Pansy's Lover

Pansy sat causally sipping her tea and reading her morning paper. Her life was good. Well, good from her vantage at least, and that was all that mattered to her lately. She had been carrying on with Ron for the past four months and as he had promised, made no demands at all. Pansy was pleased, Ron was pleased and they enjoyed themselves in every measure.



Pansy had even made excuses of seeing friends for weekends so she could spend time with Ron undisturbed. She was just in the middle of planning another weekend away, when her husband entered the dining area and sat down, pouring his morning tea.



“Who is he?” Jason asked, focusing his eyes on his wife.



Pansy looked at him. “Who are you referring to?” Although she knew what he meant.



“The man you are seeing?” He answered his frown deepening.



“What makes you think I’m seeing a man?” She asked.



“Ginny came by yesterday wondering if you were in.” He answered.



“I see.” She said looking back to her paper. She had told her husband she was visiting Ginny yesterday. She was of course at Ron’s.



“Who is he?” Jason asked.



“It doesn’t matter.” Pansy said, finishing her tea.



“Oh yes, it does. Don’t you understand how this looks.”



Pansy fixed her eyes on him, giving him a stoic look. “How it looks to you or how it kooks to your peers?” She asked. His confused look made her chuckle. “Jason, you haven’t cared about me for years. You only care how it makes you look to those you work with. When was the last time you paid attention to how I felt or what I needed?”



“I give you everything you need.” He said with force leaning forward.



“I need to feel loved Jason and it’s been years since you made me feel loved!” She stood up and looked down at him. “You don’t know when I feel sad, when I’m lonely, when I want to be intimate, not that it would have made a difference.” She added.



“What do you mean?” He asked getting angry.



“Jason the sex we’ve had is so few and far between its considered monumental, or it would be if it was a monument of any kind. You didn’t even kiss me last time, and you always fall asleep afterwards.”



He tossed the paper aside and stood. “So you go to another man?” He shouted.



She nodded. “I guess that’s a fair assumption. I’m feeling neglected and ignored in my home so I go to someone who makes me feel loved and wanted.”



“Who is it?” He demanded.



“That’s of no concern to you.” She said simply.



“Oh yes it is. You going to another man makes it appear as if I can’t satisfy my own wife.” He was bright red by this point.



Pansy stood and walked over to him. Facing him she spoke with calmness and directness. “You can’t.” She left him standing in the dining area and left the manor.



It took her only a few moments to get to Ginny’s. The redhead opened the door and immediately held out her arms. “Pansy I’m so sorry.”



“It’s ok Gin,” Pansy returned her hug, “don’t worry about a thing.”



“When I asked to see you he told me you were at my house and gave me this odd look.” She sat down, offering the other girl the chair opposite her. “I wanted to laugh at the git, but I didn’t know if that would make things worse for you.”



“I’m sorry I used you as an excuse. We usually meet at Hogsmeade so I didn’t think you’d go to my house.”



“Tell me next time and I can cover if he comes over here or something.” She said. Pansy smiled at her. “So where did you go?”



“I really can’t say.” Pansy felt guilty, but she didn’t know if Ron was willing to admit it to his sister that he was seeing a married woman. “But maybe I will be able to tell you soon.” She offered, making am mental note to talk with Ron.



“It’s a man isn’t it?” Ginny guessed.



“Yes it’s a man.” Pansy admitted.



“I thought as much. I’m glad.” Pansy looked up at her shocked. “Pansy I can see how miserable you have been. Why cant you tell me who it is? I can keep a secret.”



“I’ll find out if he’s alright with my talking you. I only stopped by to say sorry about Jason.” She rose.



“Don’t worry, I’m here for you Pansy. It will take more then his glare to upset me at all.” The two ladies parted with an embrace.



She then left to Ron’s through the greenhouse entrance. He added a door for her to enter without being seen through the infirmary. The interns would begin to ask questions or make assumptions if she showed up all the time going back to his house.



She entered and relaxed in her favorite chair before his fireplace. The charms Ron placed on his house would let him know when she arrived. She had been there for only a few moments when Ron walked back. “Hello love.” He walked over and kissed her. “I didn’t know you were coming by.”



“Well, I had to, we need to talk. Do you have time or should I come back later?” She said holding his hands.



“The interns can handle anything, what’s the matter?” He looked concerned.



“I told my husband I was going to your sisters when I came here yesterday.” He nodded. “Well Ginny showed up and asked to see me.”



Ron‘s eyes shot open. “Oh Merlin. What did he say?”



“He asked me this morning, when he came in from breakfast. He didn’t ask if there was another man, he simply asked who it was.”



“What did you tell him?” Ron asked with a slight grin. He didn’t care at all what Jason thought, and the fact that the man knew his wife went to someone else was humor in Ron’s eyes.



“I told him it was none of his concern.”



Ron chuckled. “I wish I could have seen his face.”



“Yes, he was upset. But just like I knew, he was more concerned with how it made him look, not how it made him feel. He can stir himself to insanity trying to figure it out for all I care.”



She sat with Ron on the couch, holding his hand in her lap. “Pansy, what if he wants a divorce?”



“Then he can have one.” She said without preamble.



“Just like that.” He asked. She nodded. “What will you do? Where will you go?”



“I have the money from the Parkinson estate, I’m not destitute. With Jason supporting me I haven’t needed it. I kept it aside in case I was ever on my own.”



“That’s sound thinking.” He leaned in closer caressing her shoulder. “So if you decide to leave where will you go?” He spoke quietly.



Pansy smiled and looked at him. “Where would you like me to go?” She had a feeling she knew the answer.



“You are always welcome here, you know that.” She nodded. “But I meant what I said from the start. I will never demand anything fro you or pressure you. I will only tell you what I wish. And I wish you would come and live here with me, but I’m not trying to force it.”



She turned and faced him. “I know Ron, and may I say that if I make the decision to leave, this will be the place I come to.” Ron smiled at her and leaned in to start a heated snog session.



They both loved a heated snog session in the afternoon. It was chock full of groping and grunting and dry humping, but cut off entirely too soon by an intern who announced a new patient.





That evening Pansy was reading in the library when her husband entered. She gave him a sarcastic smile. “Wow, I get approached twice in one day. This is new.”



“Ron Weasley.” He said looking down at her.



“What about him?”



“You were at his house for three hours this afternoon.” He stood with what he must have considered power. His feet braced in a firm stance, and his hands were in his pockets while he fixed her with what could only pass as a hard glare. It only made Pansy want to laugh.



“How did you know that?” She asked still smiling.



“I had you followed.”



Pansy laughed and set her book down. “Really? Well, that explains why you mentioned it this morning instead of last night.” Her smile never wavered. “Buy why?”



“I had a right to know.” He said taking a step forward. “I wonder how it will make you look if I should happen to speak to him.” He lifted an eyebrow.



“Go right ahead Jason.” She stood and walked over to him. “But what could you possibly say to him? Demand that he stop shagging your wife?” Jason flinched at the words. “Ron does what I want him to do, he wont listen to you. Ron doesn’t care what people say about him, so informing anyone of this would do no good. His has his own practice, so you have no power of him over his career. What could you possibly do to him?” She had spoken directly in his face and all her husband could do was listen.



“Did it ever occur to you that a man to man talk might work? He would understand how another man feels. He may call this off on the grounds that he wouldn’t appreciate his own wife taking to another man.” Jason glare grew harder.



“Ron isn’t married, and he doesn’t care what you think, but Jason, if you think a man to man will help, then by all means go and see him.” Pansy sat and picked up her book.



“You are my wife!” He yelled taking her book and hurling it across the room. “I give you everything! I make sure you have anything you want! And you go to another man anyway?!” The vein in his neck was throbbing but Pansy was undaunted.



“I NEED LOVE!’ She hurled at his face, giving his chest a shove. “I NEED MORE THEN A FAST HUMP AND A DIAMOND NECKLACE BOUGHT BY YOUR FUCKING ASSISTANT!” She gave him another shove. “YOU THINK BUYING ME THINGS THAT SHINE AND COST A LOT OF GALLEONS MAKES UP FOR MY HUSBANDS ABSENCE!”



She stepped back and took several breathes in and out. After several moments she looked back at her husband. He had calmed down as well, but was still frowning. “Jason, we used to love each other. I have always admired your ambition, and I have always supported you. But I’m nothing to you now. Just a convenience when you need an escort to a ministry event, and a nuisance when you have to send your valued assistant to waste time buying a gift.”



“Pansy I never……..” She cut him off.



“No Jason, I’ve heard it before.” She sat down again, after retrieving her book. “Talk to Ron if you’d like, it makes no difference to me.” She opened her book and continued reading



Jason left the manor. His footsteps were hard and pounded the ground as he walked to the magical animal infirmary that Ron Weasley owned and operated.