Pansy's Parchment

Pansy looked in the mirror. She was dressed in a thin strapped white slip style dress that ended at her ankles. Her perfectly pedicured toes stuck out of white strappy heels. Her hair hung naturally, stopping at her jaw line. She had outgrown her trademark bangs, and let her shiny tresses fall to the side. She had on light makeup, never being one to wear a lot to begin with. It ruined your skin.



Her mother had tried to get her to select a elaborate gown with a long trail and a huge veil, but Pansy had declined. She had also cut the guest list in half. Her mother had planned on inviting her fathers friends, business associates, and higher members of society. She wanted none of it. Huge weddings and massive gowns were for love matches. This wasn’t a love match, it was an arrangement.



“It’s time.” She turned to see Professor Snape. He had been matched up with Hermione Granger and as a result was married a few months ago. She sent him an owl asking if he would walk her down the aisle. She was delighted that he accepted. She didn’t want to walk up there alone, and knowing that her former head of house had to go through this as well was a comfort.



“Thank you for doing this Professor.” He kissed her cheek and took her arm in his.



“Are you ready?” He asked. She nodded. “Don’t worry Miss Parkinson, Gryffindors are disgustingly noble and loyal, and Weasley comes from a pathetically gentleman type family.” She laughed as she took her flowers. The Professor had a sense of humor that only Slytherin house saw. She missed it and she knew he was trying to ease her fears.



The ceremony was nice and simple. There were simple vows and nothing over the top. Once again Pansy had gone against her mothers wishes. Everyone here knew this was because of the new law, so loving promises would have been out of place.



Ron promised kindness and fidelity and to share everything his life with her. She promised him compassion and comfort and to share everything her life with him and only him. They were meaningful and honest and appropriate. Ron spared her the first kiss, instead planting it on her cheek. She was grateful. Her and Ron hadn’t kissed yet and she didn’t want her nervousness to show in front of all the guests. She wanted some privacy before she did anything intimate with Ron.



Her mothers reception had been edited as well. She was a little angry that Pansy had altered her plans, but to Pansy this was not a huge gala affair. It ended up being a small friendly gathering, much more in tune with the simple wedding. It was casual and relaxed, just the way it should be, the last thing Pansy wanted was to have a formal sit down setting.



She moved around the room, mingling with her friend and Ron’s. She spotted Hermione Granger, well Hermione Snape now and made her way over.



“Congratulations Pansy, you look beautiful.” She said with such sincerity that Pansy had no problem believing her.



“Thank you, and thank you for letting me borrowing your husband.” She joked.



“Severus was honored when you asked. You should have seen him when your owl came.” Hermione told her.



“Hermione,” she looked to make sure they were somewhat private in the full room, “was it bad that first night?” She whispered.



“I was very nervous, but Severus told me to talk to him, to tell him what felt good and what I was comfortable or uncomfortable with. It helped a lot being able to talk. Just communicate and don’t keep secrets and it will work out.” She looked over to her husband who was talking with Pansy’s mother. “I can’t imagine not being married to him now.”



Pansy smiled at the obvious adoration. “Than you Hermione.” The two girls hugged.



“Are you ready?” They looked over at Ron.



“Yes, I’m ready.” She said. Ron left to shrink their bags and fetch their cloaks. Pansy said her goodbyes and joined him a moment later at the doors to the ballroom. As everyone waved goodbye and wished them luck, she apparated beside Ron as he took her away.



When she opened her eyes she found herself on a rustic pathway near a forest. She thought for a moment she was near the forbidden forest but she knew it wasn’t the same.



“Over here.” Ron said beside her. She turned around and her eyes flew open.



“Oh it’s lovely.” It was a small cottage, resting right near a brook that she could see running from behind the house to the edge of the forest. The path led to a village that she could make out in the distance. “How long do we have it?”



“Two weeks. It’s our for two weeks.” He said, as they walked up to the door. He unwarded it and they entered. It was very inviting, lit by huge candles all over the place. A huge fireplace dominated the sitting room as well as several bookshelves.



Ron locked the door. “We should go to the village and get some things.” He suggested.



“Alright.” She agreed, that would be a good idea.



“I’m going to change and unpack our bags.”



“I’ll help.” They moved to the bedroom and Pansy felt her nerves flare up. They would be in that bed together later. Would she be any good for him? She didn’t know much, she was always so shy about that.



She set about unpacking and putting their things away. She faced the wardrobe to find her dress and saw Ron without his shirt on. He was barefoot, only wearing his dress trousers.



He caught her looking at him and smiled. She turned as she blushed bright red. Spotting the sundress she wanted, she took it out and tossed it on the bed. She unstrapped her shoes and stood up to find Ron standing next to her. He had swapped his dress trousers for jeans, but still had no shirt on.



She could smell his cologne, he was so close. She felt his hands on her shoulders slowly turning her around. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her body close. “Come on, my Pansy, give me a bit of a hug.” He whispered in her ear. She raised her hands and rested them on his biceps. “Come on now, you can do better then that can’t you.” He said softly. She raised her arms higher and brought them around his shoulders. “That’s nice isn’t it”



“Yes.” She admitted. Ron’s body was very well built. She felt an urge and wondered if she should say anything, then remembered Hermione’s words after the wedding.



“Ronald?” She whispered, glad she wasn’t looking at him face to face.



“Yes my Pansy?” He said running his lips along her neck, not kissing, just moving his lips.



“I was….well….” She felt her nerves failing.



“You can ask me for anything, and I’ll do it. Now what do you need my Pansy?” The ‘my Pansy’ sent something up her spine, she didn’t know what, but it went there.



“Tighter.” Was all she could manage to get out. Ron responded immediately and tightened his hold, pulling her flush against him. Pansy felt her body respond to his embrace. His chest was warm and she was driven to feel more. “Ronald?”



He took on a liking to hearing his name. It meant she was going to ask for something. “Yes my Pansy?”



“I want to feel you.” She whispered. Hermione had been right, as long as she asked for what she wanted, everything would be fine.



“You are feeling me.” He said, planting a feather light kiss on her shoulder.



“No….I…I...um…I mean…” she took a steadying breathe in, “I want to feel your skim.” She whispered, hoping to the gods she wouldn’t have to explain. She didn’t have to, because she felt Ron easing the zipper in the back of her dress down. She held onto him, too scared to look at him and he slid his hands up her arm. Moving one arm down he lowered the strap and returned her arm to his shoulder. Then he took the other arm and lowered the strap off that one. He hadn’t moved his face from her shoulder knowing that she would be nervous.



When he had her arms settled around his shoulders again, he lowered the dress to her waist. Slipping his arms around her he brought her body back to his. She felt her nipples pucker up as they made contact with his chest. His body was inviting and she felt safe in his embrace.



“Ronald?” She whispered again. It had paid off well to ask for what she wanted. She was going to ask for something, and he loved it.



“Yes?” He said, nuzzling her neck, still not kissing, just feeling her skin with his lips and cheeks.



“Do …you…. I…..” she was almost afraid to asked him, terrified of what the answer to her question might be, “do you…..think I’m pretty?” She asked. Pansy had rarely been complimented in her youth. While she had grown out of her pugish nose and plump frame, it had been her friendship and understanding that had made her friends. When it came to boys, she knew how to flatter them and was always making them feel confident, but she didn’t believe in her own looks. She wasn’t the gorgeous one who got all the attention.



Ron could hear the tension in her voice and feel her body shaking as he held her. This was important to her, something she needed to hear. He raised his face and brushed his cheek against hers. She could feel his lips move against her ear. “Mrs. Weasley I think you’re beautiful.”



She smiled and pressed her cheek closer to hers. “Thank you.” She told him. Her voice was a breathe but he heard it. He hugged her tightly, glad he had made her feel what she wanted to feel. She was his wife now and he was the one who needed to give her this. He did think she was beautiful. He may not love her, but he did think she was beautiful.



He saw the dress she laid out. Pushing her dress down past her hips, he let it fall to the floor then took a step back. Her first instinct was to cover her breasts, but she fought it. She was his wife, and she said she would try to be a good one. She let her arms drop to her sides waiting for him to look, but he kept his eyes on her face, taking them away only to take the dress she had chose.



It was dark green, with a full skirt that stopped just after her knees. It had thin straps and a matching black cardigan. She raised her arms and let Ron slip in on, smoothing it along her body and past her hips. The top was fitted and made her bust appear bigger then it actually was.



“I’ll let you finish dressing, then we can go.” She nodded. His hands were still on her waist. “Would you like to take tea in the village?” He asked.



“Alright.” She said. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, inhaling her fragrance. A lovely perfume from her shower that morning. Then he turned and went back to his own dressing.



She donned her sweater and black low heeled sandals. She went to the bathroom and combed her hair. When she came out, Ron had added a blue long sleeve t shirt to his jeans and black boots.



Ron warded the cottage and draped an arm around her shoulders. They took not two steps when he stopped and looked down at her. It took her a moment to understand. She timidly let her hand coast around his waist to settle on his hip. Ron smiled and they started a nice walk to the village.