What Would You Wish For?

Graduation was almost upon them and Ron began making plans in earnest. He had submitted his application for the Auror test last month. The trainers would go over his and every other application with a fine tooth comb. The would go over his grades and speak with his Headmaster and Head of House. They didn’t bother testing anyone who they considered to be less than ideal.



Ron sat with Pansy under a tree on the grounds, in their customary position. Ron leaning against the trunk, Pansy between his legs, their fingers woven together. It was a warm day and the luring call of summer and the end of school loomed before them all.



“What happens if they allow you to test?” Pansy asked.



“They will send me an owl, with my testing date before graduation. The test is a three day evaluation, a written exam, an oral interview, then a physical simulation. If I pass all three, then a week later, I will be sent a date and time to meet for the training program.” His excitement was evident, as well as the fact that he had researched meticulously.



“How long does training last?” She asked.



“Five months. During that time I will live at the Ministry training center. Most of the tests occur at dawn or even during the middle of the night, sometimes they have surprise tests. After that, they will pair me up with a licensed Auror for a year, then I can get my own license.” He explained.



“So the only time you’ll be away is during the training?” She twisted and faced him.



“Yes. Of course it won’t seem so bad since I will have someone to write to.” He said grinning down at her.



“I’d love to get your owls.” She lifted her lips for a kiss.







A week later Pansy waited in the Room of Requirement, the usual comfy, mini common room, and fire. She sipped a glass of juice that had appeared for them, when Ron came charging into the room. She barely had time to stand and he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted and spun her around.



“Ron,” she laughed as she held on, “what’s all this?”



“I made it! I made it!” Ron dropped her and unrolled the parchment in this hands. “I got an appointment to take the entrance application!”



“Ron that’s fabulous!” She jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as he spun her again, shouting out.



He let her down, taking her shoulders and kissing her deeply. When he let her go, he looked her in the eye and Pansy felt a chill race through her. “Marry me. After my training, marry me Pansy.”



She froze and looked at him with wide eyes. “Ron…..”



“Everything is going perfectly. Everything I have wanted is happening. I am going to succeed, and have all my dreams, the only thing that’s missing if you telling me yes. Make this day perfect Pansy. Tell me you’ll marry me. Give me something to dream of when I have to leave. Please Pansy, marry me.”



Pansy let her tears well up. How had she deserved such a man. “Yes, Ron. I’ll marry you.”



He grabbed her and nearly crushed her ribs with his hug, but she didn’t care. His kiss was too passionate, so soul filled to think of anything else.



Pansy opened to his kiss with everything she was, letting his lift her off the ground as she wrapped her legs around him. Together they fell on the couch. She eagerly took his weight, keeping her limps around him. He was hard, pressing into her pussy, anf it was too much for Pansy to take.



“Take off your clothes.” She gasped out, pulling on his shirt.



“Pansy, we don’t need…..” He helped remove his shirt, thinking that they would merely get topless like they usually did.



“Yes, we do Ron. I want to.” She reached down and began working his belt open.



“Are you sure?” He asked, hoping she would change her mind.



“Yes.” She pulled harder on his belt. For Ron it was enough. He rose up on his knees and pulled his belt off. While Pansy was taking off her own clothes, he managed to get his boots and socks off. Pansy was naked, reclining back on the couch watching as he slid his jeans and shorts off.



He stayed on his knees, letting her look her fill. Ron was long and thick. He had a vein along one side and his hair burned just as red as the hair on his head. He was nervous and insecure but his desire for the naked woman offering herself to him was more important than his mere feelings.



She sat up, bringing her level with his cock and took him in both hands. “I’ve only done this once.” She said looking up at him.



“You don’t have to.” He said, holding his breath.



“I want to, but if I do something wrong, let me know.” He nodded and nearly howled out as she took his head in her mouth. He braced his hand on the back of the couch, afraid he would fall over. Pansy’s mouth was hot and wet, sliding up and down, coating him in her spit. Her open eyes watched him fight to breath and held on to the couch.



She reached out with her free hand and took his, delighting in his tight grip around her fingers. She took him as deep as she could, until she gagged on him, snapping him to attention.



“Stop…..it’s too much…..” He took her shoulders and gave her a gentle push. She landed on her back, opening her arms to him.



“I want you inside me Ron. I’ve waited long enough.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him.



“Trust me, Pansy, I want to be inside you too.” He positioned himself between her thighs. “Can you help me love?”



His trust in her, and the way he asked for help without embarrassment showed how much he cared. She reached down and took his cock in her hand, guiding his head to her aching pussy. She was soaked with anticipation alone. She had wanted him more and more over the time she became involved with him. She wanted him more than she had ever thought she would. She needed him.



Holding him tightly, he took his hips and pulled him forward. Ron held his breath, his whole body beginning to sweat as he sank slowly inside her. He let out three hard breathes, looking into Pansy’s eyes. She saw the torrid emotions and pleasure playing in his eyes.



She cupped his jaw. “Relax Ron, just enjoy it.” She wanted him to experience what she was, and he seemed to be too nervous.



“I am enjoying it.” He swallowed hard and pushed himself further. “I just don’t want to rush.”



“Don’t worry about that.” She tightened her legs and pulled his completely inside her, letting her gentle sigh mix with his groan. “Just focus on how it feels.”



Ron pulled out and slowly sank back in. The feeling of submerging inside her was indescribably sensuous. Her wetness sliding around him filled him with pure joy and that she would now be his was something that made what they were sharing even more special.



Taking her face in both hands, he kissed her deeply as he continued moving. He kept his movements slow and deep, wanting to be gentle with her. She was kissing him back with the same ardor, arching into him.



They moved with a loving rhythm, each merely basking in the offering the other was giving. They didn’t rush for a release, they didn’t need to. Ron knew she would always be there for him, Pansy knew the same. If they didn’t orgasm this time, their future would be filled with chances. Tonight was a celebration of their new commitment.



Ron reached down and stroked her thigh, giving her heated flesh a squeeze here and there. Her body was phenomenal and he had to see more of it. Rising up on his knees without pulling out of her, he gripped her legs, hooking her knees on his elbows and pulling her forward as he thrust.



Pansy gripped the arm of the cough, giving over to the new depth and speed that Ron was giving her. He looked at her body in awe. Soft, and gently curved, her pale skin was set off by pitch black hair. Her breasts, bounced around as he plunged. Her hard nipples seemed to be pointing at him, accusing him of this causing this delicious view.



He crossed her ankles and let them rest against his shoulder. Taking both her hands in his, he again pulled her toward him and he pushed forward. She thrust upward with him, joining him in their personal mating ritual.



“You are so beautiful.” Ron told her, leaning down. Bracing himself on his fists beside her, he kept her legs over his shoulder, forcing himself deeper. He watched her reaction, and stayed ready to lift up if this position looked too difficult for her.



“So are you.” She returned, gripping his shoulders and pulling him closer. They were covered in sweat but Ron wasn’t about to stop. Just like the man he saw had changed positions to prolong the pleasure, Ron continued to shift about, making sure to keep this changing even if just slightly.



She eventually began pushing on his shoulders. Ron stopped and looked down. She parted her legs and locked them around his waist, then reached down and began fondling her clit. Ron felt a new tightness and rose up on his knees and looked down at her while he began pumping again. Her eyes had fallen shut and her lips parted and she touched herself. It was the sexiest image Ron had ever seen.



“Fuck, you’re hot.” He growled as he began moving faster, and harder, responding to her body as it set the pace. Her legs pulled on him until he found the tempo she liked best. Watching her kept his focus in check and he was able to give her what she wanted without losing his own control. “Come on, Pansy, let me see you lose yourself.”



His erotic words spurred her on. His voice was tender but filled with lust. She let his words slide over her body, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. The very idea that Ron wanted to watch her achieve such a profound pleasure was what sent her reeling into oblivion. She let out a shriek and clamped his body with her thighs, never hearing the grown of his pleasure as she squeezed down on him.



Ron moved slowly in and out of her, listening to her fluids moving with him as she calmed down. Her pussy had taken on a whole new feel, as if inside she was softer and slicker. He watched her face form a serene, blissful expression as he continued to slide in and out of her body.



“Did that feel good love?” He asked with just a little arrogance.



She gave a lazy smile, and lifted her arms. “Yes, it was divine.” He helped her sit up, sad to remove his body from hers, but shocked as all hell when she turned from him and leaned over the arm of the couch. “Now, it’s your turn.” She gave him a wink over her shoulder, then arched her ass higher.



Ron no longer had control over his brain. He moved on instinct, settling behind her, and getting into position. He grabbed her hips and guided himself back inside her. He was able to penetrate deeper this time, and his body wanted the release it was striving for. He wanted to make it pleasurable for Pansy, but he didn’t know if he could wait again.



“Give me everything Ron, fill me up.” She called over her shoulder. Her words slapped him into action. Gripping her hips, he let his body go and began driving himself into her. The new depth, the different angle, the wetness she was covering him with, it was all too much.



Ron grunted and plunged deeper and deeper. Pansy gripped the arm tightly, holding steady so her lover could partake of his own pleasure with her body. Just as she had shared it with him, she wanted to hear him.



Ron moved faster and faster, thrusting into her harder and harder, thinking that he may have hurt her but she didn’t stop him. He would apologize if he did but he was in no way able to stop now. His body tensed up and he felt his sac tighten against him. He thrust harder, pulling on her hips. Lightning shot up his spine, and his groin exploded. He threw back his and clenched his teeth. Burying himself as deeply as he could, he unleashed his fluid into her body.



Pansy smiled into the cushion she was holding, eagerly taking his offering. That’s what it was to her. That’s what it would be when they married. This was her man and the joy he found in her body made her feel proud. This was a man who would appreciate her.



He managed to gather the energy to help her turn over then, relaxed on top of her again, panting like a spent animal. She embraced his warmth and ran her fingers along his sweaty back, caressing him gently.



“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked, kissing her cheek. “I wasn’t trying to control myself all that well at the end there.”



“I loved it.” She told him, nuzzling his temple. “You didn’t hurt me at all. I think we match well.”



Ron chuckled and let him body relax, and in a few moments he was sleep, cradled by her body. Pansy decided to let him sleep for a few moments. She took her time just holding him. Ron was a man of character, and he would be her husband soon enough.



She didn’t look forward to the months apart, but she would support him and write to him daily if he wanted her to. She loved him and she would always show him she did.







A/N: In response to a review, I need to clarify something, regarding Seamus’s behavior. I understand and agree with sex and having no commitments, I have put that particular situation in my writings even if it is a subplot. The result of Seamus’s behavior is because he wasn’t honest about his intentions. The scene with Susan crying was because he told her wonderful things, he sweet talked her, and made her think there was something. His claiming that he never made promises was him trying to save face when it backfired on him. The fact that Demona also saw this through the memories she saw from Susan was also another indication of his lying. I suppose I didn’t make that clear enough in my writing.

Did anyone else see that Seamus was in the wrong? I thought I made it evident that he lad lied his way into Susan’s trust, and that’s why she was so hurt.

If my story was conflicting in this view, I apologize.