So Much Better

Pansy woke up in Ron’s bed. He had moved them during the late hours of the night. Snuggled up behind her, with an arm around her waist, he slept soundly. Glancing at his clock she saw that it was 7:30 in the morning. She didn’t have to work today, so she could take her time going home. She had wondered last night if she would regret this decision but she found she did not. Ron was amazing and she felt more satisfied then she had in years.



Her stomach growled loudly and she realized she had built up quite an appetite. She didn’t doubt for a moment that Ron had as well. If his eating level was still on par with his Hogwarts days.



Easing out from under his arm, she got out of bed and found her clothes had been placed on the trunk at the foot of his bed. The skirt and blouse work for the office but she dressed casually at home. Seeing a pair of Ron’s jeans she grabbed her wand and with a few spells, charmed them to fit, then slipped on one of his t shirts.



She made her way to the kitchen and smiled as she opened the refrigerator. Ron had enough food to feed an army. She knew he was an Auror and maybe he made sure he always had food because he didn’t know when he would be able to shop again.



She loaded her arms with eggs, sausage, milk, and hash browns then arranged them on the counter. She had the stove going and was halfway done when she was interrupted. “Something smells good.”



She turned and saw him leaning against a wall, bare-chested with a pare of jeans loosely thrown on, not even zipped. “Good morning.” She gave him a brilliant smile, which was returned.



Ron liked a smile like that. It meant she thoroughly enjoyed the night before and the breakfast she apparently was making said she had worked up a good hunger. He looked down to her feet then up to her face. “You look better in my jeans then I do.”



“I hope you don’t mind?” She asked, flipping sausage patties.



“Not in the least,” he said moving into the kitchen, “can I help?”



“I’m almost done, but if you could pour drinks that would be great.” He nodded and poured glasses, getting two places ready with flatware. She was soon done and bringing two plates to the table.



“This looks great.” He sat down and tucked in, loudly enjoying her cooking. He thought it might make his manners seem lackluster, but she seemed to like the reaction.



“I’m glad you like it. Breakfast is my favorite meal, so I make some good dishes.” She said. “You should try my French toast.”



“I’d like to.” He smiled faded just a bit. “Look Pansy, normally I wouldn’t have minded at all being picked up in a bar, but why the offer?” She knew she would have to explain it sooner rather than later.



“Do you regret it?” She asked, wondering where he stood.



“Not a bit.” She laughed at his expression. “It just seemed so unlike you.”



“Well……”



KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!



“What the hell?” Ron stood.



“You obviously weren’t expecting anyone then?” She asked, following him.



“No. I’m supposed to have a free day today.” He opened the door and Harry Potter entered with a man behind him.



“Mark?” Pansy asked.



“Pansy, thank Merlin. I was so worried about you.” He took in her clothes and Ron’s partial nudity. “What are you doing here?”



“Me and Ron had a hot shag last night.” She said without preamble, folding her arms across her chest.



“Ron?” Harry stepped closer to his friend, who merely nodded and looked back at Pansy. He had a feeling that the questions he had were about to be answered.



“You slept with him?” Mark looked from to her again.



“After a while we ended up sleeping, didn’t we?” She gave him a wink, and Ron found himself smiling back at her. She was adorable, she was.



“You never came home.” He said.



“Ron, Mr. Darish here was worried when his girlfriend didn’t come home after work and when she didn’t return all night, he came to the Auror’s office to ask us to look for her. I was coming to get you.” He explained, taking a perverse delight in the drama that was unfolding.



“Well, as you can see Mr. Potter my whereabouts for the night have been established, although I have to admit, I did return home briefly after work.” She watched the confusion spread on Mark’s face.



“No, you didn’t. I was there waiting for you, just like we planned.” He countered.



“I left work at 3.” His smile vanished, and Pansy’s grew. “What time did she leave?”



Ron and Harry each looked at each other with wide eyes, then tried and failed miserably to hide the grins they grew. Ron suddenly understood everything.



“I spent the afternoon to myself and came across Ron here, offering….how did I put it Ron?” She asked, with a fair bit of drama.



“I believe you wanted a proper rogering.” He answered with the utmost respect. Well, as much as he could with Harry holding onto his arm to keep from falling as he laughed.



“What?!” Mark was livid. “You picked him up off the street?”



“Hey!” Ron yelled at him this time. “It was in a bar. I am not a street whore!”



“You’re a bar whore.” Harry said quietly beside him.



“That’s right sir.” Ron’s firm agreement was comical and Pansy smiled at his enjoyment.



“I can’t believe you.” Mark turned his anger to Pansy, but she was past anger. She was calm, cool, and collected. Her house founder would have been proud.



“I can’t believe you. You brought your slut to MY home. You didn’t even have the decency to take her to your flat, you brought her to MINE. Why?” She asked, but as she suspected he had no answer. “Either way it doesn’t matter. I’m changing the locks and resetting the wards, I will send all of your belongings that you left to you when I get home.”



“We need to talk about this.” He started forward but she held out a hand, telling him to stop.



“I don’t think so, you see things have changed, well with me anyway. You see I was so intent on revenge, but that’s changed after last night.”



“What do you mean?” He asked.



“You see, I asked Ron for a shagging because I wanted to get back at you but…..well…there is no easy way to saw this, but Ron is SOOOOOOOOOOO much better than you are at fucking.”



Harry burst out laughing, holding his gut, while Ron in all his adorableness blushed. Mark however was seeing red. Harry laughing didn’t help. “Oh mate, not only did she go to another man, but he ended up being better than you.”



Mark snapped, and took after Harry howling, but two trained Aurors were not about to be taken by surprise. Both Ron and Harry had him subdued, on the ground, face down in mere moments. “Now, now,” Harry told him, “being shit in the sack is nothing to get angry about.”



“You’re not helping.” Ron teased.



“He tried to attack me, the time to help has ended.” He said, and reached into his pocket, dragging out a long chain, securing both wrists. They lifted him to his feet.



“No, my good man,” Harry was truly enjoying himself too much, “for attacking an Auror you will be taken to the Ministry of Magic for 24 hours. If you have calmed down then you will be released.” He faced Pansy. “You might want to use that time to reset your wards and locks as you planned.” She gave him a nod. “Ron, way to shag.” They shook hands.



“Wait a moment.” Pansy called. “He may have my key in his pocket.” While Harry searched him she turned to Ron. “Do you need a regular lover? Because I do.”



“I would love that, very much indeed.” She giggled at his face. Harry laughed too. It reminded him of Arthur Weasley when trying to chastise his sons for something. Everyone in the room knew he wanted details, but tried for his wife’s sake to be disciplined.



“Wonderful. Maybe we can start today. You can come over and help me with my home and we can fuck on my couch this time.” She spoke with a huge little girl grin.



“Yeah!” Ron’s overly dramatic acceptance drew more laughter out of Harry.



“Well, enjoy the day off Ron.” He led Mark out of the house.



“That felt good.” She said, heading back to the table to finish her breakfast.



“I could tell.” He sat down and resumed his own meal. “Well, I guess that explains it.” He said with a chuckle.



“Yes. That was the reason. That’s the only reason I did it last night. Revenge was on my mind.” She admitted.



“You wouldn’t be a Slytherin if it wasn’t.” She gave a laugh of her own. “I’m sorry though.”



“For what, the demise of my relationship. It was going nowhere.” She rested her chin on her hand. “To be honest, what made me angry was the fact that he defiled my home. I didn’t care that he cheated, that only gave me an excuse to chuck him. He had the balls to bring her to my home.”



“I can see why that would make you angry.” He stood and took their plates.



“Yes, well I couldn’t let that go unpunished.” She hopped up on his counter while he did the dishes. “I meant what I said about continuing. I haven’t had it this good in so long.”



He blushed again. He was so damn cute when he blushed. “Really? I was serious about accepting the offer but I was a little humbled when you told him I was better.”



“Oh, believe me you are.” When he finished, he opened her arms and legs, taking him in a hug and kiss.



“Do you really need help warding your house and changing locks.” He asked. He was still wrapped in her embrace.



“No. But I do still want to fuck on my own couch.” He pulled her off the counter, and she held on tightly as he walked back to his bedroom. After a quick shower, they went to her place. It took only moments for the changes, but they managed to fill the afternoon and early evening with other activities.