Misplaced Trust

hey everyone here is the next chaptert and good news! my co-author and i have finished writing out the entire story now all that is left is to edit it and post it up this is the longests story i have ever helpped write

my co-author and i are already planning our next story please send in ideas for the new story for what all of you want

A/N

moar - he he he well then go use one its not like its going anywhere without you he he he and it gets better


oh and one more thing my co-author had brought up an interesting idea for possibly a sequal for this and the ending will diffenatly call for a sequal


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Pansy was putting her clothes back into her closet from her trunk. Since they werent returning to Hogwarts she just emptied out her trunk. She pushed some hair behind her ear as she thought of her boyfriend. She still had trouble trusting him when he was out of her sight. It couldnt be healthy to be that worried. Ron knocked slowly on Pansy's door, biting his lip. Pansy slowly turns then nods. She knew it was Ron.

"Come in." He opens the door and steps in, still a bit hesitant with Pansy after what he'd put her through.

He ran his fingers through the hair at her nape and smiled at the feeling.

"How're you doing?"

"Fine just emptying out my trunk." Pansy tilted her head back into his hand. "You know... you could put your clothes in here too..." Ron nodded.

"Okay." He leaned forward and kissed the back of her head. "We...we're okay, right?" Pansy gently turns to him as she looks up into his eyes.

"I... i love you. I just dont trust you not to... not to..." Ron nodded sadly.

"I know." He said quietly, looking ashamed.

Pansy slowly wraps her arms around his neck.

"I just... im scared. I dont want you to get hurt." Ron sighed.

"I...I'm willing to take the risk if it will...will...redeem me." Pansy looks at him then leans up kissing his lips gently.

Ron latches onto Pansy's lips like a man starved, his eyes squeezing shut and his hands coming up to hold her shoulders. Pansy gasps and moans softly as she runs her fingers into his hair. He leans back and looks at Pansy's face.

"How do you put up with someone like me? How can you be so...so..." Ron can't seem to gind the words to finish.

"Your body is a good thing." Pansy grinned then stepped around him walking to the bed Ron grinned at her and followed, staying behind.

When she stopped, he grabbed her ass and ground against her playfully.

"Can't get enough?" He asked, his voice light and cheerful again.

"Maybe..." Pansy smirked and pressed into him. "You cant seem to get enough."

"Damn right." He stated, pulling her against his hardness. "See? See what you do to me?" Pansy smirks and turns fast grabbing his cock through his pants.

"Really?" Ron swallows hard, but nods, pressing into her hand without shame.

"Really." His hand flashes forward, slipping easily under her semi-short skirt and cupping her already damp apex through her panties.

"And I'm not the only one." His grin widened.

Pansy gasps her hand instantly lets go of him leaning into him.

"Oh god..." she was horny beyond all reason.

It had been almost 2 weeks since they had screwed and she was antsy as hell. Ron picked Pansy up abruptly and slammed her into the wall, one hand behind her head so he wouldn't hurt her. He smiled evilly and ground against her wetness, dipping his head to bite her neck.

"Not so cocky now, love" He said as he pulled her legs around his waist.

Pansy gasps and tilts her head back letting him. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly.

"Oh god..." Ron debates for half a moment before ripping her panties from her and tearing open his own trousers.

"You want me?"

"Oh god yes please take me!" Pansy growls in lust as she grabs his head kissing him hard.

Ron thrusts hard, slipping easily into Pansy's slickness. He presses her against the wall, supporting her with his hands on her ass. He leans down and bites one of her hardened peaks through her shirt before releasing it to do the same to the other. Pansy screams loud and bucks into him.

"Oh god! So good!" Ron groans, Pansy's cries only making him hotter as he thrusts ruthlessly, knowing she loves it when he's a bit rough.

He nips her earlobe and whispers seductively to her.

"Come on, Pansy. Let me hear you cum." He tilts his hips at an upward angle and his cock bumps hard against her sweet spot.

Pansy screams louder and claws at his back. Her ankles tighten around him pulling him closer. Ron's control slips and he groans, a litany of dirty little phrases pouring from his lips as he rolls his hips against hers bombarding her sweetspot with every thrust. Pansy shrieks as she squeezes around him. Her climax rockets through her hard soaking him. Ron's body shudders and halts as he pulses into Pansy's heat, his own climax bringing stars into his vision with it's intensity. As the aftershocks wash over him, he leans forward, resting his forhead on Pansy's shoulder, seemingly not bothered by holding her up. Pansy pants hard laying her head on his shoulder. God he was so good.

"You know," Ron says breathlessly, "I was always embarassed about the...er. Talking thing I do. But," he leans back to look at Pansy's face. "You seem to like it Pansy smirks and starts to whisper dirty naughty words into his ear. Ron bites his lip hard, his hands tightening on her ass. "If you're planning on going again, we're doing it on the bed." Pansy smirks and squeezes her core around him tight. Ron groans and his hips twitch forward reflexively, his shaft already beginning to harden. "Evil little minx, you are." He said, grinning.

"Oh i know i am." Pansy rolls her hips into his. Ron brings a hand between them, pressing his fingers against her clitoris as he thrusts shallowly, teasing her. Pansy cries out bucks into him. "Please take me Ron!"

Ron rubs Pansy's clitoris a bit harder, but does't increase his thrusts.

"How much do you want it? Tell me." He whispers against her cheek.

Pansy cries out.

"Oh god... please i need it so much! Please!" Ron thrusts completely into her, sucking on her neck as he does, raising a dark mark on her skin.

His fingers never stop moving on her as he thrusts in and out. Pansy crie sout louder tightening her hold on him then climaxing hard on his cock. Ron takes a moment to savor the feel of her contracting around him before he, too crests, his climax rocking him as he clings to her. Pansy pants hard almost falling like a rag doll into his arms. God this man was amazing. Ron sinks slowly to his knees, kissing Pansy's neck and mumbling words of love as he pets her sides. Pansy snuggles into him rubbing his shoulders. Ron leans back and pulls a flat box from his back pocket. It is wrapped in red apper with a gold ribbon (the bow slightly squashed) and is roughly the size of a cd case, only thicker. He fiddles with it, straightening the bow before giving it to Pansy.

"Merry Christmas." he mumbles, blushing.

Pansy blinks and looks at it then slowly opens it looking inside. Inside is a black velvet box. Once open, it reveals a cream satin pillow, upon which sits a locket. The locket is wrought silver, a rose vine twisted around a rabbit on it's front, Pansy's name etched in the back. Except for the etching, the locket looks and feels very old. Inside are two very tiny and very lifelike paintings. One of Pansy in a demure dark-colored gown, and the other of Ron himself, in an equally dark suit looking somber but for the occasional wink. Ron watches Pansy anxiously, biting a lip. Pansy's jaw drops as she looks at it then turns her eyes to Ron.

"Oh Ron... this is... so beautiful..." Ron smiles as he takes in Pansy's reaction.

"It's...old. It's the only thing I inherited and my Mum said I could have it when I started school last year. It's been in the family...for a long time. I...er." His blush deepened. It would still be a long time before he'd ask, but he may as well warn her of his plans. "I hope it will stay that way."

Pansy's eyes widen even more if thats possible. Was... was Ron really asking what she thought he was asking?

"Ron... are you??" Ron kissed her immediately to stop her from saying it.

When he pulled back, he smiled sadly.

"Not yet. Not until I have more to offer you than an old locket and empty Gringott's account. I just...don't want you thinking I don't want to..." He touched Pansy's face in an uncharacteristically gentle caress. "I don't want you running off with someone else if it takes me a while to ask." Pansy giggles and wraps her arms around his neck tight.

"Oh Ron! Why would i ever leave you?" Ron smiles and hugs her back.

"Just making sure. I do love you, Pansy. More than you know."

"Dont worry Ron I am plenty of money to take care of us for a long time." Pansy smiles and kisses his lips. Ron smiles, but says nothing, determined to have something of worth for her before he asks her to take him on. Pansy holds him tight and kisses his cheek. "Can we get to the bed?" Ron chuckles and brings his knees under him, rising effortlessly with Pansy in his arms.

"I believe we can." He says, grinning, and moves to the bed, bouncing Pansy on it as he releases her.

Pansy gasps and giggles laying against the bed.

"Come here my love and help me put my necklace on." Ron joins Pansy, kneeling behind her and taking the ends of the necklace.

He strings it around her neck, clasping it in the back, then leaning forward to look over her shoulder. The two-inch long locket is hanging about stomach level and he glances to the side at Pansy's face.

"Want me to double-up the chain?" Pansy giggles then holds it in her hand.

"I think that would be a good idea." Ron does so quickly, bringing the locket to rest on the vee of Pansy's ample breasts.

"Well, that's lovely." Ron says with a smile, running a finger over the locket and using it as an excuse to caress Pansy's pale skin.

Pansy shudders as her nipples harden from even the light touch.

"God..." Ron chuckles.

"I can't believe how lucky I've been in finding you."

"Neither have i." Pansy smiles and lays back holding onto the pillows.

Ron lays beside her, resting his head on her stomach and hugging her close.

"It all works out, since I'm a gold-digging gigolo anyway." he manages to say with a straight face.

Pansy giggles.

"Oh so im going to be your sugar mama? Hm as long as i can dress you up in nice clothes ill be happy." Ron raises an eyebrow.

"What's your definition of 'nice'?" He asks, playfully wary.

"Clothes like Draco wears." Pansy smirks as she knew Ron didnt like Draco's style.

Ron wrinkles his nose.

"I'm not dressing like that ponce." Pansy smirks.

"Well i guess i could always put you in one of Voldemort's suits." Ron drops his head.

"I'm not allowed to insult him, that's not fair! He's the new good guy!" Pansy giggles and kisses his head.

"Thats the point." Ron gives a fair imitation of a growl and tickles Pansy's sides.

"Dress me up, will you?" He grins.

Pansy gasps and squirms in his arms.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Why should I? You want to dress me either as a ponce or his pimp!" Ron asks as he tickles relentlessly.

Pansy laughs harder and squirms as she grabs his wrists.

"You would enjoy me striping you though." Ron pauses, and smiles.

"There is that." Pansy smiles and lays against the pillows.

"Ron what would your parents think of this?" Ron shrugs.

"My parents are deluded at the moment and Harry hasn't given the go-ahead to fix that yet. I figure once they approve of you, though, they'll be horrified at what we've gotten up to without a ring." He smiles brightly.

"You know. If they ever find out what we've gotten up to." He waggles his eyebrows suggestivly.

Pansy laughs hard as she rubs his abs gently.

"Oh you know your parents didnt wait for the wedding to get it on." Ron clears his throat.

"Okay. Moving away from the thought of my parent's naked together." Pansy giggles as she hugs him close breathing in the scent of Ron's skin. She was falling more and more in love with this man everyday. "Well," Ron said with a pat to Pansy's belly. "I'm happy. I've got the hottest sugar mama around and she's a nympho to boot. What man could ask for more?" He grins and sighs happily, glad to know that Pansy is willing to care for him, but still determined not to be a leech.

Pansy laughs hard and shakes her head.

"Your something else Ron." He leans up to give her a sweet kiss.

"Yeah. There isn't a single man luckier than me right now." He kisses her again, this time slowly, before laying his head beside hers and pulling her against him comfortably. "Ready for a nap?" Pansy slowly nods and smiles.

"Love you..." she whispers before falling asleep.

Ron watches her as she sleeps for a long time before he drifts off, wondering if Harry had any luck with his proposal. Inside another room Hermione was sitting at her desk as she wrote out a letter to Ryan or Reyna. She knew it would be impossible for any owl to find him but she had to try. This person was so important to her. Draco knocked quietly on the open doorframe.

"Hello, love." He said quietly, not wanting to disturb her.

Hermione turned and looked at him smiling.

"Hey baby."

"I am baby, now, am I?" He asked with a self-deprecating smile. "Have I degenerated so far?" He entered the room and kissed Hermione's head. "Let me guess." He said on seeing that she was writing. "Despite the fact that we are finished with our schooling, you've decided to assign yourself homework so you don't fall behind?" He gives her a cute grin. Hermione purses her lips then decides to pay him back for the comment.

"No im writing a erotic letter to send to your father." Draco nearly chokes before he recovers.

"Touche, my dear." He says with a wry look. "So what is it you *are* doing? And if it really is a naughty letter to Daddy, then I can only commend you on your taste, love."

"No im...writing a letter to Ryan." Hermione continues to write.

Draco nods.

"I...don't suppose you've heard from he- er. Him?" he asks non-chalantly, studying his nails.

"No but... i do know his old haunts. Though im not sure if anyone would want to come with me." Hermione said looking at the letter.

Draco glances up and clears his throat.

"I...well, wouldn't mind going. At all." Hermione turns to him and smiles.

"Really?" He nods eagerly.

"Of course. Er. I mean. Yeah. Why not." Hermione smiles and stands up.

"Oh Thank you love." she wraps her arms around his neck kissing his lips deeply.

Draco happily returns the kiss, taking Hermione's wrists in his hands, mindful of the ink and his expensive suit.

"I love you, darling, and you can smear ink on me if you like, but it's more than my life's worth to ruin this suit. Father would skin me." Hermione giggles and puts the ink on his nose.

Draco's eyes cross as he follows her finger.

"You know. You have a rather unfair advantage over me." Hermione smirks and puts some ink on his cheeks.

"This is fun... i wonder if i could bring some syrup up and you could be a giant sundae." Draco blinks stupidly at her for a moment.

"Good lord, you're serious, aren't you?"

"Damn straight." Hermione puts the ink down and steps away from him.

Draco can see the ink on his nose if he squints just right, but he lets it be for the moment, watching Hermione with a grin.

"Are you quite finished?" Hermione waves her hand and the ink disappears from his face.

"Come on lets go." Draco's eyes widen.

"What, now?" Hermione pulls on a coat.

"We are going to a club that i know Ryan hangs out at." Draco's automatic urge to follow vanishes.

"A club?" He grins.

"Then we have time. My dear, you can not go to a club in everyday clothing. And to hide such a beautiful body..." He shakes his head. "It would be a shame, Hermione." Hermione looks at herself and her rather long clothes.

Perfect for the cold terrible for a club.

"What's wrong with this?" Draco swallows.

He loves Hermione and wouldn't change her for the world, but...

"Nothing if you're dressed for a practical winter day. But for a club, they are...not so grand." Draco smiles his most charming smile. "Come now. Let's play dress up, hm?" Hermione pouted.

"What would you have me wear then?" Draco shrugged.

"We should talk to Pansy. Or raid her closet at any rate." He watches Hermione closely. "There is nothing wrong with your clothing, love. It's just not suited for clubbing. And understandably so, since up to now you've had your schoolwork to look after." He gives her a loving smile. "I loved you when you were bookish and bucktoothed, Hermione. Remember that. When you've several young bucks begging for your attention later."

"Bucktoothed!" Hermione completely ignored the other sugar coating just to focus on the one bad thing that he had never mentioned.

Instantly she ran to a mirror and looked at her teeth.

"Im not bucktoothed!" Draco sighed.

"You were. Remember? I...er. Well. How I reacted when I was young and stupid is neither here nor there. What I am saying is that I don't care how you look. That you are such a knockout now is...very fortunate for me." Hermione looks at Draco and raises an eyebrow.

"Nice save love. Fine just go into Pansy's room and get some clothes for me." Draco opens his mouth to tell her that it was not a 'save' but the truth, then decides better of it and moves to obey instead.

He opens the door to Pansy's room without knocking and skids to a halt. He swallows hard and blushes on seeing Weasley and Pansy sleeping in the bed, Weasley's trousers undone, but mercifully covering him anyway and Pansy's skirt rucked up over her hips. He looks away and has to clear his throat before he can breathe properly through his embarassment. Pansy springs up as she was a very alert sleeper. The slight sound of the door opening would wake her right up.

"Draco? What is it?" she whispers.

Draco doesn't look up as he gestures toward Pansy's armoir.

"Er. Clothing. Could I borrow some?"

"Ya go ahead." Pansy falls back and curls up to Ron going right back to sleep.

Draco nods to himself and is silently greatful Pansy didn't ask what for. He wasn't sure he'd be quite up to having a conversation with a person who's nether parts were visible unless it was Hermione. He quickly went through Pansy's things, noticing for the first time that Pansy was rather smaller than Hermione in the chest department. Then again, Pansy had the tall, willowy body type while Hermione was more buxom. He grinned. He liked that word. Buxom. Made him think many dirty things he'd like to try with his little witch. He returned to the room with a deep blue top and the largest size of pants Pansy owned, waist-wise, since Hermione undoubtedly had wider hips. The top was fairly simple.

A slightly shiny, stretchy material with no sleeves and a wide, low neck. It had strings on the sides that, when tied, would ruck the shirt up into tiny ruffles over her hips. The pants were black and rather relaxed on Pansy, but Draco rather thought they would be stunningly tight on his Hermione, showing off her curves without looking too trashy. He rather hoped she had a pair of heels to go with the outfit... Hermione was in the room as she looked through her trunk and found a pair of heels she had bought for a Halloween costume. They were clear 4 1/2 heeled steletos. She felt comfortable in them enough to walk around. The thing is she would probably be taller than Draco in them. She decided that since he was bringing in the clothes she would start to get ready. She stepped into the bathroom and waited for Draco. Draco came into the room only to find it empty. He turned circle and spotted the light under the bathroom door. He went quickly to it and knocked.

"Hermione?"

"Ya you have the clothes?" Hermione cracks the door holding out her hand.

Draco raises an eyebrow at her modesty, but offers the clothes just the same.

"Here you are." Hermione takes the clothes and shuts the door. She looks at clothes and blushes pure red.

Slowly she stripped out of her clothes and slid on the other ones. She found she could just barely cover her large chest. She cursed being SO well gifted. She sat on the tub and strapped on the shoes then stood up with little trouble.

"Oh Draco..." she said in a sinfully sweet way.

She slowly stepped out of the bathroom in the outfit. Draco watched the door open, but was not prepared for what he saw. He'd been right about the pants. They accented Hermione's hips to perfection, but he'd never given a thought to the shirt. The moderately low neck on Pansy, translated to plunging on Hermione. Her cleavage was smooth and plump over the top of the shirt and he almost didn't notice the way it rode up on the sides. Her belly, all but a small strip between the shirt and pants, was covered, but the shirt rose on the sides to show her hips and followed the line of her body like a lover. Draco's eyes roamed over Hermione's body before he shook his head.

"I cannot let you leave the house in that. I'll have to beat people away with a stick!" Hermione pouted then tapped her foot on the floor.

"I got all dolled up. We are going weither you have your pimp stick or not." Hermione grabs her nice coat that Narcissa, she started to noticed that most of her clothes were being replaced by Narcissa's old clothes, had given her.

Draco nearly choked.

"*Pimp stick!?*" He said in blatant disbelief.

Hermione grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him out of the room.

"Lets go!" she said as she walked out of the house.


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