Pansy's Parchment

Walking with Ron to the nearby wizarding village did a lot to calm her nerves. The feel of his him moving under her hand was seductive and gave her something to focus on.



They first went to the grocers and bought several items for the next two weeks. It seemed to Pansy that they wouldn’t be leaving the cottage at all with all the food they were buying. She would soon find out why.



They were paying for their groceries when a young man came up behind Ron.

“Mr. Weasley may I have an autograph?” He said holding out a magazine and a quill. Ron took it and scribbled out his signature over his photo. “Thank you.”



“You’re welcome.” He said politely and went back to tell the clerk where to deliver their order. They walked out to find a café for tea. Again they were stopped, this time by two girls about 14 years old.



“Mr. Weasley please, please sign our posters.” One said hopping up and down.



“Oh yes, please please.” The second said, with heavily sprayed curls that barely moved. Neither girl seemed to notice Pansy’s presence, which she found herself smiling at.



Ron patiently signed the pictures and thanked them at each over exaggerated compliment. They seemed to want to latch onto him, so he excused himself. “Ladies thank you, but my wife and I are heading to tea now.” The girls looked over at Pansy and blushed in obvious embarrassment.



“Oh yeah ok, thanks again Mr. Weasley.” They took off in a flurry of giggles. Pansy began chucking as Ron merely smiled.



“Does that happen often?” She asked.



“It can.” He admitted. Taking her shoulder again they found a table at a nearby tea lounge and had tea. She could tell from the accents around her that they were in Scotland.



Tea was interrupted two more times, but Ron patiently signed autographs as Pansy waited. She was used to interruptions at her fathers parties. Maybe this was one of the reasons she was paired up with him. She understood his lifestyle better then most women would.



Tired of the interruptions Ron decided to head back to the cottage. As they walked arms around each other again, they heard a loud whistle. The stopped and glanced up and off to the side. They saw a bright flash go off before a man on a broomstick flew away.



“That will be in the paper first thing in the morning, right next to the announcement.” He said continuing to walk.



“He had a shot of us along the whole pathway, why whistle?” She asked.



“He can’t sell it if he doesn’t have a face shot. Otherwise someone with red hair could look away and they could say it’s me. That leaves it open for me to take legal action against the papers and the photographer. It’s because of that reason alone that they always try to get a face shot.”



“How long do you think he was watching?” She asked.



“No idea, but it’s clear he didn’t get the shot he wanted or he wouldn’t have had to whistle. He knew we were heading away from the village and he was afraid he wouldn’t get another chance.”



“Do you think he’ll be tailing around the house?” She asked, suddenly guarded with her privacy. This was her honeymoon after all.



“I have some good wards that Hermione designed. Even if anyone new we were there, they wouldn’t get anything and their film will show nothing.” He said proudly.



“That’s why you didn’t want anyone to know where we were going.” She said.



“Yes.” She laughed. Hermione was brilliant at designing wards and spells. She let herself drift off in thought as they walked. It was late afternoon, and it would soon be night. She would be with Ron then. She had grown more comfortable during their jaunt to the village. She was less nervous about being with him, but still nervous about how she would perform so to speak. She didn’t want to be a disappointment



As they arrived back at the cottage, her nerves were getting best of her and she tried not to make eye contact as she sat down and took off her shoes. Ron brought in two glasses of wine and sat next to her. He had removed his boots also, stretching out his long legs.



A knock on the door came on the door after a moment. Ron set his glass down and answered it showing a young wizard of about 16 years old. He was obviously working a summer job. “Mr. Weasley?”



“Yes?”



“I have your groceries sir?” Ron showed him the kitchen then signed the slip. The bags were enlarged and set out on the counter. As Ron showed the young man out pansy went into the kitchen.



“I’m going to change. I’ll be back in a moment.” He told her. She nodded and set out unpacking the bags. He was back in less the two minutes in pajama pants and a dressing gown. Again he was bare-chested.



She had unpacked the bags and had everything out on the counter. “I can put these away if you want to change.” He said, opening the cooler and putting eggs away.



“Alright.” She said. She went to the bedroom and noticed that Ron had turned the blanket and bed sheet down. She didn’t look at it, instead quickly pulling out her nightgown. It was black silk, with wide straps and stopped mid thigh. It had a matching black dressing gown that tied around her waist. A gift from her mother that Pansy had thought was out of place. She thought she wouldn’t even use it, but had brought it anyway. She was glad she did. She had the sudden urge to make a nice appearance.



She went back into the kitchen where Ron was putting the last of the food away. She took a few items and went to the pantry. She saw Ron look at her and freeze, taking in her attire. She felt pleased for some reason despite her fears. She retrieved the wine glasses from the front room bringing them to the sink. Ron had put the last of the groceries away. As she turned around he was a hair away from her. He had a focused look in his eyes.



Pansy knew the time had come. She was shaking again, but he took her hand and ran his thumb over it gently. He took a step back until she was pulled along with him. She didn’t bother resisting, and just walked with him as he led her to the bedroom.



Ron doused all but three candles, giving the room a soft luminescence. She stood beside the bed as Ron shut the door.