Letters to Lovers
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
23
Views:
2,861
Reviews:
7
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Chapter 23-What ends up happening
Pansy and Ron graduated with good marks from Hogwarts. Not the best marks, those places went to Hermione and Draco, which not one person was surprised about. Pansy decided to go home first off, which Ron understood.
Ron settled into his flat above the shop in Hogsmeade. His mother wanted him to try for a position at the Ministry but Ron had other ideas. His brothers had a staff that Ron managed. This gave Ron the option of actually working the store two days out of the week. He used this time to work on designs. He had sold some upgrade ideas that did well, and now he had been contracted for actual broom designs. If his first one did well, he would be commissioned to draft sport model for quidditch players.
Pansy had sent out several manuscripts to publishers and after three rejections, had finally sold one. She wanted to have some kind of steady income before she moved in with Ron. She didn’t like the idea of living off him, she wanted to contribute. Ron told her he understood her wishes and they agreed to buy a home together after they had saved a significant amount and made a stronger income each.
Over the next year, Ron became a success, and Pansy became a success. While they knew they wanted a home together, Ron turned his thoughts toward a more serious commitment.
Pansy still lived at home, but spent the night an average of three nights a week. He wanted more, he was planning on asking her to move in with him when he bought a home. Ron thought about what he really wanted. He would do it the way they started. He would write a letter.
My Dearest Pansy,
I suppose you are wondering why I am writing to you like this. Well, sometimes I sit here at night thinking about the letters we used to write to each other while we were in school.
They were a comfort to me then, and they still are. When I cant be with you I take them out and read them. Yes I kept all of them. They make me feel closer to you. Seeing how we fell in love heals my heart when I’m alone.
I remember how mad you got when I confessed to looking at your breasts, which I still do by the way. How we became friends and lovers through those letters. The nasty words and hexes that came our way and how we still stuck together through all that.
Nobody would have ever imagined we would have ended up together, much less last as long as we have. You have become a part of me and I cannot live without you.
You are a woman of distinction, class elegance and style. I don’t know how I ever deserved you, but I’m glad you thought me worthy. I have something to ask you Pansy, and I thought that using the way we first fell in love would be the right way.
You are my dream, my comfort, my joy, my strength, my confidant, my heart, my life and my very soul. I am nothing without you. So in my final letter to my lover, please Pansy, marry me.
Love always, Ronald
Pansy let the letter fall to the floor and jumped into the floo. When she emerged in Ron’s flat he was standing there in his jeans and t shirt, as casual as always, holding out a ring box with a marquis solitaire diamond. Pansy laughed herself into his arms and squeezed, the tears flowing down her face. Her body was shaking from her crying.
“Is that a yes?” He whispered as he held her.
Pansy began crying harder and pulled back to look at him. “YES!!!!!” She cried out. Ron let out a howl and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kept on crying. Ron let his own tears fall as he held her. She said yes. She said she would marry him.
The End
Ron settled into his flat above the shop in Hogsmeade. His mother wanted him to try for a position at the Ministry but Ron had other ideas. His brothers had a staff that Ron managed. This gave Ron the option of actually working the store two days out of the week. He used this time to work on designs. He had sold some upgrade ideas that did well, and now he had been contracted for actual broom designs. If his first one did well, he would be commissioned to draft sport model for quidditch players.
Pansy had sent out several manuscripts to publishers and after three rejections, had finally sold one. She wanted to have some kind of steady income before she moved in with Ron. She didn’t like the idea of living off him, she wanted to contribute. Ron told her he understood her wishes and they agreed to buy a home together after they had saved a significant amount and made a stronger income each.
Over the next year, Ron became a success, and Pansy became a success. While they knew they wanted a home together, Ron turned his thoughts toward a more serious commitment.
Pansy still lived at home, but spent the night an average of three nights a week. He wanted more, he was planning on asking her to move in with him when he bought a home. Ron thought about what he really wanted. He would do it the way they started. He would write a letter.
My Dearest Pansy,
I suppose you are wondering why I am writing to you like this. Well, sometimes I sit here at night thinking about the letters we used to write to each other while we were in school.
They were a comfort to me then, and they still are. When I cant be with you I take them out and read them. Yes I kept all of them. They make me feel closer to you. Seeing how we fell in love heals my heart when I’m alone.
I remember how mad you got when I confessed to looking at your breasts, which I still do by the way. How we became friends and lovers through those letters. The nasty words and hexes that came our way and how we still stuck together through all that.
Nobody would have ever imagined we would have ended up together, much less last as long as we have. You have become a part of me and I cannot live without you.
You are a woman of distinction, class elegance and style. I don’t know how I ever deserved you, but I’m glad you thought me worthy. I have something to ask you Pansy, and I thought that using the way we first fell in love would be the right way.
You are my dream, my comfort, my joy, my strength, my confidant, my heart, my life and my very soul. I am nothing without you. So in my final letter to my lover, please Pansy, marry me.
Love always, Ronald
Pansy let the letter fall to the floor and jumped into the floo. When she emerged in Ron’s flat he was standing there in his jeans and t shirt, as casual as always, holding out a ring box with a marquis solitaire diamond. Pansy laughed herself into his arms and squeezed, the tears flowing down her face. Her body was shaking from her crying.
“Is that a yes?” He whispered as he held her.
Pansy began crying harder and pulled back to look at him. “YES!!!!!” She cried out. Ron let out a howl and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kept on crying. Ron let his own tears fall as he held her. She said yes. She said she would marry him.
The End