Help me Ron

A/N: I apologize for the techincal difficulties in posting this, here is the chapter, and thank you for letting me know about the issue.







Pansy was delighted in how she was feeling. Her visit from the Mental Healer Jessimen went wonderful and when she entered the Headmaster’s office, the hugged the older women with enthusiasm, thanking her for advising Ron.



“How are you physically?” She asked.



“Curious.” Pansy answered with a smile.



“What do you mean by curious?”



“Me and Ron have been spending a lot of time together and we’ve been getting physical.” Pansy told her.



“Really?” The healer seemed surprised but happy for her.



“Yes.” Pansy returned her smile. “I felt guilty at first, thinking that maybe I was using him because I knew he was safe.”



“But you feel differently now?” She prompted.



“Yes. I think I feel better now because I know he’s safe, and I know I shouldn’t feel guilty about it.” She said. “I talked to Ron the moment I began feeling this way.”



“That’s a wise choice.” The healer told her. “You talk with him consistently?”



“Yes, he said anytime I feel something to talk to him.” She said. “So when I began feel anything at all I spoke to him.”



“Did you find it easy?”



“Yes, I can talk to Ron about anything.” She looked away briefly.



“What is it?” She asked, noticing Pansy’s look.



“I need to talk to him again. I was planning on it when me meet tonight.” She admitted, a little nervous.



“What are you going to talk about?”



“I feel things when I’m with him. Urges.” She said.



“Physical urges?”



“Yes. My body changes.” Pansy was more open to talking then she had been, thanks to Ron.



“You want to have sex with him?” She asked.



“Yes, I do.” Pansy looked at the other woman.



“What will you tell him when you talk to him?” She asked, wanting to make sure Pansy knew what she needed to communicate to him. From how she was speaking now, it seemed that she did.



“I need him to know what I want, but I need him to understand that he needs to stop the very moment I ask him to if it comes to that.” She said. “I want to make sure that I have control and he will do what I ask him to do.”



“Do you think that will be a problem for him?” The healer asked. Pansy looked aside and as she thought her lips formed a small smile.



“No, it wont be.” She said. Healer Jessimen smiled right along with her.



“I want to hear back from you if you end up having sex with him. You can either send me an owl or I can come and see you, but I want to know youe thoughts on it. Was it too difficult at times, were you safe, did you have to stop, or was it what you needed?” She said. “I am not being nosy, but after the attack you had, I want to hear about your first consensual experience. Don’t tell me physically what happens unless it pertains to your emotions.”



“You mean if I shake from fear?” Pansy asked.



“Yes.” She said. “I’m glad you are getting control of your life. You have made wonderful progress.” Pansy smiled at the woman again, then thought of something.



“Can I ask you something?” Pansy asked her.



“Always.”



“A friend of Ron’s told him a few things and I wanted to know if you think she might be a threat in some way.” Pansy said.



“She? A lady friend?” Healer Jessimen asked.



“The same friend who I wrote about during the summer, the one who tried to restrain me in the hallway.” The older woman nodded. “She was Ron’s first. Ron told me that she was very controlling when they had sex and it wasn’t very good for them. She told Ron to keep a certain distance from me because his style would make me rethink about my rape.”



“Are you worried that will happen?” She asked.



“Oh no, no,” Pansy said, “Ron has proven to me that the only thing I will think about is him.” The healer smiled at her expression. “What I am concerned about is that he told her once at the Burrow that what happened with me and him, was between me and him, and she still approached him, several months after the fact. What if she continues to badger him like this?”



“This sounds like it’s a problem for Ron, not you.” She said.



“What effects Ron effects me.” Pansy said.



“Does it?” Healer Jessimen asked with a smile.



Pansy took a moment to think, then answered honestly. “Yes, it does.”



“Well I think Ron can more then handle it. He is capable of handling his own friends.”



“What if she approaches me?” Pansy asked.



“Use your instincts. Avoiding people if something you can’t do in most cases. Let her know anything you tell her firmly, and if it persists, there is always Ron and your head of house, even your headmaster as a support factor for you.”



Healer Jessimen spoke briefly with Ron, who was only too happy to let her know how well Pansy was doing. She didn’t mention anything Pansy spoke of, Ron would hear that from her in time.









Ron and Pansy met that evening in the Room of Requirement, and as usual had a lovely snog which ended up with both of them topless. She was once again on his lap, but he seemed to like her there. She didn’t mind either but knew eventually that she wanted to feel him over her.



“Ron, I need to talk to you.” She told him, still holding his face as he held her body close to his.



“Alright.” He looked up at her. “What do you need to talk about?”



“When we are here, my body feels different.” Her face was blushed brightly, but she still spoke.



“Mine does too.” He told her.



“I’ve been kissed before Ron, but when I kiss you, it’s different.” She refused to let go of his jaw.



“How is it different?” He asked.



“When I was kissed before, I didn’t get warm, and my legs didn’t feel strange, my stomach didn’t feel funny.” She told him. “I didn’t get any urges.”



Ron felt his own heart speed up as she spoke. He knew those effects very well. “What kind of urges?” He asked.



“I want to sleep with you.” She whispered and Ron felt his whole body ignite. “If you think badly of me because I want that….”



“I could never think badly of you. I want it too Pansy. I dream about it. He told her.



“You want to have sex with me too?” She asked.



“Yes I do. Very much, but I am not about to pressure you for anything. You control what happens. You always do.” He told her.



“You will stop if I say so?” She asked.



“Yes.” He said without hesitation.



“You won’t do anything I’m uncomfortable with?” She asked.



“No I won’t.” He said without hesitation.



“You will do anything I ask?” She asked.



“Yes.” He said without hesitation.



She looked down at him. “I need you to do something.” She told him. She had thought about this for several nights and if she was going to have sex with Ron, she needed this.



“I’ll do anything for you Pansy.” He said.



“I need you to do something now.” She said. Her face was firm and he knew this was something she must have gone over and over in her head before she made the decision to ask for it.



“What do you want me to do?” He asked.



She slid off his lap and slowly eased onto her back on the small couch they had been sitting on. She held open her arms and for a moment Ron thought about refusing. Being on top of her could send her into a flashback and he didn’t want that, but her eyes were on him. They were so trusting and pleading that he didn’t have the heart to refuse her anything.



He took his wand and lengthened the couch to make room for his long legs, then breathed slowly and lowered his body over hers, making sure his weight was even and balanced on his knees and forearms. When he settled his frame over hers he took only a moment to bask in the feel of her breasts under him and her gorgeous face looking up at him.



He didn’t do a thing, he just waited for her to give him a task. He knew he had to wait though, she was getting used to his weight on her and when she was ready she would move on. Until then he would wait as patiently as he needed to.



Pansy took time to feel his body. He was strong, even stronger then Johannes had been, that was plain to see. Ron was taller, broader, and firmer to the touch but as he ay on top of her, she knew he was nothing like Johannes. Ron would never use his strength against her. She reached up and slid her arms around his shoulders.



Ron’s solid shoulders relaxed and he shifted only enough to bring his hands along side her head, so he could stroke her hair. She liked it when he toyed with her hair and ran his fingers along her face. It was a loving gesture. He may not be in love with her, nor she with him, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be loving with each other.



Her legs moved about under him and he started to rise, but she held his shoulders. “No, don’t get up, just lift your legs a moment.” He braced his weight on his toes and lifted his legs, then gasped as she parted them on either side of him. He held himself still. “Relax now.” She told him.



“Pansy, this may……”



“It’s alright Ron. I know what I am doing. I wont be scared, not with you.” She said. He felt like such an ass for making her reassure him, when he was the one who should be the support. He lowered his weight her again and mentally thought of his parents shagging to keep his erection under control.



Pansy kept watching him, feeling his weight between her thighs. Ron seemed even larger and stronger in this position and Pansy waited for terror to set it, but it didn’t. She smiled at him, caressing his ginger locks with her fingers. Ron was a threat, he never would be. She was safe with him, she knew it.



She lifted her knees and slid her calves around his hips. “Pansy, what are you doing?” He asked. This was far past a test of his control.



“Will you do something for me?” She asked. “I need it, or I wouldn’t ask.”



“What is it?” He asked, swallowing hard. The image if his parents shagging had turned into him and Pansy is a twisted, sweaty, heap of tangled limbs, fucking it out on the couch.



“I need you to show me how you move.” She said.



“How I move? You mean when I…..” He couldn’t finish his words.



“Yes, I need to know.” Her face showed her shame, but he would have none of that. She had nothing to be ashamed of.



“Alright. You grab my shoulders when you want me to stop.” He told her. She nodded and he adjusted his weight, pressing down on his knee slightly and bracing his upper body on his elbows. He rocked his body over her, pantomiming how he would move if he was inside her. With Hermione he was methodical, but with Pansy, he thought about his desire for her. He hips pulled back and then thrust forward, moving slowly, and with ease.



Pansy felt her body moving under him from his motions, but she wasn’t afraid. This was nothing like Johannes, nothing of force, but gentleness. Ron caressed her temples and her hair, leaning down to kiss her cheek as he moved.



“Ron, what should I do with my legs?’ She asked.



“Whatever you want.” He told her.



“What feels better for you, when we do this I mean?” She said, hugging him tightly.



“I like them just where they are, wrapped around me.” He said.



“Ron,” she whispered, “are you…..do…do you have…..”



“Am I hard?” He finished for her. She only nodded. To Ron it was so damn adorable, but he said nothing at the moment. “Yes.”



He saw her face blush brightly, and when she spoke Ron felt as if Hadgrid had smacked him in the back of his head. “Will you show me?”



“What?” He asked with huge eyes and a bloodless face.



“I’ve only seen pictures, I never saw Johannes. I think my nervousness will lessen if I can see you.” She explained.



When she put it that way, Ron could see the logic. He had no idea what his size was comparable to, since he had only been with Hermione and he wasn’t about to ask her. She would have given him statistics from a library of books on penal size. He wanted to make Pansy feel comfortable and if seeing him would prepare her in any way then he had to agree.



“Alright, if you think it will help you.” He said. She smiled then gave a slight push on his shoulders. He rose up on his knees and watched her get on her knees in front of him before he realized what she was doing. She was putting herself on level ground so neither he nor she had the advantage. She was looking down at him patiently.



He hoped he was doing the right thing. He unfastened his jeans and slid them past his hips, then sipped his thumbs into the waist of his boxers. Looking up at her one last time, he paused. When she gave him a nod and looked down, he slid the cotton down and waited.



He would have liked to have spared her his erection but she was still topless so there was no way his was going limp now. He looked at her as she looked at him and saw her nipples pucker. She liked what she saw from the reaction of her body. He looked at her face, calm and inquisitive. When she looked closer his cock jumped and it gave her a start.



She looked up at him and he wanted to strangle himself. “I’m sorry, I can’t help that.”



“Was that because I was looking at you?” She asked. He nodded. “Then maybe you should put him away for now.”



He couldn’t agree more and with a sped worthy of the quidditch world cup, he had his package neatly packed away. Pansy still hadn’t changed her mind about having sex with him and told Ron she would let him know when it would happen. She admitted that she wanted it badly and she didn’t know if she could wait any longer.



Ron told her he would be there for her when she decided the time was right. He walked her to the Slytherin entrance then headed for his own tower, walking slowly. Pansy mean a lot to him, and the last thing he wanted was to give her an awful performance. He had overheard his brothers at one point talking about prolonging ejaculation, but wanking until you were about to cum then stopping, the starting again to the point of cumming then stopping. He resolved to start doing this, starting tonight. He wanted Pansy to have everything she deserved and that wouldn’t happen if he came in mere minutes.



He entered through the painting and headed for the stairs when a voice stopped him. “Ronald.” He stopped as saw Hermione sitting in an armchair.



The common room was empty but voice in the dorms was heard from the stairs. “Hermione, were you waiting here?” He asked, noticing that she had no book in her hand or on the table beside her.



“Yes, I was waiting for you to come back. I need to talk to you.” She said.



“What is it? I want to take a shower.” He said impatiently.



“What exactly are you doing with Pansy? After what she went through Ron, you can’t possibly expect her to have sex with you so soon.” She asked.



“Why are you so concerned with Pansy?” He asked.



“Ron, there are several phases Pansy will go through before she is ready to be intimate with anyone. She will be angry……”



“Anger, Denial, Depression, Self Pity, Acceptance.” Ron rattled off.



Hermione looked at him. “How did you know that?” She asked.



“Hermione what is this about?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “You and Pansy have been good, but never what you would call friends, so why all of a sudden the concern?”



“I am a woman, I understand her feelings……”



“You understand nothing.” He said with a harsh look. “Were you ever raped Hermione, have you ever had the control stripped from you, have you ever had anything stolen from you?” Hermione said nothing. Ron took a step forward and the look on his face was so hard that for the first time in their friendship, Hermione actually took a step back. “What aren’t you telling me?”



“I saw you kissing her the other day, before Draco and his friends began acting like fools.” She said. Ron said nothing, he just glared at her. “You never kissed me like that.” He voice was accusing him and Ron didn’t like it.



“You never wanted me to kiss you like that.” He said.



“Of course I did.” She said. “I asked you to be my first in case you forgot.” She looked around while she spoke to make sure nobody was in earshot.



“I know that Hermione, you wanted to have sex with me, but you didn’t want to be my lover.” He said.



“You aren’t making sense, Ron.” She three back at him.



“Should I be blunt then?” He took another step then spoke. “When we had sex you were calling out orders and telling me what to do. You didn’t care about doing anything for me, or enjoying what was going on. You had in your mind this image of what it was supposed to be based on crap you read in books. Having a lover is more then shagging. It’s a connection, a connection that to people share. You anted to feel it and that’s fine but you didn’t want to share anything with me. Pansy does and I do too. What happens between us is of no concern of yours.”



Hermione looked at him with stoic eyes. “How can you make it good Ron, when you don’t know what you are doing?” Ron looked up at her and saw pure malice in her eyes. What she had said was meant to be nothing but an insult.



“She thinks I do. You’ve seen her kiss me back, and what we do when we are alone is phenomenal, beyond anything I have EVER felt.” He said her ear turn red and felt a moment of satisfaction. She had insulted his performance too many times for him to go on saying nothing.



He turned and then a thought struck him as he stopped on the first step of the staircase. “Oh, and Hermione, if you keep doing that odious motion with your eyebrows when you speak to me, I will slip you a potion that will make them grow into a unibrow.” He walked up the stairs and headed for the showers after taking half a second to watch her fume.





A/N: The eyebrow line was in a response to starstruck86, who commented in my other fic ‘I Promise, My Son’ that Emma Watson can only act with her eyebrows. I laughed so hard because I never noticed that until now. I have been trying to figure out a way to include it in a fic and this was the perfect spot.