I Promise, My Son

Ryan was surprised to find Ron at the breakfast table the next morning. “Where are your shoes?” He asked climbing into his chair. Before he could answer, Ryan fired out another question. “Where’s your shirt?”



Ron looked up to Pansy. He was in his jeans and t shirt, leaving his shirt in Pansy room with a pressing charm. “Well…..” He started.



“Did you spend the night?” He asked staring with huge eyes at Ron.



Pansy gave him a smile behind her coffee cup. “Yes, Ryan, I did spend the night.” He said.



“Where did you sleep?” He asked confused. Ron panicked as he tried to think of an answer, but Pansy saved him.



“Ron slept in my room.” She said. Ryan looked from his mother to his father and Ron suddenly realized what he was thinking. Ryan hadn’t grown up with two parents in his home, his mother hadn’t even had a live in boyfriend, so he knew nothing about how traditional parents lived. To him, his parents sleeping together was a confusing concept. He was most likely trying to put two and two together.



“Why?” He asked Ron with a furled brow. Ron looked over at Pansy but she was at a loss.



“Because I wanted to spend the time with your mom.” He said, hoping he would ask anymore questions. Ryan stared at his plate picking at his eggs. Ron looked over at Pansy again and the look she was wearing said the same thing he was thinking. Please don’t let this boy think of another question. Please don’t let this boy think of another question. Please don’t let this…..



Ryan let out a loud gasp. “Were you kissing her again?!” He asked nearly jumping out of his chair.



“Ryan, sit down, you almost spilled your milk.” She moved his glass away from the edge.



“Sorry mum.” He said down then focused on Ron again. “Were you?”



Ron couldn’t avoid it. His son was staring at him and wouldn’t stop until he had his answer.



“Yes, I was.” He said, sipping his coffee.



“Again?” He said. Ron smiled at that face, thinking it wouldn’t be too long before he would be kissing girls himself.



“Yes.” He leaned down and whispered in the boys ear. “I like kissing her.”



“Ewww.” He said, looking at his plate and stabbing his eggs. Pansy looked over at him but all he gave her was a wink.



Ron ended up spending the whole weekend with Pansy and Ryan. His son asked no more questions and seemed to enjoy having another seat at the table and two people reading to him at night. He eagerly looked for Ron in the morning and hugged him tightly before bedtime.



Ron went back to his own house, with the promise to Ryan that Pansy and him were going to spend the next weekend at his home, where he could try out his new bed. Pansy was a little apprehensive about staying at Ron’s, but Ryan was so excited about it.



Having Ron in bed made her feel sexy. The way he looked at her made her feel like a woman in every sense. He touched her as if discovering her for the first time. He took his time and touched her in the most intimate and tender ways.



As she sat in her front room relaxing she thought about the last night he was here. He ran his hands over her legs from ankle to hip. “You have the most succulent skin I’ve ever felt.” He ran his lips over her thigh from knee to her hip bone. “Your curves are womanly and tempting.”



Pansy had laid on her bed, with her eyes closed and a smile on her face as she open her legs, massaging her limbs. She had come twice, but this was post coital pillow talk for Ron, telling her how sexy she was.



“You smell thoroughly satisfied.” He told her inhaling the curls at the apex of her thighs. “You have the most delicious taste and I could live off of it.”



Pansy had listened intently to every compliment he gave her. He spoke of her embrace, her warmth, her kisses, even her hair. He paid a worship to her and took time to make sure she knew how he thought of her.



She smiled to the empty room, thinking of how warm her bed had been this weekend. She had to admit, after five years of sleeping alone, it felt wonderful to wake up next to him. She looked forward to their weekend at his home.



Ryan was eagerly anticipating it as well. He went over and over what toys to bring with him, until Pansy reminded him that Ron would be showing him how to fly. He abandoned his toys in exchange for plenty of clothes with quidditch themes.



By the time the weekend came around Ryan was planning flying lessons. Ryan had his small rucksack packed, even though it was pointless because he had clothes of his own at Ron’s. He was out the door without even inviting Ron inside.



The moment they were inside Ryan took off to his room. Ron took Pansy’s bag and put it in his room, planning to ask if Pansy and Ryan wanted to go for a flight, but Ryan was already running down the hall. “Mum, are you going to sleep in the extra room or with Ron?”



“Ryan, calm down, and I’m sharing Ron’s room.” She said, leaning down and retying his shoe.



“Didn’t you do enough kissing at our house?” He asked frowning. Ron chuckled as Ryan ran off.





Ryan’s first flight went fabulous. He had a natural love of flight and controlled his broom with accuracy. Ron was impressed with his progress. “He’s amazing Pansy, like he’d been flying for years.” Ron said as they prepared sandwiches in the kitchen. “Has he ever flown before?”



“No, I never got him a broom, and Draco always wanted to teach him but he understood how I felt about flying.” She told him, slicing sandwiches in half.



“Well, he’s a natural. He’ll be on the house team without a doubt.” Ron told her as they carried plates to the table for lunch.



“Yes,” she smiled, “I can just see him in Slytherin colors during the first match of the year.”



Ron raced back from the kitchen with a pitcher of pumpkin juice. “Slytherin colors? That boy is a Gryffindor, through and through.” He said pouring glasses.



“It takes more then red hair to be placed in a certain house you know.” She said giving him an evil grin.



“Oh really?” He said returning the grin with exaggeration. Pansy let out a giggle and called Ryan for lunch.







Fred and George came by after lunch to have a mini quidditch match. Pansy was able to relax with their wives on the patio while the boys flew about. It was easy to refer to them as boys, since they were all name calling like boys.



Ryan on the other hand, had never had so much fun. He was sweaty and covered in dirt from the quaffles that landed on the ground. Pansy had absolutely forbid bludgers at his young age. There was no way she was risking the kind of injuries she knew could come from bludgers.



Pansy lounged in the tub that Ron had is his master bath, while Ron gave Ryan a bath in the hall bathroom. She had lowered the lights and lit several free floating candles. She hadn’t had a chance to relax and soak in a long time and she was taking advantage of it.



“Can I do your back?” She looked up to the door and found Ron with a towel over his shoulder.



“I’ve done my back.” She said.



“Can I do your front?” He asked, earning a smirk from the languishing form in his tub. He walked in and transfigured a towel rack into a stool. Sitting down he looked at her relaxed form.



“What are you staring at?” She teased, lifting a leg from the bubbles.



“A bathing goddess.” He said smiling at her. She let her eyes drift shut and lowered her leg. “I thought we might talk.”



“About what?” She asked still not opening his eyes.



“You doing the dishes are lunch and dinner. The cleaning up while we were flying.” He told her, and she felt a lock of hair being brushed away from her brow.



“What about it?” She asked.



“You don’t have to. I can always take a wand to anything that needs to be cleaned.” He told her.



“I don’t mind Ron. I do it at my own home, cleaning after me and Ryan, what’s a dish and cup more?” She said.



“I wanted you to relax this weekend.” He told her.



“I am relaxing,” she gave a long and drawn out stretch in the tub, “can’t you see me relaxing.”



“Yes, I can.” He said, sliding the seat closer and leaning on his forearms on the tub. “I don’t want you to think you have to be a maid.”



“Do you think I am a maid in my own home?” She asked opening her eyes and looking at him.



“No, you are misunderstanding me.” He said.



“Ron, I know what you are trying to say and believe me, I know I can use a wand for anything, but some tasks are relaxing to me.”



“Such as bathing?” He asked, popping a few bubbles on her shoulder.



“Well this is a luxury, not a task.” She said. She gripped the sides of the tub and stood up, letting the water fall down her body. Picking up her wand, she cast a shower of water over her body rising away the subs and bubbles. Ron’s eyes never moved from her frame.



She was gorgeous. He took a towel and held it out, closing his arms around her as she exited the tub. She dried her off and used his wand to make sure he didn’t miss a spot. Then he carried her off to his room.



He laid her out on her back and touched every inch of skin. They tried to make slow love but their bodies had other ideas. Soon Pansy was riding him like a champion thoroughbred. Their bodies were slick with sweat and she grunted out as her hips thrust hard over him.



Ron held himself back as much as he could, waiting until she had what she wanted. He felt her tighten up and clamp down on his, unleashed a wave of heat over him. He cried out with her as he let his body go and spewed his seamen upward into her. Together they collapsed on their sides, holding each other, their labored breathing the only sound in the room.



“My goodness woman, you challenge my self control.” He heaved out, holding her close.



“I don’t see you turning down challenges.” She said, cuddling up to him.



“I never would.” He said. They relaxed nestled up in a sweaty tangle of limbs. “I’d like to you and Ryan to move in.” He said softly.



“I know you would. Ryan would love it too. But I need time to think.” She said.



“Alright Pansy, take all the time you need.” He said. He knew it would have been too soon for her, but he had to make his desires known. He wanted to have the family that he and pansy should have had. They missed out on so much together and he didn’t want to miss out on anymore.



Pansy would think seriously about moving in, he knew that. Until she came to a decision Ron would try and let her see how much he needed them both.





A/N: Response to architect review : I couldn’t have enjoyed that rant more. I’ve seen Emma Watson in interviews and she doesn’t know how to appear insightful, she sounds like she repeats what he publicist or PR person writes out. I hope she goes back to school for something because acting doesn’t appear to be her forte.