Welcome to Cloud Nine

Pansy showed up at Hogsmeade and found Ron sitting at a small round table outside a cozy café. He rose and kissed her cheek then held out a chair for her. He poured her a cup and spoke softly. “I wanted to ask you about a special set of rooms at the club.”



“What kind of rooms?” She asked, as she added sugar to sweeten her tea.



“Seeing how you enjoyed watching others so close to us last night I thought you might enjoy a private room that can be booked on the second level. It’s for those who want privacy to play and I can make arrangements to book it for us, if you agree to what I suggest that is. He paused and watched her.



“What suggestion would that be?” She asked, her curiosity peaked.



“I was wondering if I might invite someone to join us.” He said slowly. Her eyes widened and she looked closely at him. She didn’t know what to say. “I don’t mean an all out threesome, if that’s what you were thinking. I would never assume you would want that, especially since we have yet to take that step ourselves.” He explained.



She looked confused. “Then what would happen?”



“Just a whole lot of foreplay. Touching, fondling,” he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “tasting.”



Pansy openly shivered but grinned also. Two men touching and groping her, and treating her to pleasures of the flesh was a turn on indeed. She knew she had only to tell Ron if she felt uncomfortable and he would stop anything that was happening. She looked back at him. “Let me guess, Harry Potter?”



He chuckled and nodded. “I trust him the most.”



“Would he agree?” She asked. “Have you two done this before?”



“Yes he would agree, and yes we’ve done this before. He used to date a girl named Lucy and we had an encounter with her.” He explained. “We talked out rules before hand and had everything settled before we did anything.”



“Have you mentioned this to him at all?’ She wondered exactly how much he had planned with this suggestion of his.



“No, but I was hoping I might be able to soon. If you agree, then I you can come to my home for dinner and we can talk about rules and details.” He offered.



Pansy stared down at her tea and then at the people walking about. It was an intriguing thought, and the club would be the perfect place to experiment in this way. The club was a safe place and she had no doubt that both Ron and the hostess would be accommodating if she felt over burdened. Harry was a trusted friend of Ron’s and he didn’t seem the kind to propose something dangerous. She looked over at Ron and met his eyes, so round and full of hope.



“Well, I suppose meeting wouldn’t do any harm.” She said.



He grinned broadly and took her hand. “Great, come over to my place at 6 tonight. We can have dinner and talk. Then you can decide make up your mind.” He said, giving her hand a squeeze.







Pansy was surprised at how relaxed she was through dinner that night. Ron and Harry behaved nearly as twins, sometimes even finishing each others sentences the way she remembered Ron’s own twin brothers had done. They spoke with such an easy going manner that Pansy felt herself responding to the atmosphere around her.



As they retired to the front room of Ron’s home, each with an after dinner drink, it was Ron who spoke first. “Pansy, do you feel like talking now?” She knew what he was asking, since they had talked all evening of anything but the club.



“Yes, I’m ready.” She said.



Ron and Harry looked at each other and with a nod Ron let Harry speak first. “Well, first off thank you for considering what Ron has suggested. I know it is not something that is normally suggested to a lady.”



“It was a bit of a shock but considering the club’s nature, I don’t find it an offensive suggestion.” She said.



Harry smiled at her. “I’m glad you feel that way. Ron has already said that he would like actual sex to be excluded from the time we have, and I’m fine with that, but what about you? Is there anything you absolutely do not want to happen?”



She thought this was logical enough to ask about. She did have something in mind that she wanted to avoid and it would be better to get out of the way now then later. “I do not want to experience pain. No spanking, hair pulling, slapping, or being held down. Pain and pleasure for me do not mix.” She looked from one to the other, making her point to both of them.



“That’s understandable.” Harry told her. “I have no problem with that one.”



“Neither do I.” Ron added. “Anything else?”



“No humiliation.” She said outright.



Harry and Ron looked at each other confused and then back to her. “Can you be more specific?” Ron asked.