"Who's Watching?"

The next was a Saturday. Pansy needed to talk to Ron. They had a few moments before breakfast and since she ate at her house table she and Ron agreed to meet afterwards. They walked along the grounds to the tree they had began to commonly use and sat in it’s shade.



Ron leaned against the trunk and Pansy sat on folded legs between his open thighs, twisted so her shoulder was against his chest, letting her face him. “I need to know something.” She said, looking down at where his jeaned thigh rested on both her knees.



“Alright. Go on.” As always he waited patiently.



“Why did you ask to kiss me last night when neither of them were around?” She asked softly, still not meeting his eyes.



“Why did you agree?” He asked. She looked up sharply intending to challenged him for answering her question with one of his own. She froze. There was no playful look, no teasing. Ron’s face and expression were serious. Her heartbeat spiked and she felt her body reacting again. “Do you feel that?” He asked taking her hand and placing it on his chest. She instantly became aware of the pounding in his chest. “I feel that same way when we are together.”



She looked down again. How could he know what her body feels? “Tell me something Pansy, when we kissed last night, what did you feel?’



“I enjoyed……” He cut off her reply.



“I mean physically. Yes, I enjoyed it too, but that’s not what I mean. It was hard for me to breathe. I wanted to get closer and breathe you in. I’ve never felt that way before. My skin felt hot and I had the hardest erection I’ve ever had.” She blushed at his words. “What did you feel?”



Pansy tried to control her labored inhales, but then gave up. It was pointless to hide it after he had shared so candidly how he was affected by her. “I couldn’t get enough air. I wanted to crawl out of my skin. I wanted to get closer too. I felt warmth between my legs, and I wanted……” She didn’t know if she could go on.



“You wanted what?” He asked, in a hurried breath.



She looked up and met his eyes. They were heavy lidded, and intently focused on her. “I wanted you to touch me.” He let out a breath. “I have never wanted anyone to touch me before, not like that. I wanted to be naked and wanted to feel your hands. Did you feel that way?” Her voice had grown quieter but she still spoke.



“Yes. I wanted to find a place where we could be alone. I wanted to touch you and let you touch me.”



She didn’t look away this time. They were admitting such personal things that looking at him became essential. “I didn’t’ know it would be like this, Blaise never made me want these things.”



“Lavender never made me want them either. I didn’t know it would be like this when I agreed.” He took her hand and wove her fingers with his. “How do you feel about that?”



She leaned into him, letting her head fall on his shoulder. “I like it. I like holding your hand, walking with you. I like the way you hold me, and how we talk. You don’t treat me like an ornament. You know I didn’t mention this act to you hoping for this.”



“Why did you by the way?” He said but without his trademark grin.



“I knew you had the same problems with Lavender that I was having with Blaise. I thought that if anyone understood that desperation and would be willing to help me it would be you.” She suddenly needed to let him know what she had thought at the time. “I never imagined at all that I would feel this way.”



He nodded. “Oh I understand it perfectly. Do you think we should stop?”



She raised her head. “Do you want to stop?”



“Merlin, no.” He said with a heartbreaking look. “I know this is going to make me sound like such an ass, but I like having a snog with you too much to just stop.”



Pansy smiled. “I like it too.” She fell silent then grinned. “If we do end now then Lavender and Blaise will be on us all day and night worse then before.”



Ron let out a groan. “We can’t have that, now can we?” He raised his head and smiled as she let her chuckle die down. “Pansy, last night you took my hand, but Snape interrupted.” She nodded. “What were you going to do?”



She blushed, but answered him anyway. “I was going to move it. I remembered what you said about not reading signals well, so I decided to move it where I wanted it.”



His thumb stroked her fingers. “Where were you going to move it?” He asked.



She blushed again and bit her bottom lip while she grinned. “To my waist.” She said. She jumped just a little when he hand slid around her waist. She looked over at him, their foreheads connecting.



“Just your waist?” He asked.



“Then down to my hip.” She said. She sucked in a breathe as his hand came around her completely and dropped slowly to her hip.



“Like this?” He asked whispering into her ear.



“Yes, then……” she stopped as he kissed her just below her earlobe.



“Then?” He whispered in her ear again.



“Down to my ass.” She said, letting her head fall against his shoulder and dismissed her shyness.



“I would love to touch you there,” he said, clutching her waist again and pulling her closer, “maybe one day when we are alone you might think abut attempting it again.”



She nodded against his shoulder. After several minutes Pansy spoke. “May I steal a kiss Ron?” She asked. Ron cradled her in both arms and dropped his lips down. Pansy let her body relax, knowing Ron would support her. She raised her lips to his and kissed him just as tenderly as he did the night before.



They came apart each smiling gently. They stayed in the shade of the tree for some time until Harry called over that they were taking to the quidditch pitch. Jumping up, Pansy joined Hermione in the bleachers and watched as several Gryffindor and Ravenclaws mounted brooms for an impromptu game.



While they watched Hermione made off for the library leaving Pansy to watch the skies. The game ignored most rules and laughter was abundant as ridiculous plays commenced without care.



“Are you lips tired?” Pansy spun around and saw Blaise behind her.



“No, I‘ll have strength to continue later.” She said with a huge grin



“I saw the two of you molesting the tree down there.” He said with malice.



“Blaise, I don’t think the tree minded at all.” She let out a giggle.



“That wasn’t funny.” He told her.



“Neither is your constant annoyance of me at any given time.”



“I want to know why you are still carrying with the weasel. This has lost all humor.” He said taking a stepped down to a closer seat.



“Who I see is none of your business Blaise. Me and you are over, and now that I have Ron treating me the way he does, I doubt you and I would be an item even if I become available anytime soon.”



“How he treats you? He’s all over you, all the time. Is that how you want to be treated?”



“What I mean is that he treats me like a lady. When he kisses me, he’s gentle. He truly want to kiss me. He doesn’t act as if just any other girl could be in my place.”



“Well, he may not act like it but that’s what he’s thinking. Any girl could be there and he would act the same way.”



“That’s where your wrong, because I’ve seen him snogging Lavender and he doesn’t kiss me that way. Face it Blaise, he’s just better at it then you.”



“That’s a lie. You’re just saying that to make me angry.”



She faced him. “No I’m not, Blaise. Ron is a gentleman and I feel like a lady when I’m with him. I feel like a woman when I’m with him.” She took on a dreamy look that rattled Blaise to his bones.



“Are you going to shag him?” Blaise asked sarcastically.



Pansy looked up at the pitch, Ron was watching her from the hoops, ready to charge down at the slightest evidence of trouble. He relaxed when she gave him a smile and blew him a kiss. Would she shag him? Her smile broadened. “Yes Blaise, I think I might if the opportunity came up.”



“What?!” He moved closer. “You always refused me.”



“Because all you want to do is shag, it wouldn’t have made a difference if it was me or anyone else. It also didn’t matter where it would have taken place, and the broom closet or the greenhouse after hours is not my idea of the ideal place for my first time.” She smiled at him again. “I have a feeling also that I would not have benefited from it at all.” Blaise turned blustering red. “You are selfish when you snog, you will most likely be selfish when you shag as well. I think I would have ended up hurt and feeling used.”



Pansy watched as he raged internally, then turned and stormed off. She looked up to Ron again and smiled. When he smiled back she took her seat and watched the game.



After the game they walked to the castle. “Bloody hell, he must have been ready to commit murder.” Ron laughed as she relayed the exchange with Blaise.



“I don’t care what he feels, as long as he stays away from me.” She said.



“Were you telling the truth?” He asked.



“You mean about the shagging?”



“Yes.” He was avoiding her eyes now.



“Partly.” She admitted. He stopped walking and looked at her.



“How so?” He asked.



“If the situation came up, I would think about it.” She looked away and then back. “There would be a lot to think of though. But with you I would think about doing it.”



‘I would never pressure you in any way. I want you to know that.”



“I know Ron.” She stood on her toes and kissed him. Smiling he slipped his arm around her waist again and they resumed walking.



After dinner that night Ron was in the common room. Hermione and Harry had gone to bed, but he was finishing a quidditch article when he heard a voice behind him. “Ronald?”



He looked up. “What is it Lavender, I’m about to head to bed soon.”



“I saw you and her. This afternoon.”



“Yes well, we spend free time together. What about it Lavender?” He asked going back to his magazine.



“You never kissed me like that.” She said.



“Lavender, we never connected this way.” He was telling the truth without realizing it. “We did nothing but snog and snog and snog. We never talked. You never asked about my interests and as awful as it is for me to admit, I never asked about yours either, and that is equally my fault.” He stood and looked at her. “We just didn’t care enough about each other to pay attention to much else.”



“Then let’s talk. We can connect that way too. We just have to give it a chance.” Ron was getting really annoyed with her voice. He hated whining.



“Lavender, I want to connect with Pansy. I’m sorry, but she’s the one I want to be with.” He saw her blink several times and quickly made his way to his dorm room before the tears started. If it was one thing Ron Weasley couldn’t handle it was female tears, Gryffindor bravery be dammed.