his eyes. “Hermione told me she had read up on it and knew what should happen and what something should feel like.”



“You can get that from books?” She said frowning.



“Romance novels apparently.” He said. “She was telling me where to touch her and how to touch her, and pointing out where things were. Normally I would have enjoyed her telling me what she wanted, but the way she was going about it was just horrible. It was like calling out orders and when I didn’t do it the way she wanted she got upset.”



“Why?” She asked.



“Because I wasn’t doing it the way I should. She wasn’t feeling what the book said she would feel.” He answered.



“Romance novels are about love, they aren’t real, they’re fantasy.” She said.



“She didn’t just read romance novels, she read muggle books as well. Books about sex and what happens and all these stages of arousal and such. She spent the whole time trying to make sure I went through the different plateaus of sex. I started looking around for the parchments of notes at her side.



Pansy let out a laugh. “Even I know that’s pathetic. What did you do?”



“I went through the motions and she got even more upset. She didn’t orgasm but I wasn’t trying to make her orgasm. I just wanted to finish the job.” He said.



“It became a job?” She said.



“It did in the end. She complained and complained the whole night, eventually I just pretended to go to sleep and she left calling me every name she could think of.”



“But you talk now, you must have made up somehow?” She said, tilting her head and looking up at him.



“She had arranged to meet her parents at Romano’s and go home from there.” He said.



“I know Romano’s. It’s my parents favorite Italian restaurant.” She said.



“Well, we went for tea and take before meeting her parents for dinner. She said she didn’t feel anything that she was supposed to feel. I got upset and told her that I didn’t want to shag according to a cookbook.” Pansy let out a giggle. “She said she only wanted to do it right, and I said that there is no right or wrong when it came to sex, and maybe she had chosen the wrong partner.”



“She couldn’t have been happy about that.” Pansy mused.



“No, she wasn’t. she doesn’t like to be wrong. She made the right choice, she did everything right, but I was the one who messed up.” He seemed sad.



“I think she did thing wrong.” Pansy told him.



“Yes I do to, but all I said was she didn’t seem to be there with me. I told her she was putting me through a checklist and that it was hardly romantic.” His voice fell, but he continued. “She said it wasn’t about romance, it was about sex and that’s what we had agreed to. I told her that’s why she made the wrong choice.”



“It must have been hard for you.” Pansy said, cuddling closer to him.



“It was hard. Me and Hermione decided to just try and forget what happened, and chalk it up to a bad experience.” He said. “We met her parents for dinner, and she acted as if nothing happened, just like she said. I decided to take a walk instead to clear my head and I came across you and….well you know what happened after that.”



“Yes I do.” She said. “Has she mentioned it since then at all?”



“Just once, but that’s not important.” He said. His voice had a touch of something Pansy couldn’t identify but it sent a chill up her spine. She sat up and faced him.



“What did she say?” Pansy asked with a serious face.



Ron sighed and knew she wouldn’t stop until she heard. “It was after you were cornered by her in the hallway, when she took your arms.” Pansy nodded. “She spoke to me the next morning when you were showering. She knew you had stayed the night in my room and she told me I had to be careful.”



“Careful of what?” Pansy was getting even more irritated with Granger now.



“Pansy, this really isn’t……”



“Careful of what Ron?” She asked with more emphasis.



“She said, after your attack, if I tried to have sex with you in the manner I did with her, it would send you into a flashback.”



Pansy jumped to her feet and began pacing angrily, but Ron was right there behind her. “Who the hell does that bitch think she is?! What happens to me if none of her fucking business!”



“Yes Pansy, I know,” he took hold of her shoulders and forced her to face him, “please calm down.” When she had quieted and looked at him he continued. “I told her, that how I helped you was between me, you and your healers and if she said anything to you anymore she would deal with me.”



Pansy took a moment to think and then looked back at Ron. The look in his eyes was telling and she focused clearly. “That’s not the only thing she said is it?”



“Pansy…what does it matter…..”



“Tell me Ron.” She said. “I want to know what that bitch says about me.”



“Pansy….”



“Ron, I have a right to know what she says about me, I have a right.” Pansy was getting angry, but it was a fighting angry. He couldn’t fight Johannes but Hermione was an equal adversary.



“When we began spending time together she asking if I was keeping my distance.” He told her.



“So I wouldn’t be subjected to your less then stellar sexual skills I suppose?” She guess. Ron merely chuckled. Pansy shook her head. “I don’t know what Hermione is talking about, because your skill are wonderful she said. Ron blushed.



“Really?” He asked, caressing her shoulders.



“I don’t know why I said that.” She said with her own blush.



“Well I thank regardless.” He said.



“You know Ron, I agree with you.” She said slipping her arms around his waist. He let his own circle her back and laced his fingers.



“Agree with me how?” He asked.



“There is no right or wrong way.” She said.



Ron smiled down at her, and gave her a squeeze with his arms. His smile was always so brilliant and Pansy just couldn’t help herself. She lifted her lips and rose on her toes. He took her clue right away and dropped his own lips. Instead of the simple kisses she always gave him in public, Pansy parted her lips and gave him a heated snog.



Ron was floored and his cock swelled immediate, ignoring his plea’s to stay down. Pansy had since then kissed him with a tenderness that matched his own. He made sure he was slow and careful. This kiss however was pure lust. Pansy was aggressive with his mouth, plunging her tongue and curling it around his. Ron let her do what she wanted, accepting her moves and loving the feel of her body up against his.



Pansy was pressing her breasts against his chest. She let her instincts take over and showed Ron how she felt. She wanted him, it was obvious to her now. There was no fear, there never was with Ron. Their time together in the room of requirement had shown her how it would b e with Ron. Since Johannes had broken her hymen, she knew there would be no pain with Ron, only enjoyment.



A loud series of whistles and cat calls interrupted their kiss, but they didn’t let go of each other. Ron and Pansy looked up at the quid ditch pitch to see Malfoy and a group of her friends watching them.



She let her head drop on his shoulder and laughed out her embarrassment. She was just embarrassed, not humiliated, or afraid. Ron laughed with her and ran his hands up and down her back for encouragement, while he smiled up at the Slytherins. After a moment Malfoy flew off bringing his housemates with him to continue their game.



Ron and Pansy walked back to the castle, with lighter steps, neither one saw Hermione Granger watching them from a higher level.





A/N: What do you think is going on in Hermione\'s mind right now?