The Alternative to Matrimony

Pansy quickly changed her clothes, fixed her make up and left the hotel.



She walked down Diagon Alley to Flourish and Blotts. Even though she had never been in this particular section, she knew the books relating to Sex and Relationships were towards the back.



Her eyes widened at some of the selections, but with determination she kept looking.



Ron had left her quite a big amount. She could replace her whole wardrobe if she wanted to, but she didn’t need anymore clothes. She planned to buy some books to learn how to please Ron. Romance novels only went so far. She needed to learn technique, and this section was as good a place as any to start.



She continued her search going through the titles. She bypassed the titles relating to relationships and courting, they were no use to her. Her eyes strayed to a title that caught her eye. She reached for the book, looking at the cover. “The Ultimate Oral Experience for Your Wizard”.



It was written by Mortisha Desmond. Pansy flipped open to a random page. It was illustrated. The images moving as the topics described. It was too valuable a tool for Pansy to ignore.



She held the book close as she continued the search. She caught sight of another title and reached for the book. “Incredibly Satisfying Sexual Positions”. It was a thick book. Pansy opened it and saw that it read like an encyclopedia. As with the other book, it was illustrated as well.



She took her two books and moved to the front. As she passed the periodicals, a thought struck her. She quietly called, “Leeky?” The elf appeared right beside her.



“Yes Miss?” Pansy gestured to the business section.



“Do you know if Ron reads any of these?” She asked.



“Leeky always sees these two Miss.”



Pansy took the two that Leeky indicated and thanked the little creature before she popped out.



With her purchases in hand, she went back to the hotel, ordering supper downstairs, then went back to her room.



While she ate, she read through The Daily Prophet that Ron had left. When she finished, she picked up one of the business periodicals and tried to make sense of it. It was like reading a textbook, with its listings of values and profits. She couldn’t make heads or tails out of it so she put it aside before she got a headache, and picked up the other one.



The second one read like a who’s who of the business world. It was a manual type magazine of successful businessmen. She recognized several who had come to have tea with her father, and of course she knew the parents of her fellow Slytherins.



She grew angry at the photo of her father. The people who wrote this didn’t know how stable his business was. The images of her parents gave the illusion of love struck teenagers, but Pansy knew it was an act. She didn’t bother reading the article about the Sundersons.



She froze when she turned the page. A photo of Ron and his wife headed the article. She had big bright eyes, and a wide smile. Her brown curly hair fell to her waist and was brightened by blonde highlights. Pansy couldn’t help but notice the differences between them.



Sara Weasley was as tall. From the photo she was only about three or four inches shorter then him. With heels she surpassed his jaw line. She was thin and slender. Her breasts were small and barely filled out her dress.



Pansy on the other hand was shorter in stature, barely passing Ron’s shoulder. She was curvy, with an ample ass and a good amount of cleavage. She filled her jeans and the buttons of blouses were strained so she stuck to v neck knits and cotton sweaters.



Ron’s wife hung on his arm, flashing a wonderful smile to the camera. She looked every inch the successful mans wife.



Ron looked decidedly uncomfortable. He was dressed in fabulous dress robes, but his face was filled with annoyance. It was obvious he wanted to be elsewhere. Pansy looked at the caption.



“Ron Weasley, investment genius, and his wife, Sara, made circulations at the gala benefit for the Ottery St. Catchpole orphanage. Mr. Weasley’s generous donation to the charity was one of the highest of the night, second only to Draco Malfoy.”



Pansy looked at Ron’s picture again. She felt hurt for him. The woman on his arm, didn’t want him. She had a impression Ron was feeling lonely when the photo was taken. If Sara Weasley didn’t want him, then Pansy would show him that she did.



She looked at his wife with disdain. How could she not want him? She was his wife. She had access to him daily. Pansy had only been in his company a shirt while and felt his kindness in spades. She also felt his passion and his need for connection. How could a woman not want more of that?



She closed the issue and thought no more of Sara Weasley. She took her two ‘educational’ books and relaxed on the bed.



She went through the book on positions first. The first one she knew. Ron used missionary when he was with her. As she read on, she realized why. According to the text, it was the simplest and most widely used. It was also excellent for eye contact, which Ron needed from her. The text said that by raising her knees, it would allow him to penetrate deeper.



She thought about the night before. She had the urge to wrap her legs around his waist. Was that because she wanted him deeper. One of the photos of the varying styles showed the exact position she was in. She pulled out her quill and made a notation in the margin.



As she read through, she made notes. Some of the positions caused her to blush, but she read on. Eventually the excitement of the day got to her. At around 4:30 she fell asleep with the book in her lap.