Seven Years Lost

Pansy arrived at six through Ron’s floo. She wore a simple black dress and heels. Her hair was free of anything and hung in shiny black tresses stopping at her jaw line.



Ron was in black dress trousers and a dark burgundy shirt. “You look amazing.” He told her.



“Thank you,” she said, taking his hand and stepping out of the floo, “so do you.” He kissed her cheek. “The wood smell again. Did Sergei comment on it?”



“He did in fact. He wondered why you like men that smelled.” Pansy let out a chuckle.



“Where is he this evening?” She asked.



“He’s spending the night with my brothers. He’s found a new affinity for their joke shop.”



“I can imagine how a young man would.” She said.



“Dinner will be out here.” He led her through the patio doors. He had a table set up and lit by candles. Leela had prepared a lovely dinner, had salads served and a bottle of wine waiting.



“Ron this is wonderful.” She complimented easing into the chair he pulled out for her.



“I’m glad you like it.” He poured their wine and seated himself.



They talking casually while they dined about what had been going on in England while he was gone. Pansy spoke of her art gallery and how she holds shows for new artists and established artists. She had made a very lucrative living off of it. Ron made a mental not to check out the gallery.



Pansy never felt more relaxed with Ron and she liked it a lot. He had matured and quite the gentleman.



After desert they took their wine and settle into the loveseat in front of the floo. “So why didn’t you every get married Pansy?” He asked.



“Well after Greg and Luna got together I guess I was nursing a broken heart.”



“I can understand that all too well. Do you still have feelings for him?”



“No,” she said with a laugh, “it was a crush I got over years ago,. I saw how happy he was with Luna and I knew he would never have that with me. They match each other so well. Greg likes her oddness and she always supportive of him no matter what.”



“I admire Luna, she can see the good in anyone.” Pansy nodded at his words.



“So what led you to Russia? Why there?”



“I got an offer for creature care from a very well off man. I’m guessing you heard about me and Hermione from Draco eventually.” She nodded. “I ran away when I found out about Hermione, took the offer without thinking. I was hurt and just ran away.”



“It must have been painful to leave everything.” She said, setting down her wine.



“To be honest, I never planned to stay away forever, just until I could deal with certain things, yes it was. It was being cheated on that hurt the most. I had time to mature in Russia. I’ve grown up and now I can understand her better.”



“Ron, why didn’t anyone hear from you? You were gone a long time.”



“I wrote to Harry once a month the whole time. I asked him not to let anyone know where I was. The first letter I gave him permission only to tell everyone I was settled and nothing else. He was concerned about me being alone but when I began writing about Anton and Vladimir he was more assured.”



“He never said a word.” Pansy confirmed.



“He knew I needed the time away. I think he knew I would be back in time too.”



“But as long as you were gone?” She said.



“By the time I was able to see things from a different viewpoint, Sergei had been born and we had become as close as a family with Anton. I also didn’t want to leave when Vladimir started getting sick.”



“Is that why you adopted Sergei, you were close with his father?” She asked.



“Yes, he was like family to me. I couldn’t stand the thought of Sergei going to an orphanage. The fact that I was now Anton’s heir worked in my favor. He would always be provided for.”



“Ron, Draco said you refused to speak about his mother. Did she die?” He remained silent and took a long sip. “I’m sorry it’s none of my business.”



“No, it’s ok. I suppose I have to confide in someone sooner or later. Can I ask you to keep this to yourself. I don’t want a lot of people to know Sergei’s personal business. If he wants to tell them that’s his choice.”



“Of course I’ll keep it a secret, but don’t feel like you have to tell me just because I asked.”



“No, I do need someone to talk to about it. Sergei’s mother abandoned him.” At her sympathetic look he continued. “We were working with some new thestrals that had come in and had been abused. She showed up on the estate, walked over to him, handed her baby to Vladimir and turned and left.”



“What?!” Pansy was shocked.



Ron nodded. “Vladimir never heard from her again. Anton hired a nanny to mind him while we worked. I would take time to watch him also. We all three took care of him together.”



“Did you ever hear from her again?” She asked.



“No, Vladimir sent her letters but they got returned unopened. One afternoon we went to the flat she lived in but she had moved out.”



“How could she just leave her son?” Pansy wondered.



“That’s what I’m trying to find out?” He said. “I hired Luna to do a little research. I should know something soon enough.”



“Well there nobody better then Luna to dig up a story.” He nodded in agreement. “Why didn’t you every marry Ron? Weren’t there any lovely ladies in Russia?”



“Oh there were plenty of them, but none who had any brains. Afterwards when it became common knowledge that I was adopting Sergei, the one I was casually seeing at the time lost interest. It didn’t matter though, I have Sergei and he’s worth it.”



“He sure is Ron. I can’t see how anyone wouldn’t fall in love with that boy, I already have.”



“Even though he thinks you smell?” He asked with a smile.



“Especially because he thinks I smell.” They held eyes for a moment and Pansy felt her body begin to ache. She couldn’t take her eyes away and felt a longing to slid into his arms.



Just as she was becoming aware of her own body, Ron was moving closer. She didn’t move away and she made no effort to stop him. When he was close enough he leaned forward. Pansy titled her head until his lips met hers.



The contact ignited her whole body. She had never felt this energy in a kiss before, and she immediately wanted more. Leaning toward him she slipped her arms around his neck and parted her lips. The heat turned into a bonfire as Ron’s tongue slipped between her lips.



She matched him stroke for stroke, weaving her fingers through his hair. She felt her body lifted and in a mere moment she was in his lap, molding her body with his. She felt the firmness of his chest, and the strength of his shoulders. The years of loneliness had taken their toll and she became a wild woman in his arms.



It didn’t bother Ron one bit. He loved that she let her inner se;f come out. He loved that she took an active part in her own wants and needs, and he gave what she silently asked of him. He responded with just as much lasciviousness as she was giving out.



She twisted around and straddled his hips, cupping his jaw in her hands and plundering his open mouth. Ron let his weight fall into the couch, and openly fondled the succulent hips and thighs that were resting on either side of him, while she tongue raped his mouth. Well, maybe that wasn’t right. After all, Ron mused, you can’t rape the eager and very willing.



While they explored each others open lips and wand dueled with their tongues, Ron reached up for the straps of the black dress, easing them down her shoulders and baring her breasts to his view. Pulling away from her lips proved very hard to do, so he consoled himself with sliding his hands across her twin globes, feeling her erect nipples under his palms.



She let out a groan into his mouth as he brushed his thumbs back and forth along the pebbles. When he gave on a little pinch with his thumb and forefinger, she threw her head back. He took advantage of the moment and leaned forward to take her nipple in his lips.



She slid both her hands into his hair and held him to her bosom as he lavished her with kisses, sucking her to hard little peaks. Her thighs began to tighten on his as her body openly responded to his touches.



DONG! DONG! DONG!



Four eyes flew open in shock. The grandfather clock marking the half hour point was a damn nuisance, and Ron make a point to hex it to bits. He turned back to Pansy. She quickly pulled up the straps of her dress. “I should go now.” She said quietly.



“You don’t have to. I’m going to destroy the clock so it won’t bother us.” His joke worked and she let out a giggle. He didn’t want her leaving him nervous about what had happened. “Let me get your cloak.” She smiled and slid off his lap. Easing onto her feet when he returned she took her purse and stepped up to the floo.



“Thank you for dinner Ron, it was just wonderful.”



“Thank you for coming over.” He said. He leaned closer and dropped his head. Pansy raised up and let her lips meet him. The fire she felt before was still very hot and it warmed her again.



She had enough sense this time to pull away after a moment before things got out of hand. If she ended up spending the night, then Sergei might see her when he returned and she didn’t want Ron to have to deal with those questions yet.



She had no way of knowing but Ron was thinking the exact same thing. He too managed to keep himself controlled. “I’ll come see your gallery soon.” He told her.



All she could do was nod. Stepping into the floo, she gave him a smile. When he returned it she let the powder carry her away. Ron eased into an armchair and smiled.





Two days later Pansy was cleaning a new sculpture when two handsome men arrived at the gallery. Her body instantly came alive at the sight of Ron coming toward her. She could have sworn that the smirk he was was because he had seen her reaction. “Welcome gentlemen.” She said greeting Ron and Sergei. She walked up and received a kiss on the cheek from Ron.



She didn’t refuse it. He could explain to his son the kiss if it was brought up. “Did you paint all these?” Sergei asked looked at the walls.



“None of them are mine. Sadly I have no talent, just an interest in great works.” She said leading them around, sneaking glances at Ron who returned them with winks and lifts of his eyebrows.



They both loved the portrait of the Hogwarts castle in springtime. It would fit perfectly over the fireplace.



“I can deliver it any time.” She said.



“How about tonight before dinner?” Ron ventured with a sinister look.



“Alright.” She said turning back to her notes.



That evening she was treated to a tour of the house courtesy of Sergei. He took great delight in showing off his new room which was fast being covered in quidditch posters and pin ups from magazines.



“Its beginning to look like my room at my parents house.” He told her.



Pansy was amazed at the size of the house. “Do you really need all this space?” She asked Ron as they went back to the common room.



“I grew up in a closet for a room, now that I have the means, I want leg room.” He said stretching out on the couch.



Sergei had long since gone to sleep after dinner and Pansy and Ron were relaxing together before the fireplace. “The portrait looks wonderful. It adds life to the room.”



“Yes it does.” He looked over at her and watched her eyes take in the painting. She felt his gaze and looked over at him. “Do you think we would work Pansy?”



His question shook her to her bones. She had thought about that every thing since the night they had dinner. She didn’t think she would be discussing it just a couple of days later. “It has crossed my mind. I think you and Sergei are just fabulous and you have turned into such a gentleman.”



“You’ve become quite a lady.” He leaned forward resting his elbows in his knees. “I’ve been thinking about the other night.” He said softly.



“So have I.” she admitted.



“Will you come for dinner again?” he said.



“Of course.” She said with a smile, then leaned in again to accept his kiss, but she new to keep it brief. Ron did as well. They had things to sort out first when it came to Sergei. Ron needed to be sure of any explanation he would give. He didn’t want to lie to his son.





After she had left Ron received an owl. He told Luna to send word the moment she had uncovered anything new, and not to worry about waiting for morning posts.



In her letter she says gave him copies of the chart that was filed at the hospital. The hospital she used kept a history of expectant mothers and her family information as listed. She would work on locating anything else and send word immediate. Luna also mentioned a sneaking suspicion that his mother might be muggle and it might be reason she had left her son to his father.



Ron spent the rest of the evening going through the copies Luna had sent. She worked fast, and Ron knew it was only a matter of time before she found anything viable. He fell asleep anxious for another update.