Beauty and the Beast

The castle was immense. Pansy stood in awe with an open mouth as she looked at the structure. “Ron this is something out of a history book.”



“I never thought of it that way.” He said. “It was nothing like this when I first found it. It was barely standing and being overtaken by vines. It needed a lot of work, that’s why I got it for practically nothing.” He walked her up the steps and into her new home.



A line of staff and servants waited to greet her. Eyes were polite and eager to please, but their names became a jumble after the sixth or seventh. She would have to give herself more time to learn names.



“I thought we might have a private dinner, seeing as how we avoided the reception.” He told her.



“That sounds nice.” She said.



“Caitlyn, a meal as soon as we change please.” He told one of the women, who hurried away. “This way.” He led her upstairs and along a hallway. When they entered the room, Pansy noticed her baggage had already be brought in and a maid was busy unpacking.



“I had Marshall levitate them up here the moment we landed.” He explained. They had begun settling her in when she was greeting staff. Ron removed a pair of jeans and long sleeve shirt, then removed his cloak and dress jacket. Standing in only his dress trousers and white shirt, he faced her.



“I’ll let you change first. I only need a moment or two. I’m sure you need more time to pull yourself together.”



She nodded. She really didn’t need much time, but she smiled anyway. “Thank you.” He left her alone, as the maid followed him from the room. She pulled out some jeans and a jumper from her trunk. If Ron was going to wear jeans, so would she.



She had to admit when she emerged a few minutes later that it felt relaxing to get out of that dress, even as lovely as it was. The maid had been waiting outside her door. “Mr. Weasley, said he would meet you in the study downstairs ma’am.”



“Thank you….uh…I’m sorry…..” She said.



“Oh it’s ok, there are a lot of us, it takes as many to run this place. I’m Jessima.” She said.



With a nod to the girl she made her way down to the library. Another maid was polishing candlesticks downstairs. “The study?” Pansy said in a low voice. The maid pointed to a door to the side. Pansy smiled and approached knocking softly.



“Come in.” Came a voice from inside. She entered and found Ron behind a desk. He rose and came over to her, the mask still just as intimidating. It would take some getting used to.



“Dinner should be ready soon, I’ll just go and change if you’d like to wait here?” She nodded. “Help yourself to a whiskey or any drink you want.” He gestured to the bar at the other side of the room.



“Alright.” She said. He moved past her, stopping at her side. He was close enough that she could smell his cologne. It was a musky scent and she found it to her liking. He leaned down and place a light kiss on her cheek.



“I’ll be right back.” He said in a whisper into her ear. She nodded and listened to him leave the room. She took a cleansing breathe and moved to pour herself a drink.



She had just been glancing about at the bookshelves when a letter came flying through the floo. She walked over and took it, looking at the neat script. She recognized her father’s handwriting immediately. She read the loose parchment attached to the sealed envelope.



‘Mr. Wealsey, your new father in law asked me to have this delivered to you. B. Marshall’



“From someone we know?” She turned and saw Ron walking in the study.



“You could say that. From my father via Marshall.” She said handing him the letter.



Ron took a moment to read it. Just as he was folding it back into the envelope, Caitlyn, the woman Ron ordered the meal from entered. “Sir, dinner is ready in the dinging room.”



“Thank you Caitlyn.” The woman left and Ron faced Pansy again. “Your father wishes to see your new home. He wants to see that his daughter is given a home she deserves. He asks me to see the castle knowing that you will most likely refuse any letter he sends. He seems to think as your husband I can make the decision for you.”



Pansy shook her head. In her opinion it was too late to ask for anything. He should have asked to see the home he would give her before accepting him. Given that Ron wanted to exceed all offers for her, her father could have asked for anything and just might have gotten it. “Are you going to invite him?” She asked.



“You don’t want him here do you?” He asked. He had watched her expression change when she heard what the letter asked, and it was obvious she was mad.



“I don’t want to see him no, but if you want to invite him I will just keep to my room while he is here.” She said.



“I won’t invite him. This is your home and you shouldn’t hide in it.” He said. “Let’s have supper now, a response to this can wait.” He let the letter drop to the desk and offered his arm.



As they walked, Pansy felt the firmness of his arm more under the simple shirt, then she did under layers of his dress robes. They entered the dining room where two places had been set up. Ron pulled out a chair for her then eased into his own.



They dined on salmon and vegetables along with a fine white wine. It was delectable. “Your cook is fabulous Ron.”



“Yes, she is. I have to have a great cook, that’s one thing I won’t negotiate on.” Pansy let out a giggle. “What’s so funny?”



“I was just remembering the notorious appetite you had a Hogwarts. It’s still the same apparently.”



Ron let himself chuckle. “Pansy I know I was insistent about sharing a room, but I don’t want to feel like a rapist.” He told her. “If you’d rather not, I will not pressure you.”



Pansy looked down at her plate as she toyed with her fork. He had been honest and respectful towards her, so she would be just the same with him. “You won’t be a rapist Ron.” She told him. “I realize some of the men my father was considering would have been a step up from Filch.” Ron grimaced at the thought. “I’m also aware that since we wed without a marital contract all of your holdings will go to me. You didn’t have to do that. All the other offers were iron clad and left me with a mere settlement. You didn’t.”



“As my wife you are entitled to everything in my life, at least that’s the way I view marriage.”



“I’m smart enough to know when a deal has been made in my favor. This marriage makes me a partner, not an adornment. It’s only right that I be your partner in return.” She told him. “If you can make an effort at marriage then I can too.”



For a long moment Ron just looked at her. “What about love?” He asked.



“I can make no guarantees, Ron but I can say that it would be a nice result if we could form a life together that included love.” She said looking up at him. “I know I would be grateful for a loving husband.”



“I would be grateful for a loving wife. Maybe in time then?” He ventured.



“Yes, Ron maybe in time.” She said, giving him a small smile.



When she finished speaking he stood and held out a hand. She slipped her fingers into his open palm and stood with him. Together they walked back upstairs.



When they had entered their room, Ron shut the door behind them. With a wave of his hand he extinguished most of the candles with the exception of a few. The room was bathed in a soft light, making the intimate situation a little easier to deal with.



She could make out Ron’s frame coming toward her. Her heart was thundering in her chest. He reached up and opened her jumper button by button. The cool air hit her chest as he slid the soft wool off her shoulders. The fabric dropped to the floor while she stood there frozen in nervousness wondering what he would do.



“Now me, Pansy.” He said holding his arms out to the sides. She reached up worked open the top button of his shirt. She moved to the next one, and the next until she was just above his belt. “Pull it out.” He told her.



She took his shirt in two fists and pulled it free of his jeans. Unfastening the last button she was suddenly unsure and merely held onto his shirt. “Take it off me.” He said.



Reaching up she pulled the cotton off his shoulders and down to his elbows. Ron quickly unbuttoned the wrists and pulled them off so Pansy could ease the garment the rest of the way off.



When he was shirtless, she clutched the shirt to her chest averting her eyes. “Look at me.” He whispered. She raised her eyes to look into his, still clutching his shirt to her chest. She felt it’s warmth through her fingertips. His eyes were blazing with lust. He was focused on her intently “Touch me.” He told her.



“What?” She asked, hoping she had heard him wrong.



“Touch me.” He said taking a step closer. “I’m your husband, I will be touching you soon enough. Touch me, Pansy, anyway you want.”



She looked at his torso, nicely sculpted without being overly ripped. Letting the shirt fall away she lifted her hands and brushed her fingers across his stomach. His skin was warm and surprisingly soft to her touch, like warm water that had hardened just for her.



She raised her hands and let her palms fall flat as she made her way higher. His nipples pebbled under her hands as she caressed him, feeling the silken strands of hair dusting his chest. He must have liked her touch because his muscles flexed as she slid upward.



His body was truly amazing to behold. She let her hands roll over his shoulders and down his forearms, feeling every vein under his skin. Sliding down to his hands, she stopped when she encountered the black leather that covered his right hand.



She reached for the wrist. “Don’t.” His voice was hard and had a distinct edge. “Just ignore it.” He said in a gentler voice.



A bit reassured, but still curious about the glove, she decided to put it out of her mind. She would ask him later. She continued her explorations and felt her way up his arms again and over his shoulders. When she got to his stomach again she let her hands wrap around his waist and felt the strength of his back.



“You have a lovely touch.” He told her while she caressed him. She was close enough now to inhale his masculine scent, and enjoy his hard chest against hers. “It’s not so bad touching me, is it?” He asked, nuzzling her ear.



“No.” She whispered. She let her instincts take over and hugged his frame to hers. She caressed him with her body and let his breathe in her ear calm her fears.



“Your nipples are hard.” He said. Her heart jumped and she froze. She almost pulled away but he continued. “I’d love to feel them.” He said, giving her earlobe a kiss. Before she could respond he reached up and unfastened her bra.



She didn’t know what to do. She was frozen with her arms around his waist, and her chest pressed against him. “Lets take this off alright?” He eased her arms down to her sides and let the lace fall away. “Come on then, hug me again.”



She slid her arms back around him but when she was hesitant about hugging him back he took control. Wrapping his own arms around her shoulders he pulled her against his body. Her breasts heated up when they came in contact with the soft hair on his chest.



“That’s better isn’t it?” He whispered, sucking her earlobe. Her head fell back, and she let out a breathe. “You have wonderful breasts.” He said, nuzzling her neck. “I can’t wait to taste them.” He said, opening his lips against her neck and giving her a lick along her pulse.



She sucked in a breathe, and her arms tightened around him. The things he said went straight to her bones. Her flesh was liquid heat and he felt her body losing control. She had to hold onto Ron to keep standing. He could make her want him, she knew it. She already did, with the things we was saying to her. Did he really find her body that appealing?



He was caressing her back and reaching down to fondle her ass, cupping her in his hands as he kissed her neck. She let a moan escape her lips, but she was unaware of it. Ron however was very aware and it echoed in his ears. That little moan was what he was waiting for.



Wrapping both arms around her waist tightly, he lifted her off the ground and walked over to his bed. It was already turned down and the cover out of the way. Setting her down on the bed, he smiled to himself as she crossed her arms over her chest.



He knelt down and removed her boots and socks, taking a moment to admire her bright red toes. Raising one foot he placed a kiss on the bridge, and then on the inside of her ankle.



While she overcame her shyness he removed his own shoes and socks quickly. He’d leave their jeans on to give her a little confidence for the moment. They would come off when she was ready. He rose and eased her onto her back.



She let him move her hands to the side and blushed strongly as he looked at her. Dropping his head he took her nipple in his mouth, rolling it over his tongue. Pansy let out gasps at the feelings that were shooting down her body. Ron was massaging and squeezing her breasts gently, pinching one nipple as he sucked the other.



She let her hands come up and hold his shoulders. His mouth was a force in it’s own right, and she relished in his talent. He rose over her, letting his body slid along hers. “Just as sweet as I knew you would be.” He said, kissing her temple. “Your skin is cream against my tongue.” He dropped his lips and for the first time since the wedding, he kissed her.



This time Pansy opened her lips, and let out a groan into his mouth as his tongue thrust against hers. She had been kissed before in her life, a good snog here and there at Hogwarts, but this was a kiss filled with lust. Pure unadulterated, lust in all it’s glory. She felt her insides begin to simmer as his lips worked their magic.



He was testing her gag reflex but she didn’t care. She returned his kisses with just as much lust as he was giving. She lifted her hands, weaving her fingers in his hair, pulling him into her kiss. Ron drank in her reactions. She was a hot one, loaded with passion and she was letting it out with him.



Reaching down with one hand, he pulled at her jean zipper. “I think it’s time we lost these don’t you think?” He ground out into her lips. She couldn’t respond, she only stared wide eyed as he rose on his knees and pulled her jeans along with her knickers down her hips and then off her legs. She held them tightly together as Ron stripped off his own jeans.



Averting her eyes she was almost afraid to look at his body. It was true enough that he stirred her with kisses but now that she had a chance to see his strength she was a little afraid. She had only seen naked men in pictures, never in the flesh.



He leaned down and kissed her again, trying to take her mind off the fact that they had no clothing on now. She let herself be distracted by his magic again as his tongue returned to her open mouth. She could spend hours kissing this man she had just married. She’d have to ask him what his position was on displays of affection.



Her body relaxed under his and nudging her thighs open with his knees, he slid between them, making sure his erection was digging into the mattress instead of into her. The heat radiating from her pussy was driving him mad.



He widened his thighs, spreading hers beneath him. He slid his arms under her back and held her shoulder firmly while he kissed her. Reaching down with his other hand, he searched between their bodies for her warmth. She gasped into his mouth and tried to move her head when his palm covered her pussy, but he held her firmly, kissing her deeply.



She let out whimpers and little cries into his lips as he caressed her, his fingers gently probing her tight black curls and the moist lips he felt were swelling up with need.



Her body was acting on instinct and when he found the hot button she possessed she arched up into him. He buried his face in her neck. He didn’t want to occupy her lips anymore, loving the noises she was making as he touched her. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and arms, her thighs tightened on his waist.



He lowered his frame slightly and lavished kisses and nuzzlings along her breasts, flicking his tongue over her nipples. She was basking in his touch now, letting out the woman inside her and it was stirring him on. He felt the wetness in his fingers, and heard moist noises of her arousal.



Twisting his hand he grasped his cock and aimed it at her pussy. Settling himself into position he looked down at her and held her shoulders in his hands. “Are you ready me dear?” He asked kissing her lips.



“Yes, Ron.” She said, her breathing still labored from the caresses to her pussy.



“Hold onto me.” He told her. She slid her arms up and around his shoulders hugging him tightly. “Squeeze me if you need to.” He whispered into her lips.



“Why would I ……. AAHHHHH!” She shrieked out as he thrust deeply. Her thighs clenched his waist and Ron gritted his teeth to keep control. Her tightness around him was a vise and he wanted nothing more then to pump into her until he was emptied out but he wouldn’t do that to her.



He looked down at her pained expression and felt a moment of guilt. It only abated when her features softened. The sharp stings she felt were vanishing and she felt only a delightful fullness.



“Are you alright?” He asked her. His body was tight with tension, wanting to continue.



“Yes I’m alright now.” She told him. “It was just a shock, that’s all.”



“Well then, now that that particular part is over and done with, we can move on.” He slid out and back in gently. She arched into him, feeling him inch by inch until he was submerged completely.



“Does that feel good now?” He asked, sliding out and then back in again.



“Yes.” She told him.



“Wrap your legs around me. I want to feel your skin.” He said, reaching down to lift her thigh. She pulled her legs up and locked her ankles at the small of his back. He drove deeper, grinding his hips into hers.



She arched up into his thrusts, taking him deeper. She let her hands explore his body, feeling his back move as he penetrated her. She lowered her hands but stopped when she met her own ankles.



“Move your legs if you want to touch me.” He said, increasing his rhythm.



“Well I didn’t…….”



“Yes, you did. Go on move then and grope me. I won’t mind.” His voice was calm even though his body was moving with more force. “Come on now.”



She unlocked her legs but held them next to his hips, letting her feet rest on his fast moving thighs. She felt the firmness of his legs even on the soles of her feet. Reaching down she filled her hands.



His ass was warm to the touch, tightening and loosening as he thrust into her. She arched her back and squeezing the flesh in her hands, pulling him deeper, spreading her thighs wide.



“Look at you Pansy,” he grunted out, “this woman was hiding inside you all this time?” He increased speed, watching her breasts bounce with his thrusting.



She pulled on his ass urging him deeper and deeper. Her body was nearing something huge she could tell and she knew he could give it to her. Ron moved faster and faster, pushing upward to pound against her clit while he moved. He focused on her face and not his body, moving faster and faster.



Soon he felt her squeezing down on him, she let out a howl combined with a loud shriek, arching her hips upward. While she was spasming around him, Ron let his body go and picked up the pace, driving his body on toward his own release.



He felt his body exploding and thrust hard and deep just as she was coming down from her high. He thrust three more times until he had completely drained himself inside her. Holding his body on his elbows he watched her face as he controlled his breathing.



Her eyes were closed, but her face was one of utter relaxation. She was a woman satisfied, he had no doubt about that. Her hand and legs were slowly loosing their strength and even though they were not locked around him, she kept them against his body.



Her hands were still on his ass but had lost the firmness of their grip and were now just resting on his flesh. “How do you feel Mrs. Weasley?” He asked against her lips, giving her a light kiss.



“Mmmmm….” Ron allowed himself an arrogant chuckle at the only souns she was able to make. When he moved away, she stayed where she was, letting sleep slowly creep up on her.



He cuddled up behind her after he had put out the fire. Pulling the blanket over them both, he spooned his new wife and fell asleep.