Pansy's Parchment II

Neville owled them a week later telling them that he had the results of their tests and had made time for them in his schedule. They arrived on time and anxious to see what Neville would say. Pansy had read the rest of the book, although she wasn’t reading it as nature’s law anymore, and she did have a few questions.



“Alright,” Neville walked in and sat at his chair with his file, “how are we doing?”



“Good, thanks Neville.” Ron told him.



“Good, I have the result of your tests. Ron, you have no urinary infections of illnesses, and your samples were at peak health. Your sperm sample shows a high quantity and excellent mobility.”



“That’s good then?” He asked.



“It is good.” Ron smiled at him. “Pansy, all of your exams showed a completely healthy system. No illness or disabilities, or injuries that would prevent a normal pregnancy. I do have a questions for you. What form of contraception do you use?”



“I use a Provera Potion.” She told him.



“That would explain this result then.” He said.



“What result?” Ron asked. He had spent the past few days making sure Pansy knew that there was nothing wrong with her, he would hate to have all her optimism destroyed.



“The Provera Potion literally stops ovulation so you don’t release eggs. Normally it takes only a short amount of time for your body to begin functioning without it, however you took it consistently, on a regular schedule since your marriage. Several years of use will take a longer time for the body to shift back to its normal cycles.” Neville explained.



“Are you saying that I’m not ovulating?” She asked.



“I’m saying your eggs get stronger and stronger. You could have accepted sperm that tried to fertilize your egg, but they either found an egg that was empty or that didn’t have enough material to work with.” He explained. “That will change over time.”



“How long?” She asked.



“When you came in you mentioned stopping the potion for two months, this is already a good progression. I think the stress factor of imagining fertility problems also plays a part. Stress on a woman’s body affects how it functions.”



Ron leaned over and grinned at her. “Alright Ron, I understand.” She said swatting his shoulder.



“Pansy I wouldn’t be surprised if you succeed soon.” Neville said.



“But you can’t say when?” She asked. “I brought a book that said you can monitor a woman’s cycle.”



“Yes, but those tests are based on a collective study of about 50 women, none of which will have the same exact test results. Those are all averages. Every woman is different.” He said.



“Now I did read something about a rhythm method, that said there are fertile days and none fertile days.” She said. “Wouldn’t that mean that it would be better to have sex on certain days.”



“I am familiar with that method. It’s actually used as a form of birth control, but you can reverse it. However, when you begin have sex on a timetable, you add stress to the body. Once again stress to the body will effect how it functions. Don’t have sex according to a chart. If you feel like having sex then have sex.” Neville closed the file.



“So doing what we are doing, is what we should be doing?” She said.



Ron rolled his eyes, but Neville just smiled. “Pansy, use the logic, and play the odds. The more you do it, the better your chances.”



“So all the time?” She asked with a smile.



“If you want it all the time.” He answered. “Now I can give you a few tips. Pansy, after Ron pulls out lay down flat and lift elevate your legs, prop them up on pillows.”



“What will that do?” She asked.



“It will direct Ron’s little Aurors on the right path.” He said.



“Neville, Weasley boys know their way around a uterus.” Ron told him, leaning back in his chair.



“Then they will appreciate the help. Also, after ejaculation, stay inside until you go flaccid, don’t pull out right away.”



“Yes Sir.” Ron said.



“Oh and Ron,” he rose and gathered his file, “and lots of oral sex.” He moved for the door.



“What on earth with that do?” Pansy asked.



“Nothing, I just think that women are entitled to lots of oral sex.” Ron’s laughed followed him out the door as Pansy stared at the door in shock.







“Ron,” Pansy called from bed, “come read with me.”



“Alright.” Ron came out of the bathroom in his lounge pants and climbed into bed.



Pansy and Ron read for a book of erotic stories, Ron reading the male lines and the following text, Pansy reading the female lines and the text that followed.



They had read like this many times in their marriage and it brought them closer. Pansy had even asked him to read when she was stressed at times. It was how he knew she needed to unwind.



He understood that she needed to get her mind away from the stress of the pregnancy. Neville had told her to relax and just be patient. Ron knew she was trying to do just that.



When she finally fell asleep he kissed her head. They didn’t have sex that night, and he knew she didn’t want it to become a chore. He cuddled her closer and drifted off beside her.