The Woman in White

Ron waiting anxiously for three days before that familiar owl landed in his yard. He eagerly fed the owl a tray of treats and smiled at the bird snacked and waited. Opening the letter he focused on the elegant script.

‘You have no idea how much of a dream it was to dance in your arms. I always knew you had strong arms and being held made me feel like such a lady. I also want to say that I am sorry for refusing to remove the mask, but I just cannot. You asked it I was afraid and I do admit that I am. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about how you view women. I don’t want you to think of me in that light, but it is also something else. I am not anywhere on the level of beauty that matches the women you have been seen with. The elegance and opulence you saw at the charity dinner was the result of hard work. I am simple, and plain and insecure in many ways. Seeing you look at me as you would a beautiful woman was a fantasy come true. I can still feel your kiss. Thank you from granting me that.’

Ron let his hand ease down to his lap. She thought she was plain and out of his circle. She thought she was pretty enough, but she didn’t know him very well. After Sara, Ron had his fill of painted up women and dressed up dolls. Give him a woman in jeans who wanted to go flying any day.

He looked over at the owl, still waiting. He moved to his office and began to write.

‘My dear lady, you make me feel so shamed of myself. I do not look at women by how they appear or how they make me appear. After my former fiancé, I have learned my lesson very well. I like a woman who likes comfort and not couture. I like to fly and walk in forests, something I had not done with my ex because she would rather be at parties or with friends. She would not have walked in the gardens with me like you did. That simple gesture meant a lot to me.
I am sorry for pushing you to take the mask off and I hope you will forgive me, but why won’t you tell me who you are? I have never had a woman afraid of me before. Angry, yes. Irritated, of course. Annoyed, more then anything. But not afraid. Tell me who you are.’

He fastened the letter to the owl and again watched it fly away. The next several days were filled with a back and forth correspondence between them, learning about each other, or as much as he could learn of her as she would let him.


‘I have known you for some time, you are right in assuming that we are close in age, and we did spent quite a few years there together, but we did not associate. Our friends were in different circles. I will however say that we did have different houses and that is all I will say about school.
I will again say that I do not want you to assume that I am after your money or your name. I have always found you honest and the perfect gentleman, I only wish to be around that gentleman, nothing more. I am afraid that I might do something to earn your animosity, and I can’t risk that. I don’t want to make any mistakes that would put me in the category of woman that hurt you. I would kill me to be seen in your eyes that way.’

‘I appreciate your honesty more then anything. After being lied to for so long, I value the truth, even if it a truth that puts me in a bad light. I know the things I have said to women lately makes me seem misogynistic but I am not. I abhor women who use men for entertainment, however that is not one sided. I detest men who behave this way as well. Honesty and truth is always rewarded. My former fiancé laughed about me to her friends. Would I be a joke to you? Have you told any friends about the trick you played on me? If this is not your intention then you have nothing to fear from me. If we had been at Hogwarts together as long as you say then you would have known the young man I was. I appreciated honesty then, and I still do. I am more cautious now however, having been through my experiences. I am sure you can relate to lessons life may have taught you. To be honest, you fascinate me. I am curious and I want to know more.’

‘Yes, I knew the young man you were, anxious to experience everything and always forgiving. I hate that this woman you were with used you in a horrible way. I would treasure you as the jewel you are. There are so many men who cheat, and lie, and abuse the women they are with. This was one of the reasons I always found you so attractive. You treated girls with such a respect and chivalrous manner that it was so enduring and it fed my fantasies and daydreams for several years. The man you are now has given me more food for daydreams and fantasies. You are the man I had always envisioned you would be.’


‘You talk about daydreams and fantasies but you have yet to ask me anything. You must want to know something. There must be some wish I could grant. There must be some dream that you have had over the years that has become a torture. I want to see you again. You haven’t said you would meet me. Pick a time, pick a place, I will be there. Anywhere. I will be the perfect gentleman in every way.’


The woman in white set the letter down, and calmed her shaking hands. He was right, there was something that had become a torture for her. There was something that drove her mad with wanting and yearning. Should she ask? She couldn’t ask for that. Maybe she should just tell him what it is? She didn’t have to ask for it. Telling him would answer his question and she had yet to think of a place to meet him. She didn’t know if she could. What would they do. She couldn’t talk but she could interact with him.


‘I am thinking of a place to meet where I can be comfortable. I do want to meet you, and rest assured I am thinking of a way. You were correct in thinking that I have a long lingering fantasy and I do. I blush even as I write this and I do admit that I have dreamed countless times of intimate situations. Waking up in your arms after a long night. Being held flesh to flesh. It’s something that has caused many restless nights and many heated afternoons. I cannot imagine how this will be greeted, but you asked and I answered.’


The letter fell to Ron’s feet. He was now sporting the biggest erection he had in months. The memory of her body against his while they danced filled his head. She wanted to sleep with him, did she? Well, he was more then alright with that. He’d even let her keep the mask on if she wanted. Maybe once she’d had him, she would tell him who she was.

He thought again of how she tried so hard to keep herself a secret. He wanted to know. He had to know. No woman had ever gone to this much trouble to show him how she felt. The fact that she did it to make sure he knew she wasn’t using him endeared him all the more. This was a unique woman and he’d be a fool to let her just slip away without trying.


“My dear woman in white, you have no idea how that letter turned me on. To have you in my arms again would be such a joy. Dancing with you felt so right and I would love the chance to hold you again. Flesh to flesh is an interesting phrase to use. I only held your hand in the gardens and I want more. You will meet me then? You said you were thinking of a place for us to meet. I want to invite you to my home. Come to my house and let me make that dream of yours come true. Let me hold you in the night. Set whatever rules you want. I will follow them all.’


She let the letter fall into her lap as she collapsed in a chair. Her breathe was labored. He was willing to give her anything she asked for. All she had to do was agree.

She took a deep breathe in. What she had dreamed and wished for over the years was at her fingertips. All she had to do was reach out and take it. She had only to write to him and tell him yes.

Would it be everything she imagined it would be? Would he be the lover of her dreams? Would he be pleased with her? Would he enjoy her? Or would he dismiss her as inexperienced and worthless.

To have a single night in his arms, the risk would be worth it. She could always leave before he woke. She could always find a moment to slip away. That would be the safe way out. The risk of his rejection in the morning was too great. Slipping away was the best thing to do.

He even said he would follow her rules. She smiled to herself. She could have it all. She could have her night and she could safely leave before she became a disappointment.

‘You have convinced me to take a chance. Tell me where to go tomorrow night. Do not try to remove my mask. Do not place any anti-apparition charms on your home. Please leave your wand in full view on a table and safely out of hand. Do not bother preparing any food or drinks, I won’t accept them. Do not use sex as a weapon, and torture me to reveal my secrets. Promise me that you will help me keep my secret and I will join you.’


Ron read the letter several times. She honestly considered that he might slip her a potion or curse to find out who she was. He felt guilt fill him. After he had tried to remove her mask, no doubt she thought he might try harder. Never in his life had a woman mistrusted him so much. Lately his words had caused hatred from the fairer sex but he was still honest with how he felt. Brutally honest yes, but still he gave no reason for mistrust. His word was always kept, no matter what.

He had no control over how someone interpreted his words. If this panic was what he had caused then he had to fix it. He had to make it right. He quickly wrote out a letter.

‘I know that you are more cautious now, because I tried to remove your feather, but that is my fault. These are the rules you have given me and I will follow them all, I promise. You will have no reason to worry. I will make no attempt to know you, except physically. I will make this dream come true and maybe then, you will have a reason to trust me. Maybe after tomorrow night you can feel free to tell me your name. That is all I ask.’

Ron sent the letter off with his address and began preparing his house for the following night. Tomorrow at 8, she would be his.


A/N: Sorry about the mis up everyone.