Both of Us

Draco returned to England a month after Pansy had her baby. He immediately went to Ron’s to see her, arms loaded with presents for his goddaughter.



Just as Ron had predicted, when the sex of the baby became known presents for a little girl came by owl, floo, and in person. Ron’s family, particularly his mother was overjoyed.



A party was held for the knew baby, who was named Erienne Lilith Weasley. It was a duel celebration, as Ron and Pansy announced their engagement. Ron’s family couldn’t be happier and Pansy nearly shed tears as Erienne was passed around the Weasley family. She was accepted by everyone.



The wedding was planned for three months later. Neville wouldn’t even clear sex for six weeks after the birth, but the extra months gave Pansy time to recover and develop a routine.



They marries at Malfoy Manor, with all of her friends in attendance as well as her aunt and cousin from Ireland. Naturally all Ron’s family were there and well as his friends. The gardens were decorated in red pansies and white ribbons were everywhere.



She and Ron said their vows to each other, omitting the word ‘love’ because while they had come to care deeply about each other, they were not head over heels in love. The did promise fidelity, trust, comfort, and support. She knew Ron meant every word.



“Draco, did you invite Pansy’s parents?” Ron asked during the reception when they found a moment to talk.



“Yes, I sent them one, but it was returned with a negative.” The blonde said sipping his drink.



“I had a feeling that might happen, that’s why I didn’t tell Pansy that I asked you send one.” Ron said, disappointed. He had hoped that the Parkinsons would have been able to put the past away but apparently not.



“Will your infirmary be alright?” Draco asked anxious to change the topic. He saw how upset Ron was.



“Yes, the interns can handle anything, and I asked another creature healer to be available to them for anything they can’t deal with.”



“Where are you taking her?” Draco asked.



“Tuscany. I’ve always wanted to go to Italy and now I have a very good reason.”



“Are you going to be able to see much in two weeks?” Draco asked wiggling his eyebrows.



“I don’t know.” He said just as lecherously. “Are you certain you can handle Erienne while we’re gone?”



“Yes, she’ll be fine, and Ginny will be staying in a guest room too, so no worries, alright?” Ron seemed took him for his word and searched out Pansy. Draco would take good care of his goddaughter.



After reigning their daughter with kisses, and getting well wishes from everyone in attendance, Ron and Pansy took up their charmed bags and stepped outside. Ron had a portkey but Pansy had yet to learn the destination.



They appeared outside a rustic little village and were greeted by an elderly witch. “ Buongiorno.” She greeted. “Posso aiutarti?”



“Buongiorno,” Ron said, “Mi chiamo Signor Weasley.” He told her. Pansy slowly turned her gaze to him. He spoke Italian?



“E un piacere conoscerla.” She said smiling.



“Abbiamo una prenotazione.” He said.



“Si, venga con me.” She said leading them away.



“Where did you learn to speak Italian?” She asked as they followed the woman.



“I pick up a thing or two here and there, although she using a polite version and a slightly different dialect, but I knew enough to get by.” They followed as the woman unlocked a lovely cottage and allowed them inside.



“Questa e la tua casetta.” She said. “Questo e bene?”



“Si, grazie.” Ron told her and she left them alone.



“Ok, can you tell me what I missed in that conversation.” Pansy said. “Starting from when she spoke.”



Ron gave a giggle. “She said hello and could she help, I told her my name and that we had a reservation, she said to come with her. She said this was our cottage and was it alright, I told her it was and said thank you.”



“Alright then.” She turned and flicked her wand unpacking both their bags. Their clothes flew into drawers and onto hangers, their toiletries into the bathroom. When she was done she had put the bags away and found Ron looking at her.



“Would you like some wine?” He asked gesturing to the bottle given to them as a gift.



“Can you pour me a flute while I change? She asked pulling out a length of white silk.



“Sure.” He nodded and she disappeared into the bathroom. She quickly showered away the stress and nerves of the day, the false makeup and adornments. She wanted to be fresh and natural for Ron, sweet smelling and whole. She had come to him scared and with nothing, and he had accepted her and her decisions.



She would go to him tonight sure of herself. She was his wife now and he made her feel like a woman again. The victim was gone and a brave woman stood in her place. Ron helped put her there and she wanted to be that strong woman for him.



She looked at the image in the mirror. Devoid of makeup and trinkets, she wore only a thin strapped white gown that stopped mid thigh. She exited the bathroom and saw him pouring wine. He had changed as well and was only wearing a pair of black shorts.



His body was firm and strong, the curves in his back leading to this waist ached to be touched and she could practically feel the heat of his shoulders against her fingers. His legs were braced apart slightly and his head angled down to watch what he was doing.



For a moment she just looked at him and for an even smaller moment felt a touch of panic. She buried it quickly. Ron was nothing like her attacker, he would never use his strength against her. He would be gentle and tender.



He turned and found her looking. “See something you like Mrs. Weasley?”



She smiled and just nodded. He held out a flute to her and she walked up and took it. She took a sip and looked up at him. “Pansy,” he set down his glass, “if it’s too soon…..”



“No, Neville said I’m perfectly fine.” She said.



“I mean after your attack.” He told her softly. “I don’t want you to think…..”



“I won’t Ron,” she said putting aside her flute, “I would never think that of you. I know you are nothing like him. You are a real man Ron.”



“I don’t want you to be afraid of me.” He said slipping his arms around her waist.



“I’m not afraid of you.” She lifted her hands and felt his flesh as she slid her fingertips up his arms to his shoulders. “How could I be afraid of you?”



He stayed still letting her fingers glide along his shoulders, along his collarbone, and the firmness of his pecs and nipples. She hadn’t known male nipples tightened up the way hers did too. It intrigued her.



His hands on her waist were warm, but they didn’t pull her closer, or squeeze her. He let her explore where she wanted to and it pleased him that she did. He loved hands on his body and hers felt better then anyone. They weren’t groping him or fondling him like some women, but learning him.



She let her fingers drop lower alone the ridges of his firm stomach and the sparse ginger hair that aimed downward. She let her hands lay flat and absorbed the warmth of his body.



“You are beautiful Ron.” She whispered, then giggled at his blush. “Hasn’t anyone complimented you before?” She asked, letting her arms come around his shoulders.



“No, actually. Women have told me I’m handsome, sexy, rugged but beautiful is never a word used to describe me before.” This time he did pull her closer.



“Well, you are. To me you are.” She returned his embrace, feeling his arms around her.



“Thank you my dear, but I pale in comparison to you.” He said looking over every inch of her face. “I love how you look with no make up. You’re lovely without it.”



He leaned down and touched his lips to hers. Pansy felt the lightening again. Just as she had when he kissed her at the wedding. Just as he had kissed her after their daughter was born.



She opened her lips and accepted him. His tender kiss and soft lips brought out her desire. She clung to him and returned his passion, feeling his hand delve into her hair. He radiated strength but also control and it was a comfort to her to be married to such a man.



She was lifted off her feet and she held on tighter ad Ron walked over to the bed with her. Laying her down on the softness and looked down at her glorious image. Lowering his body and dispersing his weight He focused on her eyes. “If you feel uncomfortable in anyway, just tell me to stop and I will.”



“I know you will.” She said raising her hands to run her fingertips to lightly touch his jaw. They shared a kiss, a warm and passionate kiss. Pansy felt her body reacting on instinct. Long suppressed feelings emerged as Ron slipped the gown off her shoulders and took her nipples in his mouth.



She needed to feel him, she needed something more. The impatience in her soul was demanding. “Ron, I need it.” She said into his lips as she tried to push his bottoms off his hips.



“Wait, Pansy, we don’t have to rush.” He told her, but still helped remove her his pajama bottoms, kicking them aside.



“Ron, we will have plenty of time to play later, right now I need this.” Her pleading proved his undoing, but her hands were frantically trying to maneuver his body where she wanted him.



“Alright then, alright, lets take this off first.” She let him ease the nightgown off and discard it. Reaching down between her thighs he let his palm cover her mound. She was hot and wet, anxious for what she had missed for so long.



He ran his fingers over her slit, feeling it’s fluid coating his digit. He kept watching her face, looking for traces of the slightest discomfort, and when he found none he slid his finger inside her completely. She had a delightful snugness even after giving birth and he couldn’t wait any longer to bury himself inside her.



She shifted slightly and positioned himself, holding his strength as she pulled on him. Locking his eyes with hers he watched her as he submerged into her inch by inch. The heat surrounding him was testing his patience and it took all his control to hold back instinct.



Pansy however was able to let her instincts take over and she did, feeling her body absorb his with a long denied ecstasy. She arched into him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “It’s been so long Ron.” She breathed into his ear.



He cradled his wife in his arms, burying his face in her neck. “I know it has. It’s been long for me too.” He told her, holding himself still so she became accustomed to him. He tasted her neck, nibbling her earlobe, until he noticed her movements. She was thrusting her hips upward into him.



“Move with me.” She told him, pulling his shoulders again. He pulled out halfway and sank in again just as slowly. Pansy groaned out at the sensations filling her body.



Long denied pleasure ricocheted through her as she gasped and groaned, clinging to her husband. “Ron, this feels wonderful.”



“Yes…….it does.” He moaned along with her.



Connected torso to torso, their hips moved in sync as they gave in to natures demands. The grunted and groaned, husband and wife clinging to each other, while their bodies drove onward.



Pansy felt her body rising higher and higher. “Ron…….Ron…….I…” She cried out as her body started tensing up. She squeezed his hips with her thighs and gripped his shoulders.



“I….know……Pansy…. I feel it too.” He held back as long as he could, groaning loudly as Pansy came hard and tightened down on him. He moved faster and faster making her own orgasm last longer as he sought out his own.



He didn’t have to wait long and in no time at all his body was emptying itself into her. Wave after wave of pure joy ran through his whole body. They locked their mouths over one another, but didn’t kiss, just shared their breathe as they regained their sanity.



He gave her a kiss and toyed with the damp locks on her forehead. “Was that what you needed?” He asked her, still not moving away from her.



“Oh yes, it was better then I imagined.” She said holding him just as closely as ever. “Thank you.” He kissed his cheek.



“You are very welcome.” He said giving her a brilliant smile. “I’m glad you didn’t have any fears.” He told her.



“I couldn’t feel anything but joy in your arms.” She said. Her face became passive and she met his eyes. “Do you think we’ll be able to fall in love?”



He returned her gaze with one of his own. “We already love Erienne, and we already care about each other. So, yes I think Mrs. Weasley, given time, we can very possibly come to love each other.”



They shared a kiss. A deeply passionate kiss, still entwined with each other. It would be some time before they pulled apart.





A/N: I used a translation sight for the Italian, it was listed as formal phrasing so if I have butchered anyone’s language, I apologize.