Pansy's Lover

Ron was busy tending a black cat when one of the interns came in. “Healer Weasley, there’s a gentleman here to see you.”



“Take his animal and begin a chart.” Ron said without looking up.



“He has no pet, he only asked to speak with you.”



Ron looked at the young man confused. “Has he been here before?”



“I don’t remember him being here before, and Ann didn’t seem to recognize him either.” The intern answered.



“Escort him to an empty room and I’ll be with him in a moment.” The intern left and after Ron finished with his patient he sought out the strange man.



‘I’m healer Weasley, can I help you with something?” Ron offered his hand to the man, but took it back with a frown when the man just stood and looked at him. “You did ask to see me?”



“Yes I did. I’m Jason Parish.” He told her.



“I see.” Ron set down his parchments and faced the man before him accessing his lovers husband. He almost chuckles at the differences.



Jason was the same height as Ron but a ministry career did nothing for the man’s physique. Ron’s physical life of dealing with very large animals gave him a strong build. Jason however used his influence and power to wield authority. He was lean but didn’t emanate strength. His dark blonde hair was neatly combed and cut in a traditional office style. It reminded Ron of his own first year haircut. “Then you came for something specific?”



“In a sense. I found out about you and my wife.” If he thought to make an impact he was disappointed. Ron wasn’t the least bit daunted at being confronted with the knowledge.



“I know.” Ron told him.



“I had thought Pansy might have told you. Needless to say it will stop.”



“When Pansy tells me it’s over.” Ron confirmed.



“I am telling you it’s over.” He tried to reaffirm.



“I don’t listen to you, I listen to Pansy.” He took a step forward and met the man’s height and eyes. “I only care about how she feels. Not you. When she tells me she doesn’t want me anymore then I will leave her be, until then she is the one I obey.”



“Do you have any idea what I can do to you?” Jason asked getting mad.



“Nothing.” Ron said with a smirk. “What power do you have over me. This infirmary is mine and the clientele is built on my reputation as a healer, not word of mouth, so you can do or say nothing to harm it. As far as Pansy goes, you have little control over what she does with her time and I don’t think you care enough about her to take time from your career to persuade her otherwise.”



“You would carry on with a married woman, disrespecting her and her husband in the process?” He challenged.



“I am not at all sure Pansy feels disrespected. She has never said as much to me.”



“Her husband has been disrespected I assure you.”



“Her husband has treated her as nothing but a lodger in his house. He doesn’t remember her birthday, let alone when she comes or goes during the day. He has sadly forgotten that he is married, and she is the one who has suffered through the years. She is the only one who has been disrespected, but not by me.”



“I am well aware of my wife‘s activities, or I would not have found out about this.”



“The only reason you found out was because my sister showed up unexpectedly. If that hadn’t happened this would have gone on for many more months.”



“Months?” He said looking confused.



“I thought you were aware?” Ron chuckled. “Did you think this was recent? You really haven’t been paying attention to her have you?” Ron didn’t bother holding in his laugh.



“How long?” Jason demanded.



“A little over four months.” Ron answered. The man knew enough, so telling him how long wouldn’t make any difference. He remained silent while watching Jason go through what he had just heard.



“Would you enjoy it you had a wife and she strayed for four months?’ He asked, his face bright enough to rival the maddest Weasley family member.



“If I had a wife I would not mistreat her to the point that she sought out another man.”



“I have never mistreated my wife. She has everything she wants.’ His eyes were blazing now.



“When is her birthday?” Ron asked. Jason said nothing. “Her favorite book? Where she goes for walks? Her favorite quidditch team? The muggle play she’d most like to see?” Jason remained silent. “I would think a man who knows his wife would know all of these things. Pansy is a woman and wants to be loved as one.”



“Are you telling me you love her?” Jason asked with a sarcastic sneer.



“Her birthday is April 12. Her favorite book is a muggle novel she borrowed from Hermione called Sense and Sensibility. She goes for walks along the gardens behind your manor. He favorite Quidditch team is the Cannons and I take full credit for enlightening her. She would love to see a musical Harry told her about called The Phantom of the Opera.”



Jason stared openly at Ron. “All of this proves nothing.” He was grasping for anything now, but it wasn’t looking good.



“True. In the end Pansy is still your wife. It kills me to know that I can’t give her my name or come home to her, but I at least will never ignore her or make her feel worthless. I will do anything for her, even put up with you if need be. You can’t take away how I treat her. No matter how hard you try.”



Jason stared at Ron for several long moments, then turned and left without another word.



Ron scrawled out a note and sent it off with his hawk. He used a hawk because the bird flew faster then owls and with more determination. The loyal bird would get to Pansy in record time.







Pansy was still reading when Ron’s hawk tapped at her window. She read the brief note and threw it in the fire. She knew Jason would approach Ron, and smiled at Ron’s response. She would get the whole story later, but for now waited for Jason to come home.



She had spent the day thinking and trying her hardest to come to a decision. Over the past few months she had grown close to Ron. Closer then she thought she would.



Ron had mentioned in the beginning being an outlet for her urges, but he had turned into so much more for her. She went to him for more then urges. She went to him to cure her of loneliness and to help with stress, even when she just need to be with him.



Had she not been married she would say he was her boyfriend, and she found herself wishing she lived with him. Jason would not care about whether or not she left. He had stopped caring a long time ago.



She wanted to leave. It was clear now. She had to leave this farce of a marriage. She didn’t want to live a lie anymore. She was unhappy with Jason and she was happy with Ron. She was more than happy with Ron, she was in love with him. She finally admitted it to herself. She was in love with him.



In the middle of her thoughts the door to the manor flew open and her husband made his way to the library. He stared at her for a moment but Pansy sat in silence looking at him.



“Four months!? This has been going on for four months!?” He yelled. She nodded. At her admission he hollered out again. “HOW LONG WOULD YOU HAVE KEPT THIS UP?!”



Pansy smiled, and spoke, completely ignoring his question. “I’ve come to a decision Jason.”



“So have I. This ends now. It’s all over, I’ve spoken to him.”



“And did he say he would stop?” She asked, knowing the answer.



“I don’t need his permission and neither do you! This ends Pansy, you are my wife, not his.”



“I know, but that will change.” She said standing.



“What are you talking about?” He said.



“I want a divorce Jason. I’ve had enough of being nothing to you.” She walked over to him. “I don’t want to live like this. I’m not happy.”



“Divorce is not the answer, Pansy. You are only thinking of this because of him. We can take a vacation, go wherever you want.”



“This has nothing to do with Ron. For the past few years Jason, you have traded me in for the ministry. I didn’t mind having to share you with your career but there are times when you don’t even know I live here. You don’t speak to me for days at a time. You have your assistant take care of gifts because you are too busy to deal with it. I don’t like living like this way Jason.”



The tears had fallen in the process of her admission. She wasn’t sad, but rather hurt that she had to admit her feelings. Pansy had as much pride as anyone, more so being a Slytherin, and telling her husband that she felt like nothing to him was painful for her. Jason had nothing to say. He looked at the woman he married not too long ago. “Do you want me to give up my career to stay here and spend time with you?” He asked. “As hard as I have worked to get where I am and achieve what I want?”



“Of course not Jason, I would never ask you to give what you have gained, but there is something called going home after work. You go to the ministry on the weekends, you stay late into the night, sometimes all night. When was the last time we had dinner together, when was the last time we talked of anything besides your latest project?” She spoke softly. “When was the last time you made love to me Jason. I’m not a part of your life anymore. I want to mean something to someone. I can’t do this anymore, it hurts too much.” She let her tears fall, not having the strength to stop them.



“I work hard to give you whatever you want,” he said to her, his voice was quiet and gentle now, “and it’s still not enough for you?” He was still angry but now he was confused. His wife was not given to emotion, and to see her crying was something he didn’t know how to deal with.



“Jason I’ve never asked you for anything. I have only wanted to be the woman you love, but I’m not.” Pansy wiped her tears. “I’ve been convenience when you need someone on your arm at an event, or you need someone to plan a dinner. Other then that Jason there is no place for me here. There’s no place for me with you.”



“I love you Pansy.” He countered, but the admission had come far to late. Jason didn’t realize it but it had been a year since he had said those words to her, almost a year and a half since he had said them with feeling.



“I know and I believe you Jason, but I don’t feel loved and I just think you love your career more. All I’ve wanted was to be with you. I don’t care about jewels or clothes or being admitted to posh establishments. All the parties in the world mean nothing to me.”



All he could do was stare at her. This was all news to him. “Why haven’t you said anything to me?”



“I’ve tried to. I’ve tried to get you to spend time with me, I’ve tried to tell you I’m not happy, but your response is to have your assistant send me a necklace or pick out a present. I appreciate your ambition Jason but I never wanted to be lost in the process.”



Jason looked aside. Pansy had said what she needed to say. She turned and went to fetch her cloak. When she turned to look at the library door, Jason was standing in it with a hard look on his face. She turned and left the manor without another word.