Welcome to Cloud Nine

Ron and Pansy attended the club regularly, always observing and watching, and enjoying each other. Pansy was supportive of many things but still only felt comfortable sharing her body with Ron. Other people watching didn’t bother her, and at the club she could bask in their praise without the pressures of another partner.



Their personal relationship was also deepened as the next two months passed by. They spent time together often and had both heated, passionate sex and gentle, tender love making. She had found in him a man of understanding, who was willing to listen and communicate with her and she liked it. Ron found a woman who understood his desires and wasn’t judgmental with him or with anyone else. He liked it as well.



Pansy had been approached by the hostess many times about a membership, but when it came down to it, she was more comfortable going with Ron. The one time she ventured from Ron to the ladies room, she found herself approached by no less then 6 men on the short trip and she would rather avoid that.



This night, they decided to partake in the observation theater. It was the first room he had taken her to all those weeks ago and a show featuring three men was planned. Pansy thought the image of men together was sexy and was looking forward to it.



Hand in hand they walked down the hallway, passing a lounging area. “Pansy?” They stopped and when Pansy looked toward the voice, her eyes widened.



“Brian?” Seeing him again was a shock, particularly in this setting. She tightened her grip on Ron’s hand and he returned it, moving a bit closer to show his support. She was apprehensive with this man for some reason, so his guard was raised.



“It’s nice seeing you again. I never would have thought this was a place I’d be running into you.” He hadn’t looked at Ron yet, merely kept his eyes on her, and it was making her nervous.



“This is my boyfriend Ron.” She said. The other man was forced to acknowledge him now, but he was met with a forced grin of greeting that didn’t last long. “Ron, this is Brian Hanover. We used to date a while ago.”



“A pleasure to meet you Ron.” Brian held out a hand, and Ron quickly shook it. So that’s why Pansy was suddenly on edge. This was her ex and there were obviously issued regarding their breakup. Well, Brian’s loss was his gain and he would have to deal with him now.



“A pleasure as well Brian.” Ron returned, then looped his arm around Pansy’s shoulders, bringing her close. “I haven’t seen you here before.”



“I had to leave England on a research trip some months back, but now I’m home. I haven attended sporadically, but usually during the Quidditch season.” Brian told him. Ron knew instantly what this man was doing. He was telling Ron that he was familiar with the club as much as he was, and that he knew what Ron did for a living. Ron grinned at the man.



“Ah yes. The season leaves less time to come here, but the boys and I always find time.” Ron watched the other man take this in. Ron wasn’t the least be threatened by this worm. His visits to the club have already been made public but the media. He wasn’t ashamed. He even gave an interview a few years ago praising the club, and when the public found out he wasn’t embarrassed they promptly forgot.



“Well, perhaps we shall all run into each other again in one of the rooms?” He told the couple. Ron merely nodded, but Pansy did nothing. He gave her a long look then went back to his seat where a few other gentlemen were also sitting and having a drink.



“Ron, lets go.” She said. When he continued toward the room, she stopped him. “No, I meant let’s leave.”



“Alright.” He ushered her toward the entrance. He would get her back to his place and they would talk. He wanted to know what it was about this man that made her so nervous, but this was not the place. He needed to get her to a place where she would be comfortable.



It took only moments to get to Ron’s house. Pansy fell into the welcoming loveseat while Ron poured them each a drink. She smiled up at him as she took the glass. She was calm now and relaxed beside him.



“Tell me about him.” Ron said, without demand or jealousy. He was merely concerned and Pansy knew it.



“We dated about a year and a half ago. He worked for my father and was around the estate a lot. When he moved on to another field we kept in touch, and began dating. He was affectionate, but he was also had a habit of trying to persuade and pressure. He pushed me and pushed me for things I wasn’t ready for. Sex with him wasn’t about connection or sharing, it was about the act and about trying this or that.”



Ron nodded. He knew men who viewed it that way as well. “And he thought that as his girlfrined, you should ablige him?” He asked.



“Yes. That was always his main point. If I loved him, I should want to please him.” Pansy took a drink then set her glass aside. “I never loved him though. Dating someone doesn’t mean you love them.”



“I agree.” He told her honestly.



“Needless to say the pressure got to be too much. We were having sex one night and he had been asking for anal for months. It was not something I wanted to do, especially with a man who just wanted the act. He didn’t want to feel closer to me at all. I always said no, but that night, he tried it anyway. I pushed off, but he grabbed me. He tried it again ignoring the fact that I kept saying no. I managed to get a hold of my wand and sent a hex at him. I made him leave after that and the next day sent anything that he left at my house back to him.”



“He tried to rape you?” Ron felt the urge to kill rise in his system.



“I didn’t want to find out if he would have gone that far. I never saw him again after that. Tonight was the first night I have seen him since.” She closed her eyes and let her head roll against his shoulder.



“Did he ever hit you or abuse you in any way?” Ron asked, wanting to get a feel of whether this guy was a threat or not.



“No, he never hit me or even called me any names. He never said anything degrading either. He was a talking and manipulator.” She leaned into his body and he eagerly returned her cuddle. “I’m glad I wasn’t alone. He may have tried to find a way to get me alone, or even up to the top rooms.”



“You can always tell the hostess that you have issues with him, that way she can make sure you stay apart.” Ron told her.



“How could she do that?” Pansy looked up at him with curiosity.



“She would have sent a house elf to follow him or follow you and make sure that you remained apart. The house elf magic if ancient and they could have redirected Brian to go where they wanted him to go, which could have been anywhere you weren’t.” He explained. “She did that for a reporter who managed to follow me inside once.”



“Well, that’s not necessary. Now that I know he’s back I know to watch out for him.” She said.



“Will you do something for me?” He asked. “If he tries to contact you, will you let me know.”



“Of course.” She said, and leaned in for a kiss. They spent the evening on the loveseat having a good old fashioned snog.











The next day Ron took a trip to the Ministry of Magic. He quickly found Harry’s office and the bespeckled man in his chair.



“Hey Ron.” His longtime friend greeted him and offered a chair.



“Hey Harry. I’d like to say this is a social visit, but I actually need a favor.” He said taking a seat.



Harry immediately turned serious. “What do you need?”



“I need you to check up on an ex boyfriend of Pansy’s. His name is Brian Hanover and when we ran into him last night, I got a stranger feeling about him. When Pansy told me about him, it made me nervous. I want to make sure that she isn’t in danger.”



‘I know what you mean. I’ve met him.” Harry said leaning back in his chair.



“How?” Ron asked, leaning forward.



“He’s a financial planner and he has friends who work in the Ministry Treasurer department. When they get outside advice of information they bring in planners to overlook projects before taking them to the Minister. He’s one who’s been called a lot since he came back to England about two weeks ago, if rumors are to be believed.” Harry explained.



“How did he strike you?” Ron asked.



“Arrogant, conniving, two faced, fake, chauvinistic.” Harry rattled off.



“That’s how I saw him. He made it clear that he knew what I did for a living, and tried to make it sound like a threat.”



“You’re a pro Quidditch player, everyone knows what you do for a living. Anyone who doesn’t like Quidditch wont care anyway.” Harry said confused as to how it could have been a threat.



‘Yep, but he tried anyway. He made Pansy nervous because we ran into him at Cloud Nine.” Ron watched his friend smile.



“No doubt that man frequents to upper rooms.” Harry shook his head in disgust. He didn’t look down on people who used the room, just as Ron didn’t. He looked down on those that used to rooms to inflict pain, and not to fulfill fantasy and pleasure. He was one who abused the club and turned it into something dirty.



“Will you check him out? If Pansy is in danger, I need to know.” Ron said.



“Yes, I’ll have something for you soon.” He grinned. “You and Pansy are getting serious then?”



“Yes.” Ron couldn’t help but smile. “She’s going to spend the whole weekend at my house and I can’t wait.”



“I bet you can’t.” He sat up and fished out a blank parchment. “I’ll let you know the moment I have something.”



“Thanks mate.” He left Harry’s office. Taking a turn, he made his way to his father’s office. It had been some time since he shared a lunch with his father and he was due.



“Weasley.” He stopped and looked to the side, seeing the smiling face of Pansy’s ex coming toward him.



“Hanover.” He returned and then resumed walking.



“Wait. Do you have a moment?” He was standing on front of him now, that smile still firmly in place.



“No I don’t. Excuse me.” He took one step before Brian spoke again.



‘It wont last.” He said calmly.



“What won’t last?” Ron asked, without turning around.



“You and Pans.” He said, taking a step closer. “She’s a prude. You wont be able to get anything out of her. To put if frankly she’s a boring shag. I’m surprised you got her into that club. No doubt all she does it watch.”



Ron turned and faced the man, keeping his face devoid of emotion. He learned while playing Quidditch, that the other team builds confidence if you show frustration of any kind. “What me and Pansy have, he said, emphasizing her name, “is none of your business.” He spoke with a smooth even voice. Then he turned and walked away, leaving Brian staring after him.



He made it to his fathers office and sat in a worn out chair. His father was the kind to walk a memo over to a colleague rather than sending it fluttering on its own. That’s why Arthur Weasley had so many friends in the Ministry.



“Ron!” His fathers excited voice brought him to his feet.



“Dad, how are you?” He asked wrapping his father in a hug.



“Good, son, good. I’m glad you stopped by. Your mother is planned a family dinner this weekend, since Charlie is here visiting. You’ll be able to make it Saturday?” He asked dropping into his chair.



“Of course. Same dinner time as usual?” Ron asked, taking his own chair again.



“When has it ever changed from 7 o’clock?” Arthur’s smile was contagious and Ron returned it.



“I’d like to bring Pansy with me if that’s alright?” Ron watched his fathers smile grow.



“That would be wonderful. I can’t wait to meet her personally.” He said. “Say Ron, are you entering into any investments by chance?”



“No, why?” Ron asked, clueless.



“One of the financial gurus asked how long you had been playing Quidditch. I thought maybe they were either a fan but seeing as how they didn’t ask me to score an autograph, maybe they were seeing how stable your money was.”



Ron felt his ear turning red with anger. “Did this financial guru have a name?”



“Brian something or other. He’s not really with the Ministry so I didn’t have to tell him anything. When he realized I was going to talk to him, he left. I didn’t really care for the man.” Arthur said.



Ron felt justified in his pursuit to find out more about him. His father was a good judge of character and Ron valued his opinion. If his father didn’t care for the man, that was enough for Ron. “Thanks for the heads up dad, I’m sure it’s nothing.”



Arthur dismissed the topic and Ron left soon afterward. His anger was reaching a heated boil. This Brian Hanover was turning out to be more a threat then Ron originally thought.