The Alternative to Matrimony

Sara had been gone a month when Ron received parchments by owl post. She had decided to divorce him. She had apparently had enough of trying to find a way to her benefit. She sent no letter or explanation but allowed the parchments to speak for themselves.



He took them to Hermione the same hour they arrived. She went over them several times. It was all in order according to the marriage contract. She had given up rights to a divorce settlement, asking for a simple dissolution of marriage. She did ask for any property she had received in a gift capacity, but Ron had no issues with this. He had gifted her with jewelry on several occasion. If she wanted to sell it, the profit alone would be a settlement itself.



At Hermione’s word, he signed and sent the papers off. He made arrangements with the house elves to have all her property sent to her in France where she was staying.



Pansy had been wonderful throughout the whole process. She was happy that Ron was soon going to be free of someone who didn’t love him. In only a few days time, his divorce would be final. He said nothing about marriage, but had mentioned to Pansy that he wanted her to move in with him.



“What about this house? I love it here.” She asked.



“We’ll keep it and use it when we need a getaway weekend.”



She was overjoyed at the idea and began making arrangements to move her everyday belongings and personal things. She had planned to move her clothes but kept most of the library here, only being a few key books. Ron mentioned he had an extensive library at his home. She turned the dance room back into a guest room.



Ron also mentioned letting friends use it when they needed to get away as well, so she made sure that basic supplies remained, and the house would always be ready. Other then that she didn’t have much to move. If she needed anything, she could merely floo over and get it.



There was only one thing she would budge on. She would not move in until Ron’s divorce was final. Having Ron put her in a home was one thing, but until the papers said otherwise, it was still Sara’s home.



Ron was insisted that they move her bed, he had grown accustomed to it. He had his bed moved and pansy settled in it’s place. They slept in the guest room for the time being.



It took less then a week for the parchments to go through the right people. He showed up at her house with the letter stating his divorce was final and he was no longer married. Pansy finally had her first look at Ron’s home.



It was huge manor style house, but it looked like a museum. The walls were bare except for a few landscape pieces. Knowing where Ron grew up, he must had had enough of seeing landscapes. There were scattered vases that contained nothing. The room for the most part contained little else. It echoed when she walked.



“You can change anything you like. I hate this look. The way you decorated your house is more my style.” She resolved to start tomorrow.



Leeky prepared them a light supper and then Ron led her to his room. Her bed was already there waiting for them. Ron’s room was the most welcoming that she had seen so far. Her bed was arranged and waiting for them. Hogwarts keepsakes were scattered here and there.



Pansy was drawn to the bureau and a photo that was resting there. It was a photo of her, curled on her side asleep, the blanket was pulled back and her limbs arranged strategically.



“I couldn’t help myself. The away you looked, I had to get a shot.” She looked back at the picture and had to admit she looked peaceful in her sleep. She felt Ron slide his hands around her waist. As she covered his hands with hers, she noticed right away the absence of a ring. No ties to anyone else. All hers.



She turned in his arms and kissed him with everything she was. He gripped her tighter and kissed her back, giving over everything he was to the woman in his arms.



As he kissed her, he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. They kicked off their shoes and broke the kiss. Ron took her hand and walked to their bed. He rested her flat on her back looked down at her.



He could look at her forever. Reaching up he ran his thumb across her lips. He trailed his fingertips down her jaw and along her neck. She remained still as his touch moved down the middle of her breasts, pausing to unhook the small clasp that rested there.



With her breasts free, he slid down further and opened her jeans. She lifted her hips as he pulled them off, along with her black thong.



Ron looked up at his lady, naked and waiting for his move. She trusted him to bring her pleasure and he would not disappoint her.



He leaned down and spread her legs, laying between them. He leaned forward and brushing his nose against her curls, inhaled deeply. He loved her scent. It made his blood boil.



Her legs relaxed as he spread her pussy open. He looked at the pale pink lips, slick with wetness. He slipped his tongue into her and sucked out her juice, making a loud slurp as he swallowed it down.



Pansy arched her head back and groaned. She loved Ron’s technique. Slow and languid. He gave long slow licks up her pussy, holding her open with his fingers. He saw her button, hot and swollen begging for attention, but he left it alone for now.



Closing his lips over her pussy he darted his tongue in and out quickly, tongue fucking her. He waited for the movement he knew would come. He moved his tongue faster, moving his hands from her lips to her thighs. Without stopping his tongue, he reached for her ankles and rested her feet on his shoulders. Raising his hands to her knees he pulled them to the side, opening her wide.



As her hips began arching upward he moved and sucked her clit. She began panting and her thighs trembled. He knew to wait for just a moment longer. Her chest was heaving from his attentions.



He slid two fingers inside her. She was soaked by now, wanting to reach what she knew he would do for her. Her legs were open as far as she could get them, Ron’s was locked onto her clit, as his fingers began to slid in and out. He was teasing her. He knew what she needed but he waited, until the torment was too much.



Her head began to roll back and forth. His fingers moved slowly, but Pansy’s hips urged him on. Ron still waited. It became torture for Pansy.



“Ron please….,” she gasped out, “I ……I need…”



“I know what you need my lovely lady.” He turned his hand palm up and began crooking his fingers in tandem, right against the spot that would drive Pansy to her release.



“Oh yes…. Ron…..ah….ah….” She arched her hips faster as Ron continued sucking on her clit.



“Come for me my darling, I’ve been thirsty for some time.” He returned to his task, sucking harder and adding a nibble with his teeth for measure. Pansy was sent into convulsions.



“Oh gods Ron……ah….ah…..oh my……..aaahhhhhhh.” She came hard, thrusting her hips off the bed and flooding Ron’s tongue and mouth. She felt his lips working faster and he drank her down.



As she enjoyed the sensations still running through her body Ron licked her clean, not missing a spot but staying away from her clit, which he could see was still red and swollen.



She is laying relaxed and pleased as Ron stripped his jeans off. She held out her arms and beckoned her lover to her. He never refused when she opened her arms and he lay between them, kissing her deeply. She tasted herself on his lips. He loved it when she sucked her juice off him.



He slipped himself inside her. She arched her back and lifted her legs higher. Ron pinned her knees under his arms, holding her down.



He kissed her hard as he moved, driving deeply. She groaned into his lips, reaching up and pulling his shoulders.



“Do you like that pansy?” He asked against her lips.



“I love it Ron, I love the way you fuck.” Her words spurned him on. He took her hard and deep, making her yell out with each thrust.



“You do, do you?” He asked gain. “You love …this?” He delivered a sharp thrust on his last word.



“Yes!!” She screamed out. “More…Ron more.”



“Anything you want.” He moved faster but just as hard and deep. His body flexed over her as they moved around the bed, dragging the sheets with them.



“Gods Ron…..I…oh shit!!!!” She came again and squeezed down on him.



“That’s my girl.” He grunted out and fucked harder. “Uh….. Uh ….. uh…..woman what you do to me…….” She locked her eyes on his and bit her lip and she watched him. He liked it when she watched him.



He straightened his back and looked down at her. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her forward and rode her hard and fast watching her breasts being thrown all over the place as he moved. Her legs were flying in all directions, slapping against his shoulders at some points. He felt the build up in his sack, and he moved faster.



Sweat covered his hair, and trailed down his back. His grip on her hips was tight as he fucked her harder. She lifted off the bed several times until he screamed out. “GGGAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” He thrust deep and hard. Pansy could feel the throb of his cock as he emptied into her.



He collapsed on top of her body, just like she loved. His breathe came out in sharp gasps against her neck. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered “I love you Ron.”



He hugged her tightly as she feel asleep, then raised his head and looked at her. Her legs fell to the side of his hips. His chest and hips covered her perfectly. She fell asleep cradling his body with hers. He watched her sleeping, finally in his home in his room. He had her where he wanted her and he would make sure she never left.