Drinking in the Halls

Ron managed to make it through the week on his hand alone, but by Friday night was up to three wanks a day. His thoughts were getting to him. He was nervous beyond anything. Would she expect certain things from him? Would he be expected to perform a certain way? Is there anything he shouldn’t do? These thoughts always brought on a wank session.



He wondered if it was normal to think this way but there was no way he was going to ask any of his friends. He doubted Seamus would have any rational insight. Harry admittedly had very little experience so he would be no help. Neville paid for his experience, so the scenario was different for him. Dean had no experience so he’d be daft to go to him.



There was only one place he could think of to go for this delicate topic. He hung after potions when class ended, purposely dropping his bag and slowly replacing all his books.



When the class was empty, he approached Professor Snape. “Professor, I have a question.”



“That’s not news Mr. Weasley.” The professor said leering at him but waiting. Maybe it was instinct as a teacher for him to answer questions from his students.



“It’s a uh….” he glanced around to make sure no student had entered, “it’s a sex question Sir.” Professor Snape raised an eyebrow is disbelief but regardless, raised his wand and warded the door, then walked back to his desk.



“Now Mr. Weasley what is it?” He folded his hands on his desk as Ron approached.



“Well Sir, I’m supposed to meet with a very lovely lady sometime this weekend,” Snape nodded, “and I was just wondering if …….”



“If what, Mr. Weasley?” Snape prompted.



“If wanking off three times a day is normal.”



“Yes it is.” Snape said with hesitation. Ron looked stunned.



“It is?” He said.



“Yes, I average about 2 and a half myself.” Ron’s eyes few open.



“You still do that?” He blurted out then clamped his mouth shut.



“Yes, Weasley I still do, for the sole purpose of making sure that the equipment is functioning at top capacity.” Ron blushed and looked aside. “Am I to take from your reaction that you are still a virgin Mr. Weasley?” Ron nodded. “Then chances are you have a more pressing question other than what’s considered normal in the masturbatory range.”



“Well sir, I guess I’m nervous about it.”



“That’s normal as well. Mr. Weasley, may I make a suggestion that you stop listening to Mr. Finnegan when it comes to relations with the fairer sex.” Ron gave in and nodded. “He knows noting of respect. Mr. Weasley. Women who grant you this privilege are giving you something private and personal. Treat that gift with respect as a man should.” Ron nodded firmly. “This young lady you intend to meet, does she know what you are planning?”



“Yes Sir, I asked her for this and she agreed.”



“You blatantly asked for it?” He said with wide eyes.



“I didn’t just out and ask. I took her somewhere private so we could talk and I told her that it was my first and I trusted her so she agreed.”



“Was that the truth?” He asked the young man in front of him.



“Yes Sir, I do want it to be with someone I trust and I wanted to be honest so I told her everything.”



“Why did you go to her in particular? Aside from her being someone you trust.”



Ron thought for a moment then answered. “When it comes to someone I’d want to be with, she’s the only one who comes to mind. She’s the only one I have a reaction to. To me this is something personal as well, and I cant pictured my first time with someone I paid, or just gave into or got pissed.”



“Wait,” Snape rubbed his eyes, “when you say ‘paid’ you are referring to….”



“Neville.” Sanpe groaned.



“And the ‘just gave into’ would be in regards to……”



“Harry.” Another groan.



“Dare I ask who the ‘pissed’ part referred to.”



“Seamus.” Snape dropped his head on his desk.



He composed himself and lifted his eyes to Ron’s “Do you respect her Mr. Weasley? Do you care about her or is she just a way to get you through this milestone? “He asked making the quotations gesture with his fingers.



“Yes Sir, I respect her, a great deal in fact. I suppose my main worry is that I won’t be able to do anything for her.”



“Tell me something Mr. Weasley, have you done anything physically with this lady other then requesting the obvious.”



“Yes a little.” He said thinking about the snog session on the boulder.



“Did she tell you what she liked or did she let you feel around blind?” Ron thought back. She had said to hold her, and told him how. She said it would be nice and slow and they would enjoy it.



“She told me.”



“Then I think its safe to say that she will communicate adequately during your little interlude as well.”



“But what if I do something she hates and that puts her right off me?” Ron was letting his fears out now.



“Talk to her as well. Ask her what she wants, ask her if what you are doing feels good, asked her if she wants more, make her tell you what she wants. She doesn’t need to be the only one talking.”



“Right. Thank you Professor. I appreciate it.” He leaned down to grab his bag.



“Mr. Weasley?” He stood up again.



“Yes sir?”



“Have you thought about contraception?” Ron was stunned. He actually hadn’t. He shook his head. “Wait here.”



Ron shouldered his bag and waited by his teachers desk. He came out a moment later holding a vial. “Drink all of this.”



“What’s this?” He asked looking at the light blue watery liquid.



“Contraceptive potion for men. It will stop the production of sperm. If you take it now, it will be effective in about ten minutes.”



“How long does it last?” Ron asked uncorking the bottle.



“A full lunar cycle.” Snape answered.



“Really? A whole month!” Ron asked with a grin.



“So you do pay attention in astronomy.” Ron shrugged off the insult and downed the bottle. It burned down his throat and made his eyes water.



“Oh Merlin! That’s nasty!” He said, trying to control his gag reflex.



“If you vomit that, you have to take it again.” Ron tried even harder to keep the vial liquid down. He was alright once the taste vanished from his mouth.



He left Snape’s classroom a few moments later, firmly protected for the next month and a little more secure in his abilities.



Saturday at breakfast his nerves came back but they were easy to calm. He found himself repeating his Professors words in his head. He only had to communicate with her as she did with him.



The owl post came in and deposited an abundance of packages and letters. In addition to his usual quidditch magazine, another owl also dropped a letter. It only had his name, no address or clue as to who it came from.



‘Meet me at the entrance to the dungeons, near the black tapestry and lady’s portrait, 7 o clock. If you can be there run a hand through your hair. PP’



Ron spared a glance at the Slytherin table, where Pansy was keeping an eye on him over her toast. As he pocketed the letter, he met her eyes and ran a hand through his hair. Satisfied she went back to her meal.



Ron spent most of the morning, going through his magazine until he was alone in his room. His friends knew to leave him be when his magazine showed up. When he had the room to himself, he reached into his trunk and pulled out a book his brother Bill had given him. On the cover was the title ‘Sexual Loving: An Illustrated Guide’. Ron had gone over it several times wanting to make sure he knew about her body and what was located where. He also wanted to know what positions would please her best.



The book not only had drawings showing brief movements but also had captions telling why the positions would be desirable. A variation on the missionary position told of how deeper penetration was obtained and thus stimulated different areas of the woman. He wanted to know as much as he could but he imaged Pansy would be very co-operative when it came to communicating.



His nerves were on edge. He took extra time in the shower, washing everything about four times. He was red raw by the time he exited and dried himself off. He would have drawn strange looks from his friends if they saw him that night. He had read a chapter on body hair in the book, and how the vast majority of woman appreciated a man who trimmed his hair. He followed a shaving spell that the book offered and trimmed it down close to his skin.



Glancing in the mirror Ron raised his eyebrows. The book was right. He looked lightly bigger. He made a mental note to keep himself groomed up. He rarely used cologne but decided to use some tonight. The scent was a woodsy fragrance, but nothing overbearing. Applied to the right area in the right amounts, it smelled nice. Tonight it was on his neck and chest and a little on his wrists.



He wore plain jeans and a blue shirt, un-tucked and the top button opened. He charmed his shoes to unlaced when he kicked them off, that way he wouldn’t have to bother with laces.



He left his hair hanging naturally. Ron loved the feel of her hands in his hair when she did it on the boulder so he left it as is, drying with a shaggy style that fell over his eyes but not in them. He learned his lesson from his fourth year when it came to his hair.



Looking in the mirror he took a deep breathe in and left. He managed to make it to the dungeon area without being seen by anybody. He was a few minutes early but he didn’t want her to think he had changed his mind.



He had only been there a few minutes when she walked up to him. She was in a black dress and little white sweater and black sandals. She wasn’t wearing any make up but Ron liked a girl who didn’t have to paint herself up.



“Hi.” She said with a smile.



“Hi,” he said back, “you look nice.”



“Thank you. So you do.” He looked down, not thinking so but he said nothing. “Well, are you ready?” She asked.



“Yes, but where are we going?” He asked. She smiled. Turning to face the portrait of the lady, Pansy approached her and gave the password that opened the portrait. Pansy took his hand and led him inside. They passed through a dark stone corridor into what looked like a common room but it was a bedroom. The bed was huge, twice the size of the dorm beds. The wooden headboard carried candles that were gently bathing the room in a soft light.



The room was built for interludes obviously, because the moment Ron turned around the door had sealed itself, leaving only a stone wall. He turned to Pansy and saw her sitting on the bed. “It will let us out whenever we want.” He nodded. “Would you like to sit with me?” She asked softly.



He walked over to her and sat down, slightly facing her. His heart was racing and his stomach was turning cartwheels. He was looking at her, not knowing what to do. “Are you nervous?” She whispered.



“Yes.” He told her. Now was not the time for holding back. She was looking at him, but not with humor.



“I am too.” She told him. He faced her fully.



“Why?” He asked.



I have this strong desire to please you. I want you to enjoy me, not just the activities we are heading toward.”



“I will. I been looking forward to this. I asked you for a reason, and it wasn’t because I thought you might agree.” He took a page from Snape’s lecture. “I respect you Pansy, and I want my first time to be with someone I respect. I want it to be with you, because I can’t imagine do this with anyone else.”



Pansy leaned forward and kissed him. He let her control to pace, the pressure, everything. He would do anything she asked him to do. She had that much control over him.



When she pulled away she had a relaxed look on her face. She reached down a slipped her sandals off then slid back and reclined against the pillows. “Come here Ron.” She said, holding out her arms.