I Promise, My Son

Ron returned for Pansy and Ryan the next day. Just as Ron did, Pansy worked out of her home, as a researcher, using her complex library as a guide. Many of her books came from Draco, who knew her love of history and potions. His gifts helped her earn her living.



Her time devoted to her son was made easier by her choice of career. She had her son and herself ready just after lunch when Ron arrived. He had wanted to take them to lunch but Pansy insisted that since he was going to have dinner provided at his house then she would give him a light lunch at home.



She let Ryan open the door when Ron arrived and he held up his arms right away. “All ready I see.”



“I get my own room at your house?” He said holding onto Ron’s shoulders.



“I’d like you to think of it as your other home, but yes you get your own room and we have to go get some things to fill it.” Ron told him as Pansy approached with their cloaks. “You’re going to need a bed and a bureau, and some other things.”



“Let’s go Mum.” He said twisting his little body around.



“I’m right here Ryan. Here put this on.” She said warding up the flat when they exited the door.



Ron secured his cloak and they left, heading to Diagon Alley. They found a furniture store and while Ryan was more concerned with hat beds looked like, Ron was more concerned with the sturdiness of the pieces and Pansy as looking at prices.



“I told you not to worry about that. I’m furnishing my home and providing for my son, just relax.” He told her.



“But some of these bed and bureau sets are way too much.” She countered.



‘I know that and I’m not about to pay that much unless it’s worth it. Alright.” He said.



“Alright.” She felt slightly better but still tried to control her son. She asked Ron’s opinion on which sets were actually worth their money and then gave him the choice between three sets.



Ryan chose a dark wooden set that looked like it came from a country cottage. His reasoning was because the wood looked like a big broomstick. Ron asked later if he had a broom and said no because his mum thought it wasn’t safe.



While Ryan was distracted by play tables and toy chests, Ron spoke to his mother. “He says he doesn’t have a broom.”



“He’s too young.” She said.



“I’ve been flying since I was his age, all he needs is someone to train him.” He said.



“Well, I’m not the best flyer and Draco could have only been able to teach him once in awhile. He would have forgotten everything he was taught. It’s pointless.” She countered.



“Well I can teach him then.” He decided.



“Ron, there’s no reason……”



“Pansy he wants to fly. He chose a bed because it looked like a huge broomstick and did you see him when we passed the quid ditch supply store. He was glued onto the brooms.” Pansy gave him a blank look, and looked away. “We’ll keep the broom at my house so he wont sneak it out and fly along the flat alright.”



She gave in thinking how happy Ryan would be to finally have his own broom. She didn’t want to spoil him, but he had a right to be involved with both parents. It made Pansy sad to think that her son may want to spend more time at his fathers house then with her. She didn’t know if she could handle it, but she would deal with it.



Ryan selected a table and shelves for his room. Ron had them all sent to his house, then they went to a different store for bedding. As expected Ryan wanted the quidditch theme and Ron ended up purchasing the full bedding and duvet, as well as the curtains. Ryan wanted to see Ron’s house and set u his room but they weren’t going home just yet.



Ron planned to by the broom for the party and made a mental note to ask his brothers what they planned to get him. He needed to make sure he nothing was doubled up, and that nobody planned to get him a broom. He also wanted them to know about his fascination with quidditch.



They went to another store where, with Pansy’s help, Ron bought him new clothes. His jeans were starting to show ankle and he needed new shoes. As his father he would be buying clothes anyway so Pansy said nothing when it came to this bill. Ryan was bought new underwear, undershirts, and socks, as well as several pairs of shoes. He knew how a boy could wear down more then his share of shoes.



The were so loaded with clothing parcels when they left that Ron needed to shrink them down to be able to carry them all in one sack. They stopped by a diner where Ron asked a meal to be delivered to his house later on. When the dinner was ordered, Ron apparated them to his home. Ryan immediately took off running from room to room. Pansy stood where she was and just looked around. Ron obviously liked space. The house had a high ceiling and lots of floor footage. His furniture was simple and in neutral colors. Browns and beiges gave it a clean and simple look. Pansy had no way of knowing, but his own cluttered home as a youth made him want minimal furnishings, and the reds and gold’s of his youth and Hogwarts house made him want beiges and browns in his life. His life as an artist also made him appreciate natures color palette more.



“This is amazing Ron.” She said coming forward and looking around.



“I’ll give you a tour when we’re done setting up Ryan’s room.” He told her, taking some of the packages and heading down the hall. “Ryan!” He called and the boy came running to the sound of his name. “This is your room little man.” He said, opening the door and walking in. The furniture had been delivered but was still papered up.



Ryan helped his parents strip the paper off his furniture and set it in place. Pansy had the bedding on in no time, while Ron put the curtains up. They quickly went through his clothes and Ron asked her to select a few things to keep in his new room, while the rest went back with her.



“Do you want to see the rest of the house?” He asked, while Ryan was distracted with his new room and a few quidditch magazines he found in the front room.



Pansy was guided around and saw the kitchens, the yards, and the other spare bedroom. There had been two but Ryan now occupied one. Ron’s room was the master bedroom but Pansy just leaned in the doorway and glanced in. He smiled at her reluctance but didn’t say anything. He moved to the last room, and opened the door letting her walk in.



Pansy let out a loud inhale as she looked around Ron’s studio. He had a portrait half in progress and she would distinctively make out the Malfoy family. “This is amazing.” She told him looking at the canvas.



“It will take another several weeks until its finished.” He said.



She moved over to a table that contained several paint samples with magical auras around them. “The charms keep the paint from spoiling or drying out.” He explained.



She looked over at the several canvases stacked against the wall. They varied in size from a simple pages size to a wall sizes. It was amazing that Ron was able to fill them all. She looked around the walls, where he had some of his art hanging.



“Your very talented Ron.” She said looking at various portraits. “These are just wonderful.” She didn’t recognize the faces but they were brilliant paintings.



“Thank you. These are going to be picked up soon,” he said gesturing to a few, “the others aren’t done yet.”



“I’d love to see you paint sometime if ………”



“Mum, I’m hungry.” Ryan called from the door.



Ron smiled at Pansy then looked at his watch. “Dinner will arrive soon, lets go set up the table.”



They were barely in the kitchen when a knock sounded. Ron tipped the deliveryman and Pansy served up three plates while Ron poured drinks. They had dinner as a family, with Pansy making sure Ryan didn’t make a mess.



Ron felt great. Having Pansy and Ryan in his home made him feel like a man. His son made him proud. He may not have been around during his baby years but there was no way he was staying away from this boy now. He watched with a smile as he tried to keep his mother from wiping his face again.



They had just finished desert when Ryan took off to finish his magazines. Pansy helped Ron clean up and he had to admit, doing the dishes didn’t seem like such a chore with Pansy there. They took their wine and sat on the couch. “He loves it here.” Pansy told him.



“I want him to feel at home.” He said.



“I’m sure he does.” She told him, not voicing her worries. If Ron saw her concern he didn’t say anything about it. She didn’t realize he was watching until his hand took hers.



She looked up and when he took her wine glass from her setting it down on the coffee table she said nothing. He moved closer and took her hand again. He pulled her closer and leaned in. She copied his movements and they met in a kiss. This time she didn’t hesitate to respond.



Lifting her hands, she wrapped them around his shoulders, giving in eagerly. He kissed her with a pent up tension she had been feeling as well. Before she knew it she was being lifted and eased onto her back on the couch.



He legs parted and Ron slid between them. She remember this position from that night and how much she loved his weight on her. His lips opened wide and she took his plunging tongue into her with a groan. His body arched, giving her a sample of the rhythm they had found that night.



Pansy lifted a leg around his thigh. It felt so natural to be under him. She tilted her head to the side and sighed out and he covered her neck with kisses. Her fingers squeezed his shoulder and without realizing it she had thrust her hips upward.



Ron slid a hand down and gripped her ass, giving her a squeeze. He remembered how soft her skin felt that night and he promised himself that he would feel her again soon enough. Her neck smelled so tempting but he held himself in check and didn’t bite down or leave any marks.



He lowered his kisses to her collar bone and eased the first button of her shirt open. He was able to see the rounded flesh of her breast and quickly opened the second button. Her lacy white bra was visible and he leaned down kissing the soft orb and burying his nose between them. He slid his hand down and cupped it from outside her shirt and he planted an open mouthed kiss again.



“Wait…..Ron…..stop….” She whispered.



He felt a gentle push on his shoulders, but he didn’t move away. He raised his head and looked down at her. “What’s the matter love?” He asked, stroking her hair.



“Ryan could come in at any minute, we need to stop.” She said.



“He’s in his room.” Ron countered, still not letting her up.



“He gets bored easily and will come running in. We can’t do this in front of him.” She gave him a harder push and he had to admit she had a point. He reluctantly rose up bringing her with him. He kept his arms around her waist as she fastened her buttons again. “Ron, you can let go.” She said but he would release his grip.



“He’s seen us kissing before you know.” He said pulling her into his lap. “He said he doesn’t want you to be alone.” Ron toyed with her hair as he spoke.



“He’s just a boy.” She said.



“A boy who see’s more then he lets on.” Ron ran a finger down her cheek and over her lips, still swollen from his kiss.



“I need to get him home.” She said softly, easing off his lap. He rose and followed her down to Ryan’s room. Pansy opened the door and let out a sigh. Ryan had fallen asleep in his bed. He was face down and from the stacks around him was on his stomach looking through the magazines.



“Well, now we know he wouldn’t have walked in.” Ron whispered behind her.



She gave him a grin and went to pick up her son. “Mum?” He asked when she lifted him.



“Time to go home love.” She said, resting him over her shoulder.



“We aren’t sleeping here?” He asked lifting his head halfway.



“If you want to stay with your father then I can always take you to Draco’s in the morning.” She offered. Ron’s heart sped up at the thought, praying to Merlin that he would agree.



“You aren’t going to stay?” He asked.



“No, I’m going home.” She told him.



“Oh. Goodnight then.” He told Ron and fell sleep on his mother shoulders. The look on Ron’s face broke her heart.



“He just needs time Ron, that’s all.” She said.



“I know, it’s a lot to take in.” He said. “Maybe after the party he will think differently.”



He walked her to the floo and took a handful of powder after he kissed her cheek. They vanished in a flash of green light and Ron sank on the couch, his home suddenly feeling very empty.







The next day while Ryan spent time at Draco’s Pansy did a little shopping of her own. Ryan loved strawberry cake and she told Ron she wanted to make it for him. She was out getting supplies and ran into a familiar face she hadn’t seen in years. “Ginny?” She said with a smile and opened her arms as Ron’s sister came forward.



“Pansy, I’m so happy to see you.” She said hugging the girl with enthusiasm.



“It’s good to see you too.” She smiled down at the tale tell bump on the redhead. “How much longer?” She asked.



“Another two and a half months.” She said with a brilliant smile. “The closer it gets, the more nervous Harry gets.”



“I can imagine. Where are you headed?” She asked.



“I’m actually shopping for my new nephews present. Ron mentioned a quid ditch fixation so I thought I would start there.”



“Well, you cant go wrong with that, he loves it.” She told her.



“How about some lunch, I’m starving.” She took Pansy’s hand without waiting for a reply and dragged her into the nearest deli. Pansy didn’t object, she was hungry anyway.



“I thought about clothes,” Ginny told her after they ordered, “with snitches and quaffles, pitches and broomsticks. I saw some great shirts with that layer look at a store near the Cauldron.”



“He’d like that.” Pansy told her giving the girls Ryan’s size.



“Ron said you were worried about my mother.” Ginny mentioned as they ate.



“He did?” Pansy suddenly lost her appetite.



“You don’t have anything to worry about. Ron and my father will keep her in her place, and I’ll be watching out for her too.”



Pansy looked at the face that had her sons eyes. “How can you bee so accepting?” She asked. “I kept Ryan a secret from you.”



“Ron told me about that. I guess it would be pointless to tell you that you had nothing to fear, but then again I know Ron. If it was me and the man was just one night and not something I planned, who am I to say I would have done things differently. When you are afraid, there is no dictating actions.” Ginny watched as Pansy relaxed a little. “You did what you had to do and as a woman I can’t find fault in that. The best thing that everyone can do is to get to know Ryan now and let him and you know that you are both welcome.”



“Your mother thinks otherwise.” Pansy said, still worried.



“My mother thinks a lot of things and Ron will do what the rest of us do. Tell her what he’s doing and then beg dad to keep her in line.” Pansy laughed at the way Ginny so plainly spoke from experience.



“My mother want to be there for the birth of this child and I told her no, she wanted to set Ron up with several girls, she wanted Fred and George to chose another career. My mother never gets her way and in time she will deal with it.” Gunny said. “When Ron, Harry and Hermione were planning this trip during the summer of their sixth year, mom kept them so busy with chores for Bill and Fleur’s wedding thinking they wouldn’t have time to plan, but they did plan and she didn’t get her way.”



“Do you think she’ll do anything at the party.” Pansy asked.



“Ron is well aware of how she thinks and he’s already spoke to my father. Don’t worry about it.” Ginny reached out took her hand in a solid grip. “We wont let anyone ruin Ryan’s day.” Pansy smiled at her, feeling such a welcoming.



“I am sorry.” Pansy told her. “For keeping him away from you.”



“Don’t ever feel sorry for anything you’ve done for your son.” She said. “That’s how Ron sees it and that how you should too.”



Pansy returned home feeling in better spirits then she had felt in a long time.





A/N: In answer to a review left by Jessie about why I never include Hermione, I actually think the character got a little bitchy toward the end of the books. She blatantly refused to believe Luna and her father about the existence of certain creatures. I would think a girl who grew up in a world that said magic didn’t exist would be a little more open minded, and hearing her say there is no such thing as such and such was a little aggravating at times. I also think I leave her out because I just don’t think the actress in the movies if progressing as much as the two male leads. Daniel and Rupert each speak about taking projects that give them a chance to spread their wings and do things different. I managed to find her other movie, Ballet Shoes, on you tube and it seems like Hermione in a different situation. There was no change in persona to me, and a good actress can become someone else. I prefer to think of Hermione as a woman who needs someone a little more intelligent then her, so I tend to put her with Draco who is much more wily as the books go on, and Snape who obviously is a match for her intellect. I think Ron deserves someone better then a girl who only decided to make a move when he agreed with something she felt strongly about. Don’t get me wrong, I know that’s a good thing to have someone who supports you, but ron had a lot of qualities she was too stubborn to see. Now that I have blasted not only the character and the actress, I hope I haven’t lost any readers. And I include Ginny because as his sister she would still be involved in his life, I also think that he is closer to her then his other siblings. He was devastated in book two when he was taken into the chamber and worried about her, he was also concerned when she was snogging Dean Thomas in book six and the fight he had with her proved how much they affected each other.