What Would You Wish For?

Pansy soon began joining Ron at the Gryffindor table for meals, and he had joined her at the Slytherin table. He watched her chat with his sister and with Hermione, even Luna who often ate meals with Ginny. She easily blended into any crowd. Her status in higher society meant that she attended parties and soirees by the gauntlet. However, Ron noticed she was relaxed and comfortable, seeing his sister and his friends as approachable and unthreatening. He liked seeing her this way, without thinking she had to make an impression. She could be herself, and that was how he liked it.

They walked along the halls, arm in arm after lunch. “Ron, I have been thinking about us together.”

“I have too.” He said. “But I meant what I said, I won’t pressure you in any way.”

“I know you won’t.” She stopped and looked at him. “Would you think I’m a slut if I said I want to.”

“Would you think I’m a slut if I say I want to?” He countered, enjoying her laugh. “Why would I think that?” He took her shoulders. “Pansy, I care about you. I want you to know that I will never think badly about you for admitting your feelings. I have the same ones, and even if I didn’t, what you feel isn’t bad.”

“I know it isn’t bad. At least I know it with you.” She said smiling up at him.

They linked arms and continued walking. “Pansy, did you ever want anything with Blaise?” His curiosity got the better of him, but it was just curiosity and Pansy could tell.

She thought carefully, but Ron couldn’t feel any hesitation or anger from her. She was merely thinking of his question. “I supposed what I wanted more was to be treated with more respect. I wanted him to want me, but Blaise always made it seem like a duty or an obligation that came with the title of girlfriend. He put more emphasis on the act itself, not my feelings at all. With you it’s different.”

“How?” He asked.

“You don’t initiate it. You don’t think you are entitled to me in that way. When we are alone and you let me touch you, it makes me feel…..” she stopped and looked up at him, “wanted.”

Ron looked down at her. “You are wanted.”

Pansy looked up and down the corridor, then opened a nearby door, pulling him inside. It was a classroom that was no longer used, and had been changed into a storage room, housing broken desks or empty cabinets. She pulled him into a corner behind a large closet, then sealed the room shut.

It was dark and the minimal light made it seem more intimate. He slid his arms around her and leaned down for a kiss. He always loved these snog sessions with her, but this was the first time she had pulled him into such a private setting.

This was different, Ron could tell. Her kiss was bold and while he gave himself over to it, and kissed her back just as aggressively, she was also pressing her body into him, causing his cock to spring to life. Her hands clutched at his waist, making sure the contact was felt.

He squeezed his arms around her, hearing her groan out as he thrust his hips forward, driving his cock toward her. She responded by plunging her tongue into his mouth and groaning louder. He did it again, this time bending his knees to even out their bodies.

His heart nearly stopped as she lifted a leg up and wrapped it around his thigh. He wrapped both arms around her waist, lifting her as he straightened his legs. He pushed her body against the wall, holding her secure with his chest. He braced his feet apart when she raised his other leg, and forced his heart to continue beating when she locked her ankles behind him. She must have picked up on it because she broke the kiss and looked at him, panting just as much as he did. “Are you alright?”

“Yes.” He flattened his hands against the wall behind her, forcing himself to breath, feeling the heat from her palms on his shoulders. “I..uh….,” he met her eyes, “I’ve never been in this position before. You know, between a girls legs.”

She gave him a small smile, lifting a hand to his cheek. “Do you want to put me down?”

“No.” He chuckled, and swallowed hard, shaking his head. “No, I don’t want you to move.”

“Good.” She took his jaw in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. He ground his body against hers, feeling the heat coming from between her thighs. He wanted to reach down and feel that heat, but there was no way he was going to venture in that direction.

He had been unaware of her hands moving until they pushed slightly along his chest. He pulled away and saw that she had unbuttoned her shirt. He couldn’t take his eyes away from her. He could see the black band of her bra as she opened the last button.

“Ron, is this alright?” She whispered. Ron couldn’t speak, he merely licked his lips and nodded. Biting her bottom lip, she opened her blouse, pushing it aside. She was filled with nerves but Ron forced himself to hold still. His attention to her was fueling her bravery and she needed it.

Lifting her hands again, she unhooked the center and pushed aside the lace. Resting her hands on his arms, she waited. Ron was mesmerized. He had seen pictures of breasts and Lavender had let him touch hers through her clothes, but he hadn’t seen them. Pansy’s however were bared to his view and he could tell much different from Lavender’s, who had been large and voluptuous. Pansy’s were small, and perky. He was sure he could close his palm around each one.

He moved slowly, bringing his hand up close then looking at her. Her eyes had drifted closed, but he felt her anticipation and her longing. He gently cupped her flesh in his palm, and closed his fingers around her, watching her nipple pucker at the contact. A surge of lust from her and ran his thumb over the tight pebble.

Pansy groaned and her she clutched his arms tighter. Ron was panting like an animal as he fondled her. She was perfect, small but to Ron it was perfect. She was pale and her nipples a light pink. He couldn’t stand it anymore, the temptation was too much. He leaned down and placed a feather light kiss on her hard nipple. She jumped slightly and her legs tightened around him.

He opened his mouth and took her nipple into it’s warmth. Pansy arched her back and moaned loudly. Ron fed on her reaction and her body. He sucked gently forcing himself not to loose control. He lifted the other hand, closing his fingers around her other breast, playing with the nipple until it was hard and peaked too, begging for attention. He released the flesh in his mouth, moving to take its twin in his mouth, drawing off of her again.

Her hands lifted and wove in his hair. Ron was tender and loving, showing his enjoyment of her body and his appreciation for her. His easy, slow touch showed that he cared about her feelings. He was making her feel the most delicious sensations, and as he took his time, treating her as a delicate treasure she knew he cared. She cradled him to her breasts as he covered her with his kisses. Ron was phenomenal, and her whole being wanted him.

All too soon he stopped, and met her eyes, keeping her breasts covered in his palms. “We should stop, I don’t know how long I can keep control.” It was a partial lie. He didn’t want to lose control, but he was afraid he would do something she didn’t like. Until he gained some more education about this, he needed to take his time. Reluctantly he let her breasts go, and helped her stand again. His words put her at ease, and she relaxed.

“Alright.” She buttoned her shirt while Ron willed his erection away with images of McGonagall doing a pole dance. After they took a moment to gain their second wind, they joined hands and left the room. Ron was more nervous than ever. Pansy had given him something amazing and he wanted to continue, she wanted him to continue. He needed to know more. He wasn’t comfortable going on instinct.

That evening Ron was flipping through a magazine, while the others either did the same or were talking among themselves. Demona showed up, but nobody noticed his wondering eyes as he followed her toward him.

She knelt by his bed and whispered to him, while he turned a page. “I took a trip to muggle London. I followed a couple I saw in a restaurant. They were celebrating their anniversary of one year. They were very loving and affectionate with each other. I watched them make love, and I think you can learn a lot from them. Pretend to go to sleep.” He tossed his magazine on his bedside table, blew out his candle, then curled on his side. She touched her finger to her temple and pulled out a memory, giving it to him.

He saw the environment unfold in his mind. A man and a woman, entered their bedroom, sparsely furnished but cozy and intimate. Before the door had even shut, they began taking off clothes. He undressed her, she undressed him, each acting like they were opening presents.

They explored each others bodies, trying this and that, finding out what the other liked, asking for more or less, telling each other to go slower, faster, harder, softer, rough, gentle. Each obeyed the other, giving their lover what they needed.

Ron was mesmerized. They gave each other so much, just with their bodies, but it was obvious that they loved each other. He watched as they touched in the most intimate places, how they trusted the other to give them pleasure and bliss.

He watched as she took his cock in her mouth, covering him with kisses, sucking gently, stroking him with a poignant hold. He watched as the man buried his face in his wife’s pussy. He licked and lavished her with attentions that drove her crazy. He talked to his wife as he brought her closer and closer to orgasm.

Ron couldn’t take his eyes away. He focused on how the man moved his hands, his fingers, what he said to his wife. He also took note of the woman’s reactions. Would Pansy allow him this? To taste her in that manner would be a new closeness. Would she want it from him? Would she enjoy it like this woman was? He thought about Pansy sharing this with him, and he hardened. He was glad he had curled on his side, where his erection would show.

The screams and cried of the woman caused gooseflesh. The man rose and Ron could see his lips covered with wetness. He looked between her thighs and saw her lips glistening with moisture. He had the sudden image of Pansy’s black curls shining this way. At least he assumed she had black curls. Her hair was black after all.

They began fucking slowly, moving with each other. Each one holding onto the other, taking joy in the way the other felt. Their bodies began to sweat and they moved faster and faster. They switched positions, time and again, prolonging the act, making it last longer and longer until it became too much, each wanting fulfillment, each needing it.

Ron watched the man shove a hand between them, and new instantly what he was doing. They came together in a climax that sent them crashing on the bed in a tangle of heaving limbs. They held each other, whispering love words and giving each other kisses. The continued to caress each other gently, never letting each other go.

Ron opened his eyes slowly. The room was silent. His housemates had fallen asleep. Demona was lying on his bed, stretched out face to face with him. “Wasn’t it wonderful?” She asked.

“It was amazing.” He whispered. “Why did you do this?”

“I was thinking that you can see how he acts with her, what she does with him, how lovers make love. It will give you something to think on when Pansy decides it’s the right time.” She reached out a hand and caressed his cheek. “Anxiety over a performance will hinder you. I wanted you to be able to relax, and enjoy your time with her. I hate to see you troubled.”

Ron smiled at her. “I love you Demona.” It was genuine and heartfelt and it meant the world to her. Never had a watch carrier cared so much for her.

“And I love you Ron.” She said, leanign forward and kissing his cheek. “Now, go to sleep.” She brushed a lock of hair from his brow, hiding the small touch that would allow him to sleep soundly.

The tear that slipped down her cheek was both joy and sadness. Joy at how much his love mean to her, and sadness at the thought of leaving. He had one more wish left and she dreaded the day he used it. It would mean her time with him was over.

A/N: I am so sorry everyone! I didnt realize we had some techical malfunctions, but i resposted the moment i heard.