Pansy/Patricia

Pansy felt the urge to vomit and she couldn’t get enough air. She struggled to stay still as Ginny fastened the gown over the fringed body suit. “Calm down, you are going to be great.” Ginny told her, reaching for the mask.



“I think I’m going to be sick.” She said fighting for control of her stomach.



Ron entered a moment later with a big smile. “Everyone I invited is here. Your parents, The Malfoys, the Crabbe and Goyle each have a date, we have a full house tonight all of them waiting to see ‘Patricia’. He said.



“Now I know I’m going to be sick.” Pansy dropped into the vanity chair.



“Careful, you don’t want to tear anything.” Ginny helped her to her feet to put on the final cloak and secure her mask.



“I don’t know if I can do this.’ She told Ron with a panicked look.



“Yes, you can, you will be wearing a mask. Nobody knows who you are. If you don’t want to take the mask off in the end, then don’t, but wait until the last moment.” He took her shoulders. “You will be fabulous, and the stage is your to show that.” He gave her a lingering kiss then left.



“Here, let me check your lipstick.” Ginny said when he left. Pansy let her adjust the last of her costume while she stared into nothingness. Ministry officials, her family’s friends, former housemates, schoolmates. She was going to sing and dance in front of them all and she didn’t know if she could do it.



Three knocks rapped on the door. The signal for showtime. She sucked in a breathe and took Ginny’s hand as she walked to the stage. She heard the band playing for the crowd, the chatter of the restaurant guests and footsteps behind her.



“You are beautiful.” Ron said helping her to her opening spot. She faced away from the curtains, and got in to her opening pose. Ron kissed her hand and then everyone who wasn’t a dancer cleared the stage. She brought her hand into position and prayed to Merlin for courage.



Her music began and she heard the voice. “Ladies and Gentlemen, the Velvet Lounge is proud to present Patricia.” She heard the curtains part behind her and her music began. She turned and began her number.



She sang and danced to perfection taking in the faces that were watching her with amazement. She saw the Bulstrodes, every Weasley, even Professors from Hogwarts, including her head of house Professor Snape.



She went through her routine and fed off the adrenaline rush. She moved with a newfound surge of power. She had the room riveted and by the time she got to her last long held note, she was on a high she had never felt. When she knelt down and lifted her hand in the air for the final word, she knew she had succeeded.



The room exploded in applause. The sound was deafening and cheers and whistles sounded as she stepped down the steps to the front of the stage. She bowed low and looked from face to face. The admiration and enjoyment was abundant. Her parents were smiling, her head of house was clapping for her. The Weasley brothers were looking around at the patrons as they clapped, but then again, they knew who she was.



She watched Ron mount the stage with a bouquet of flowers. She took them and leaned in for his kiss. Just before his lips met her cheek, he whispered to her. “It’s all you, love.” He stepped back a few paces and clapped for her along with everyone. She bowed again and looked around taking several deep breathes. She looked back at Ron and saw the strength in his eyes.



Reaching up she took the mask in her hand and took it off, facing the audience. The room exploded and the shocked cried gave Pansy gooseflesh. Everyone was on their feet and cheering out. She sought out her parents and met her mothers tearing eyes. Her father also had tears rolling down his cheeks, making no effort to wipe them away.



Her friends, her former classmates all wore the same expression of stunned disbelief. Pansy gave one final bow then took Ron’s arm and let him lead her backstage.



When they were safely alone she threw herself into his arms and cried out in joyful tears. Ron smiled into her shoulder as he held her. “I told you, didn’t I. That’s where you belong. They all saw it.’ He told her.







She changed into an elegant ball gown and took Ron’s arm. The party he gave her for her successful performance was a joyous affair. Her parents showed their pride to everyone, speaking of her talent with enthusiasm. Her friends congratulated her and complimented her, her family acquaintances showered her with praise and the entire night Ron remained at her side. He gave her performance dates to anyone who asked, and basked in Pansy’s glow with her.



Through the rest of her time in the club, Pansy performed and reaped the benefits. The club made money in piles and the employees took home large bonuses. Pansy was a success and after only a few, began to perform without the mask.



After her last show, she joined Ron in his home where the shared dinner together. “Your bet has been paid. Your month is over.” He said quietly.



“Yes, I know.” She finished her wine and they sat in the small loveseat side by side, nestled together.



“What happens now?” He asked, holding her hand and brushing his thumb along hers.



“What happens in regards to what?” She asked.



“You and me?” He said. She shifted and faced him.



“Ron ask me exactly what you want and I will answer.’ She said.



“Will we continue seeing each other? He asked.



“I hope we can. I’d like to.” She said with a smile.



“Would you continue to sing?” He asked.



“You still want me to?” She asked looking at their clasped hands.



“Yes. You are phenomenal. You can make a fabulous living from your voice in so many ways. I would love to have you on stage.” He said.



“And if I don’t want to?” She asked.



“It is your decision, and I won’t pressure you any way at all.” He said.



“I will think but I don’t know if I want to make a career of it. It wasn’t something I had ever seen myself doing.” She admitted resting her head on his shoulder.



“You are a superb performer Pansy, but an even more remarkable woman.” He said, wrapping his other arm around her.



“Thank you.” She lifted her head and looked at him. “You are a remarkable man.”



He dropped his lips and kissed her. The heat kindled whenever they were together was evident. She crawled in his lap and stripped off her shirt. She looked down at him arrogant pride as he took her breasts in hand and paid a familiar homage to them. He body jumped to his command and she felt a randy urge well up within her.



She jumped off Ron’s lap and yanking him on the ground with her. She was attacking his clothes with gusto and he returned it. He loved it when she let carnal desires take over and listened to her body.



Within moment they were both naked and rolling about on the floor in like animals in heat. She bit him, clawed at him, and he was equally rough with her. He pulled her hair, as he launched an assault on her neck. She was covered in bright red marks along her neck shoulders and breasts.



She rolled to her side, and bit down on his forearm, listening to him hiss. He grabbed her shoulder and flipped her face down, grabbing her hip and pulled her back to him as he thrust deeply from behind.



She let out a shriek as Ron vigorously began to fuck her. There was no other word for it. This was heated, and horny fucking. She widened her knees and arched her hips to take him deeper. Ron racked her back with his nails while pulling her hips and shoulders.



His cock was soaked from her juice, she was so wet and randy and it made him harder and harder. He took out his lust on her, plunging deep and hard. He watched her hair bouncing around and reached up to grab a fistful, yanking her head back.



He lowered his body, dropping his chest on her back and letting go of her hair. He reached instead between her thighs for her clit as he fucked her. He was rewarded with a squeal from her bucking body. She would have been thrown about if he wasn’t holding her down.



She felt her body hurled over the edge and she backed into Ron as much as she could while she unleashed a tidal wave over Ron’s cock. She felt him speed up as she was orgasming. He dropped down and his weight forced her face to the ground.



Ron drilled into her so hard that he knees lifted off the ground with every thrust. She heard him growl and roar out, biting her shoulder as he forced himself into her as deep and as hard as he could.



He unloaded his cum into her body and squeezed his arm tightly, while Pansy held her breathe. He was a fabulous lover and when he let the animal out she loved it even more.



Together they fell to the floor, heaving and chuckling out. When she had control of her muscles again she rolled toward him and settled on his chest as he draped his arm around her shoulder.



“I love it when you want a hardcore fuck.” He said kissing the top of her head.



“Well, sometimes I just have to have it.” She told him. You know Ron, you could spend the night at my place too sometimes you know. We haven’t broken in my bed.” She said running her fingers along his chest.



“I have a better idea. Why don’t you move in here?” He said.



“Your joking.” She said lifting her head.



“No, why not move in here? We make a good team.” He said.



“Ron my dear,” she said dropping her head to his chest again, “you give me too many things to think about.”



Ron stared at the ceiling with a blank face.