"Who's Watching?"

Pansy and Ron continued carrying on, dodging Blaise’s attempts to get Pansy alone, and spending nearly every moment together. The next Hogsmeade trip was announced, which gave Ron an idea.

“The shrieking shack? Isn’t it haunted?” She asked.

“Trust me.” He told her.

“Alright.” She said, enjoying his smile. While the rest of the students carried on around them, Ron led Pansy to the famous building. Noticing her hand shaking slightly in his, they snuck into the building.

“Its not really haunted, just abandoned.” He said as they looked around the rickety building. Pansy was examining an ancient looking fireplace.

“What do you mean? All the noises that have been reported say this place is haunted.” She asked.

“Professor Lupin told me Harry and Hermione the truth. It was him and his friends, when they were in school. They would all come here so he could change in privacy and they would stay with him. There’s even an entrance from the school grounds.”

“There is not!” Ron nodded. “Where?” She asked getting excited.

“The whomping willow hides it and keeps anyone from accidentally finding it. There’s a knot on the tree that will immobilize it for a moment so you can enter.”

“That’s amazing. So you could sneak in here anytime then?”

“I suppose you could, yeah.” He said, watching her looking around.

“It’s a great place to get away from Blaise.” She said.

“Well with the way he’s been watching you lately, he’d see you and figure out how to get in.”

Her smile fell slightly. “That’s true.” She looked over at Ron. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

“Your welcome.” He said.

She moved closer. “And for sharing your secret.”

Ron took a step toward her. “It’s not something that can be bought, but I did want to give you something nobody else could.”

“It’s lovely Ron, sharing this with you.” She looked up and watched as he lowered his lips. She raised up to meet him and let her eyes close.

Holding his shoulders she kissed him back with enthusiasm. There was nobody around to see her give into her feeling. There was nobody to see her explore as she wanted to.

She caressed his arms and his face, deepening the kiss and stroking his tongue with hers. Ron let out a moan into her mouth as she became more and more aggressive in her kiss.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against his chest. Her feet raised slightly off the ground, but he bent slightly to let her stand. His heart skipped a beat as her hand found his and dropped it lower.

Ron’s heart exploded in thunderous beats in his chest. She had moved his hands low on her waist and was now holding his shoulders again. Her kissing became frantic, like she couldn’t get enough. She arched slightly in his frame and it was all Ron needed.

He dropped his hands lower, filling his hands with two fabulous globes of flesh and let out a groan into her mouth. She was soft and he couldn’t help giving her a little squeeze.

Pansy let out a little whimper. Ron pulled away and raised his hands back to her hips. “I’m sorry, I………..”

“No, I wasn’t upset, it felt good.” She said trying to regain her breathing.

“It did?” He asked. She nodded and bit her lower lip. Ron loved it when she did that. It made him want to nibble that lip. “It felt nice for me as well.”

She blushed. “Liked it did you?” She couldn’t believe she had said that.

“Yes I did.” He said. He didn’t reach down again, just stayed content holding her waist.

“Ron?” She asked, fiddling with his jumper.

“Yes?”

“Would you like to touch me again?” She whispered.

“Yes Pansy I would.” He told her. He didn’t try to be humorous. He knew she was nervous enough asking him. “But only if you want me to, not because you think you should let me.”

“I’d like to feel it again.” She said turning bright red. Ron leaned down and kissed her again. He waited until she became heated in her kiss before moving his hands back to her ass.

Kneading her gently, he thrust his tongue into her mouth deeply. She eagerly accepted his deep kissing, pushing her ass out into his hands. Ron’s hands felt amazing, and the fact that he let her control how far things went. For that she was so grateful. She didn’t feel pressured in the least.

She enveloped Ron in her arms holding onto him for dear life. She wanted Ron’s hands on her skin. She wanted his touch, she wanted his lips on her body, she wanted……..

She pulled away, panting at what her mind had just thought of. Ron moved his hand up to her waist but since she didn’t push him away he didn’t let go. He let her regain her composure before he spoke. “Pansy are you alright, if I did something wrong, I’m sorry……”

“No Ron, you didn’t do anything wrong.” She looked up at him. His bright blue eyes held such concern and it touched her heart. “Ron, strange things were happening, things I’ve never felt before.”

“Things like what?” He asked.

She looked in his eyes and forced her shyness away. She needed to be honest now more then ever. “I want to feel you touching me Ron. I want to feel your skin against mine.” Ron’s heart sped up again. “I want to feel your kisses in different places. I’ve never wanted that before and it’s a little frightening for me.”

“I understand Pansy, I feel the same way. I want so many things with you too.” He admitted to her.

“Really?” The look in her eyes was nearly Ron’s undoing.

“Yes. I want to take your clothes off and look at you, I want to touch every curve on your body and kiss every soft part of you. You’re not the only one who feels that, I feel it too.”

“Is it just as strong?” She asked, clutching his sweater.

“Yes it is.” He said.

She moved closer and raised her lips. They snogged a bit more before Ron broke it off. “We need to get back with the others. They’ll be heading to the castle now.” She nodded and they left the shack.

That night in the shower and in her room, Pansy thought about Ron. It had only been a few months and they were supposed to be pretending, but Pansy found herself drawn more and more to him as the days went by.

She relaxed in her bed staring up at the ceiling. Ron was wonderful. He was a fabulous kisser and he let her have control. His touch was amazing, and she wanted more then anything to feel those strong hands on her flesh. Her body warmed at the thought of being under him while he touched her.

If she let him touch her and if she took off her clothes for him, would he be able to stop if she asked him to? Would he think she was a slut if she asked him to touch her? Would he let her touch him in return? So many questions left unanswered.

She had to talk to Ron. She had to answer these questions before they drove her insane. Ron would talk with her. He always did. She rolled over and closed her eyes. Tomorrow she would talk to him.


The next day she waited until after classes and they were seated in the library working on assignments. “Ron?” She said making sure there were out of earshot of anyone.

“Yes?” He looked up and gave her his full attention.

“The other day in the shrieking shack…..” She paused, unsure of how to continue but Ron nodded, understanding so far, so she forced herself to go on…. “I didn’t want to stop.” She whispered.

“I didn’t either.” He said, his chest rising and falling.

“Do you want to know why I stopped at the beginning?” She asked.

“You had your reasons, it’s not up to me to question them. The last thing I want to do is loose your trust.” He told her.

Pansy felt a newfound feeling flood her being. Respect. She respected Ron now more then ever because he thought about her and not himself. She blinked back a tear from falling. “Ron, if it happens again will you still feel the same way?” She asked.

Ron frowned. “How do you mean? I always want to do that with…..”

“No, Ron I mean if it happens again will you stop the moment I say?”

“Yes, of course. Anytime you tell me to stop I will stop.” She smiled and blushed for a moment at the thought of being closer physically to Ron. “Of course anytime you tell me to continue I will do that as well.” He added with a grin. She rolled a parchment up and sent it flying at his head, but his keepers reflexes caught it in mid flight.

“Can I be honest with you?” She asked easily.

“Please do.” He said, lightened by the successful joke.

“I stopped because I was nervous. I was also scared.” She admitted able to speak much more freely now.

“You don’t need to be scared, I will always stop anytime you tell me.” He said, wanting to make it understood.

“I wasn’t afraid of that. I know I only have to say and anything will end.”

“Then what were you afraid of. I can understand being nervous, but what scared you?”

She drew in a deep breathe and looked him square in the eye. “I was afraid you might not like what you see.” She whispered. “Nobody has ever seen me without my clothes before. Not even topless. What if you see me and are disappointed.”

Ron felt his heart hurting. He rose and came around to her side, sitting next to her. “Pansy, you don’t have to worry about that.” He said leaning close. “I think you’re beautiful and I know your body will be beautiful too.”

Pansy blushed but leaned closer. “I would like to see you too.” She told hum, her heart racing.

“Would you?” He asked, feeling a sense of excitement at her curiosity.

“Yes, I would.” She looked away but didn’t move her body away from his.

“I have an idea Pansy.” He said thinking this just might be what she needed to gain confidence. “We could use the room or requirement, and you can see me first. In any way you want.”

“Really?” She was intrigued. “You’d be willing to do that?” She said, looking at him. “Would you let me do anything I want?”

“Yes. I’d do that, and yes I’d let you do anything you wanted to me.” He lowered his voice. “You don’t have to take anything off, or show me anything, this would only be about what you want.”

“When would we do this?” She asked.

“Tomorrow night?” He said. “After dinner?”

“Alright then.” She said smiling. They made plans to meet on the corridor of the third floor. The room of requirement appeared anywhere, so they chose the least used corridor of the whole castle.

Throughout the day Pansy and Ron spent time together as normal. Ron had asked her if she was sure and if she had changed her mind. She was sure, she hadn’t changed her mind, and confessed she was looking forward to it.

After dinner each returned to their houses and showered. Ron arrived in the corridor first. He had taken care with his clothing, wearing only a single layer. Just his jeans, and a long sleeve t-shirt. Nothing difficult to take off in case she wanted to remove anything. He had charmed his shoes to slip off when he kicked the heel.

He saw her coming down a staircase and smiled as she approached him. She opened her arms and hugged him. “You smell great.” He whispered into her ear.

“Thanks.” She pulled away but stayed in his arms. “So how does this work?”

“Well, you see this stretch of bare wall right here,” she nodded, “you walk back and forth in front of it about three times and think about what you need, and the room will appear.”

“What I need? You mean like a bedroom?” She said making a funny face.

“Well you don’t have to be that specific. You could think that you need a place to be alone with me that’s comfortable.” He told her.

“Why don’t you do it Ron?” She said.

“I think you should, the room will bring what you need. It will know what environment you need to feel comfortable.” He told her. She nodded moved to begun pacing along the wall.

What do I ask for? She thought to herself. I need a place that’s comfortable like Ron said. I need something cozy, so nothing like a theater or classroom. I want a place where I can control the lighting if I don’t want the spotlight effect. Then a thought struck her. I want a place that seems possible, that will bring a smile if it were to actually happen.

She froze when a door appeared in the wall. She looked at Ron then slowly opened the door to peeked inside. Her eyes widened and a huge smile grew on her face.

Ron walked over to her smiling at her expression. She took his hand and together they walked in. Ron’s grin matched her own when he saw what the room had translated.

He was in the Slytherin dormitory, and from the looks of it a girls dormitory, but there was only one bed and personal effects on a single dresser and headboard. It looked like the rest of the room had just be shrunk and taken out. It appeared as if the room decided everything else was unnecessary.

“This is my room.” She said.

“Is it?” He moved closer. “Is this what you asked for?”

“I’m not sure,” she said taking his hand, “I asked for a place I would feel comfortable in, and a place that was cozy, but I also asked for a place that would make me smile when I thought about it, so I guess this is the result.”

“If you enjoy this, then do you think sleeping in your bed will be an enjoyment too.”

“I suppose. It would seem as if it had actually happened.” She looked at her feet then up again. “So how do we start this?” Now that she had him here she was unsure.

“Well, we can do it anyway you wish. Every call is yours, all you have to do is tell me what you want me to do.”

“How do you think we should begin then?”

He slipped his hands around her waist. “How about a kiss, then we can relax.” He suggested.

“Alright.” She looked at the bed. “Should we sit down? Or lie down I guess.” She let out a nervous giggle.

“Lets sit down and get comfortable.” She nodded and climbed on her bed. Ron kicked off his shoes and followed her.

She reached down and slipped her sandals off, letting them fall to the floor. Her bare feet was something Ron had never seen and he liked her bright red toes.


He looked at her and noticed the photos behind her on the headboard. “Do you have those in your room?” He asked gesturing.

“Yes, it duplicated the room exactly, even those.” Ron stretched on his stomach and looked at the photos.

“Who’s this.” He asked.

She stretched her body along his, and looked at the pictures with him. “That’s me and my cousin in Tuscany last summer. That’s me Draco, Vincent and Greg in the common room. That’s me and Millicent at my house over the Christmas. This one is me and a few of the first year Slytherins in one of the other dorms.”

Ron pointed to two obviously freshly emptied spaces. “What was here?”

Pansy looked aside. “Two of me and Blaise. I took them down after I split with him.”

“Maybe we should take a couple for you to hang here.” He said with a smile.

“You would do that?” She asked.

"Yes I would.” He said. She smiled back and looked at him, stretched out on her bed. She looked at the door and noticed a different door then was actually there.

“What?” Ron asked looking over her shoulder then laughed. “Professor Snape isn’t going to walk in. This isn’t the dorms.”

“I know, but it just seems so real. It seems like your actually here, in my room, on my bed.” She said, turning slightly. “If I took a picture in here would it take, or would it show you in a bare room with nothing?”

“It would show me in Slytherin dorms. The girls dorms no less. You’d have to keep those photos private.” He said with a chuckle.

“I’ll think about bringing a camera then.” She let her giggle die down and saw Ron watching her. She summoned all her bravery and leaned forward. They met in a kiss and let their bodies relax. She had snogged with Ron sitting up and relaxing against their tree, but this was the first time she had kissed him laying down. She eased onto her back pulling him with her.

The feel of his weight was a comfort to her. She thought she might panic but she liked it. Ron kissed her gently and let his hands rest on her shoulders, not venturing anywhere until she told him.

While she kissed him, she let her hands drift down to his waist. Yanking his t shirt out of his jeans she slipped her hands inside and felt his flesh. His back was smooth and his skill was warm.

Ron let a moan into her mouth. Her hands were phenomenal and he wanted to feel them everywhere, but he held himself in check, making sure she had control.

“Can you take your shirt off?” She asked, with a blush.

“Yes.” He reached behind his head and pulled it up and over his head. He tossed it aside and looked down at Pansy. She reached up and let her hands roam up his arms to his shoulders. Her touch was an intoxicant and he wanted to become deeply addicted.

“Lay down Ron.” She told him. Obedient as he had promised to be, he rolled to his back and let his hands rest at his sides. Pansy got up on her knees beside him and looked.

Ron’s chest was toned and firm, the effects of many quidditch practices she had witnessed. He had a light spattering of ginger hair but he was not hairy by any means. His arms were shapely with firm muscle definition that she loved to feel around her. His waist was trim but he wasn’t thin. Pansy couldn’t seen any bones at all and she was grateful. She liked a man with flesh.

She reached out and rested her hand on his chest feeling his heart beat. His skin was warm to her touch, she felt the slight jump at the contact. She ran her hand down his torso stopping at the fastening of his jeans then back up again. Leaning over him she caressed his chest with both hands.

Looking up, she watched his closed eyes and open lips as she touched him. Her eyes darted down to his hands, which held the sheet in a loose grip. She leaned down pressing her nose to his breastbone and inhaled. The scent of clean soap and light woodsy cologne filled her senses. She was also aware or Ron’s chest rising.

She rose and pulled her sweater over her head. She looked at Ron again and met his eyes. She adjusted her skirt and settled comfortable on her knees beside Ron again. She had forgone the bra but instead wore very thin spaghetti strap camisole. It was somewhat transparent and clingy, giving Ron a view of her breasts under the fabric. Her nipples had puckered from his intense gaze.

She looked down at him and leaned over his body to kiss him. She let her weight fall, resting partially on his body as they kissed. Ron wrapped his arms around her, and she delighted in his strength. This was how a man should feel. Strong and tender at the same time.

She ran her hands through his hair, pressed her body closer and gasped into his mouth as his fingers met the bare skin on her waist. Just as she had done with his shirt, he slipped his hands under her camisole and touched her. Pulling away she looked down at him. For a long moment all she did was look.

“I’m sorry,” he said pulling his hands out of her shirt and resting them again on her hips, “I shouldn’t have done that.” Pansy again continued just to look at him. He wondered if he had really upset her.

Pansy rose and took his hands, easing him up to a sitting position and pushed him back against the headboard. It took him only a moment to relax comfortably then look at her. Pansy threw a leg over his thighs straddling him. His eyes opened wider as he watched her. She reached for the camisole and lifted just slightly.

Ron was a still as a statue, his hands on her hips, his eyes watching hers. She looked at him. “Did Lavender do this for you?” She asked, her hands still as she held the flimsy fabric.

“No.” Ron said, not moving.

“Have you ever seen a woman without a shirt on?” She asked suddenly a little nervous.

“Only pictures.” He admitted.

“What kind?” She asked with a genuine curiosity.

“Fred and George have a collection of magazines, me and Harry found them after they had opened the shop.” He knew he should be embarrassed about confessing such a story but he found that with Pansy his confidence had risen a great deal and he was unashamed of it.

“So I’m the first one you’re going to see?” He nodded. “I think I’m rather proud of that.”

Ron smiled. “Why is that?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” She said. “Do you want to see?” Ron dropped the smile and nodded. Summoning what bravery she could claim she took the feather light camisole and pulled it over her head.

Watching Ron’s face she took in his expression as he looked at her. Ron’s eyes took her in. She was perfectly formed, with full abundant breasts that would fill his hands but not overflow it. She had a nice handful on her.

“Well?” She asked, blushing with a newly resurfaced nervousness.

“You’re beautiful.” He told her, watching her eyes. “I’d like to touch you if your alright with that.” She nodded slowly.

Ron felt his heart threaten him again and raised his hands from her hips along her ribcage. She was everything he dreamed she would be. Soft and smooth, like creamy warm milk sculpted in a statue for him.

He cupped under her breasts feeling the weight in his palms. And a divine weight it was. He lifted his lips and inhaled the valley between them, closing the softness around his nose. Pansy sighed and let her head roll back.

He flexed his fingers, feeling the sumptuousness of her flesh. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples watching them pebble in response, teasing him with temptation. A temptation he couldn’t refuse. He shifted his head and took one in his mouth. He felt her jump and heard a gasp erupt from her chest. For a moment Ron thought she would pull away, but she didn’t, she merely held his shoulder in a tight grip.

Elated by her reaction he moved to the other one, making sure to keep his gentle massages going. Her chest was lifting into his mouth with her panting. She looked down and saw the image of Ron, with his eyes closed, suckling her and holding her breasts in both hands.

She felt a heat in between her legs. A fierce ache filled her body. Arching into Ron’s lap she felt a thickness against her through his jeans. Her eyes flew open, realizing what she felt. Ron was hard, and he was hard because of her. Would he want to fuck her? She was suddenly unsure and panicking. Did he want to fuck her now?

She gave a push on his shoulders. “Wait Ron……” She made no effort to cover herself, but he wasn’t staring at her body anymore. His hand were on her hips holding her steady on his lap and he was looking at her face again.

“Pansy are you alright?” He asked, worried. “If I did something wrong……” he said.

“No Ron no, you didn’t do anything wrong, I ….it’s just….” She looked aside for a moment in what appeared to be her room then back at him, “…I have this urge to do so much more.” She told him.

“I know I feel that too, but I would never expect that from you.” He told her.

“I know that Ron, I….I mean I want…..” She let out a sigh and dropped her head.

“Just say whatever you need to say Pansy.” He told her in a soft voice.

“I just think maybe we should wait until… well until we aren’t hiding in a room at school.” She said. She waited for him to counter what she said. She thought he might try to talk her into letting him express his feelings now, that they shouldn’t wait if it was something they both felt. Inside she hoped that he wouldn’t spout the daft lines that Blaise had used.

“Alright.” Was all he said. Pansy looked back at him and smiled.

“Really?” She said.

“Of course.” He said chuckling. “Did you think I would argue with you?” She looked away and back. “Did Blaise argue with you?”

“He tried to talk me into it, but I never wanted to. Not like I want to now.” She explained.

Ron nodded. “That sounds like him.” He looked serious again. “I told you I would never do that, and I never will. I would never destroy that trust.”

“But Ron, don’t you want to?” She asked.

“Of course I want to, I really do want to, but your trust and comfort mean more to me then to try to talk you into that. I’ll just go have a wank and I’ll be fine.” He told her.

She looked thoughtful for a moment and Ron had never seen a more enchanting image. Pansy naked from the waist up straddling his lap and thinking. She looked back at him. “Doesn’t it hurt thought?” She asked.

Didn’t it hurt? Did he hear her right? Then it struck him. He rolled his head back and laughed out loud. “Let me guess Zabini again?” She nodded looking confused. “That’s something morons say to try and get into your knickers. It’s an ache yes, sometimes a very strong ache so I guess some would consider it a bit of a pain, but it’s nothing they can’t take care of themselves. Think about it, when was the last time you saw an article in the Daily Prophet report scores of men dying from terminal erections?”

She looked away and thought then she smirked. Zabini sure was an idiot but then again Ron thought that men who used those lines were idiots. They resorted to daft pick ups to try and gain a shag. “Come on Pansy, I’ll walk you back.”

They rose from the bed, as she reached for her camisole Ron stopped her. “Before you put that back on, can I get something?”

“What would that be?” She asked.

“A hug. I’ve never had bare breasts against my chest before and I’d love it.” Pansy laughed at his grin. She opened her arms and hugged him. The feel of his hard chest against hers brought on the heat again.

“This is nice.” She said into his shoulder. A muffled ’mm hum’ was his response. He held her for a few moments then set her down. When they had straightened their clothing, they left the room and Ron walked her to her house. With a kiss goodbye he watched her enter then turned to his own tower.

Neither saw the fierce eyes of Blaise Zabini watching them. Blaise had followed Pansy out of the common room that night. She and Ron had vanished into the hidden room and had not emerged for well over an hour. His eyes were shooting daggers at the couple when they came out. She was latching onto him like a starving grindylows. With the vein in his neck throbbing he entered his house.