Pansy's Lover

Ron had settled himself in his chair with his Quidditch magazine and a glass of wine. He was sure Pansy was having words with her husband, and he wondered what was being said. Maybe he could convince her to give him a penseive.



He was smiling at the humorous scenarios he was creating in his mind when the back entrance opened. He stood up and set his wine aside. That was Pansy’s entrance, only she knew about it. Sure enough she walked down the hall and looked at him.



They stared at each other for a moment. She had a peaceful look on her face. He gave her a small smile. “I left him.” Was all she said and at first Ron wasn’t sure he heard her right. Her face slowly grew to a smile and she hurled herself at him. Ron lifted her off the ground and spun her around, crushing her ribs in his embrace. She was his. She was finally all his.



Pansy took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. He returned it feeling how much of herself she was giving. He felt the urgency and the lust radiating off of her. She locked her legs around his waist and yanked on his shirt.



“A bit randy are we?” Ron joked walking back to the bedroom, holding her ass in his hands.



“Yes, so don’t tease me Ron.” She let her legs release him and settle on the floor. She brought her hands around and began pulling his jeans open.



“Wow,” he said as he watched her, “ no desire for foreplay tonight?” He added a chuckle. “Normally you always waaaaaaaaaaaa…………” He was silenced as Pansy took his cock in her mouth, sliding as deep as she could.



Ron moved her hair aside and held it gently out of the way. He loved watching her lips working over his cock. He was hard as can be as she sucked him, slurping and stroking him with the flat of her tongue.



She pulled away and looked up at him. There was a strand of saliva connecting his head to her lips and Ron had never seen a sexier sight then her lips plump from sucking him off.



She continued stroking him as she looked up in his eyes. He was just as hungry as she was, she could tell. His chest was rising and falling, and his eyes were half closed. Pansy clenched her teeth and rose one side up in a grin.



She pushed on his jeans, moving them down his hips. Her frantic desperation to get his clothes off didn’t go unappreciated. He returned her actions and in mere moments had her stripped as well.



Clutching to each other they fell back on the bed. Pansy let her legs fall open and welcomed his weight. Locking her ankles at the small of his back she arched her hips trying to take him inside her.



“Fuck me Ron, now.” She gasped out, positioning her pussy.



“Bloody hell woman.” Ron was getting off on her frantic attempts. She was randy as all hell, he could smell and feel her heat. Pulling his hips back and adjust his frame until he felt her entrance on his head, then he thrust home.



“YES!!!!!” She screamed out arching her body into his. She covered his face with kissed. “Yes, Ron, more, give me more.”



“Anything you want my lovely.” Ron told her thrusting in and out. He moved easily, thrusting deep the way she liked it.



“Harder Ron, its not enough.” She told him, pulling his shoulders.



“Not enough it is?” He hooked her knee on his elbow, planting a fist at her side. “Harder you want?” He pulled back and thrust hard, pulling out a shriek from his woman. “You wanted it this way didn’t you?” He teased, driving into her body, and watching her breasts bounce about.



“Yes!” She cried, keeping her body open to his.



“You like this do you?” He asked again. When she said nothing, he froze. “Do you like it?” He smiled as her body tried to thrust up, but his weight held her still.



“Yes, yes I do, now keep going!” She yelled, wrapping her arms around him and pulling frantically.



“Whatever my lady wants.” He drew back and began a pummeling pace. Pansy let out every shriek and cry in her body, holding his arms as she was driven across his bed.



“Oh Merlin Ron, I love you.” She cried out. Ron began fucking her harder. He heard her words and they went straight to his heart. He reached up with his other hands and turned her head to face him. He kissed her with possession, marking his territory.



“I love you too Pansy.” He whispered in her ear. Their bodies bucked and writhed against each other. Limbs combined with limbs and soon they became a mass of flesh coated with sweat.



Pansy pussy tightening down on his cock and coating him with her release brought about his own. He howled into her open mouth as he came inside her. Pansy held her lover close, smiling as they eventually drifted off to sleep.





Two weeks later Pansy was meeting with Hermione. Pansy had hired her to oversee her divorce proceedings. Everything had been done through Hermione, Pansy only needed be here at this final hearing.



Against Hermione’s advice, Pansy had forfeited everything but what she herself had brought to her marriage. The Parkinson family jewels would remain hers, as well as any money entrusted from her family estate, a fortune in itself. She would receive nothing from Jason. Hermione had wanted to push for some form of spousal maintenance but Pansy refused to be connected with him any longer.



Together the two ladies walked into the ministry courtroom. Jason and his representing legal counsel were already there. The legal panel were slowly entering and taking their seats.



Pansy sat down and folded her hands in her lap. Hermione took out a few parchments and arranged what she needed. Pansy could feel Jason looking at her but she looked at the panel and said nothing. Hermione would speak for her. Unless the panel addressed her directly she would remained silent.



The panel made sure Pansy knew what she was doing when she refused any settlement or assets. “My client wishes nothing but the dissolution of her marriage. She wants nothing else.”



“Honorable council members, my client Mr. Parish has provided his wife with a veritable fortune in jewels and properties that he wishes to retain control of. Seeing as how Mrs. Parish chose to go outside of their marriage, we feel this is a fair argument and she should retain no possession of these.”



“Again I state that Mrs. Parish is not asking for anything. The home and other properties, he can keep. Mrs. Parish doesn’t wish her jewels either, only the Parkinson heirloom jewels, which according to the law are hers in full right, not her spouse‘s. As I have said, Mr. Parish is not being challenged for anything. Pansy only wants to dissolve her marriage.”



“Mrs. Parish, you do understand that you will receive nothing from this separation. You will retain only what you inherited from your family, not what you and your husband established together.”



Pansy looked up at Hermione, who gave her a nod to answer. She stood and spoke her mind. “Madam, my husband built his fortune on his own. I merely attended an event every now and them when it was appropriate for him to have a date. Seeing as how he himself built his fortune he should be the one to keep it. He did after all trade in his marriage for it, so I have no wish for any part of it. I want only an end to this union and the use of my maiden name again. Nothing more.”



She sat down. The panel looked about and Pansy saw several shrug their shoulders. The older woman who sat on the center spoke. “With that being said Mr. Parish will retain all properties in his name, including gifts and jewels other than those his wife brought with her on their marriage. No settlement or maintenance will be given and at this time the ministry of magic hereby considers your marriage severed.” Pansy looked over to Hermione and smiled, a large burden now lifted from her shoulders. “To refer to your maiden name again, Mrs. Parish you need only file the proper papers with the ministry once the parchments of marital dissolution have been processed. Good luck to you both. This hearing is concluded.”



The panel filed out. Pansy thanked Hermione and the two women left the courtroom. As Pansy sat on a bench Hermione went to get the papers to change her name. She wanted everything done as soon as possible.



She saw a shadow move near her feet and look up at her side. Jason stood there looking down at her. For a long moment Pansy said nothing, she just looked at the man she had once been married to.



When he spoke it was soft and low, but Pansy heard it. “I only ever wanted to give you what you wanted.” He said.



“I know Jason. I know. Please don’t think I didn’t appreciate it, because I did appreciate it. I just wanted you more then pretty things.”



He nodded and looked about. In the years he had forgotten how to speak to her so all he said was. “I wish you well Pansy, but at least believe that I did love you. I never stopped even if it seems like I did.” She nodded. She knew he meant it.



He turned and left. Hermione arrived a moment later and the two ladies left the ministry. Pansy returned to Ron’s house. It was hers too he had told her. Two weeks ago when she said she had left Jason, he asked her to move in. Pansy was willing to find a flat of her own, not wanting to intrude on his privacy but Ron would hear none of it. He wanted her to live with him.



Together they moved her belongings in, while Hermione had begun her divorce. It was easy since she didn’t have much. Her clothes were basic since she opted to leave move of the expensive ball gowns at the manor. Jason had bought them to wear to ministry parties or benefits so she had no use for them. She did have her own collection of books and Ron happily gave her a guest room to change into a library. He was comforted at seeing her toiletries in the bathroom next to his. He loved seeing her photos alongside his around the house. It had truly become a home with Pansy living there.



When he was called to the animal infirmary at odd hours of the night, she would go with him if he needed the help. She also took to making him small meals if it was a time consuming situation. She was ever supportive of him and for a moment he wondered if she was like this with Jason, but soon realized that Jason made no effort to spend time with her as he did. Ron always made sure to return her kindness in any way he could.



He made her breakfast in bed frequently, and took her flying anytime he could. He loved to fly and to having Pansy on his broom with him was a joy indeed. What really made her feel good was his attentiveness. Ron had a habit of stealing kisses and caresses at random hours of the day. He would run back from the infirmary and down the hall. Pansy thinking something would be wrong would rush to meet him, but instead would find herself in a dip nearly to the floor and locked in a half minute snog right there in the hallway. He would then stand her back up and run back to the infirmary while she giggled in the hall.



For Pansy and Ron life was very good indeed. Pansy was at a place in her life where she had always dreamed of being. She was in a loving relationship with a man who valued her above all else. Ron had a woman who respected him and saw the man he was. He didn’t need a huge house or tailored clothing, a high social standing or a fortune. He only needed a content life with a wonderful woman. Pansy in his life made him feel complete. He loved her.