I Promise, My Son

Two months later Pansy and Ryan moved in with Ron. They had spent the weekends either at Ron’s home or her flat. Ryan had grown very attached to him and had recently taken to calling him ‘Dad’, much to Ron’s delight.



It lifted Pansy’s spirits as well. Her son had longed for a father image and now had it, in every sense. She was happy now. She wasn’t alone anymore. Ron filled her life with something she hadn’t known she was missing.



She smiled now as she watched them flying about in the sky. Ryan and his father matched each other in so many ways and living with Ron made her realize how alike they were. She was so grateful that Ron had reentered her life.



She had originally moved in with him because it would be good for Ryan. She didn’t deny that being with Ron was amazing, but after being with him now she was finding herself conflicted. She enjoyed Ron as a lover, but did she love him? Ron was exciting in every way imaginable. She could easily see herself loving him deeply, but the thought scared her. Ron had vanished from her life before and she had rejected his attempts to contact. She coulnt bare it if he vanished again. She wanted to feel secure in their relationship but she had no right to demand marriage from him. Not after she had returned his letters, and was deciding if she even loved him.



She wondered if moving in was the best thing for her, even if it was the best thing for Ryan. If she had to leave him again, it would tear her apart. She did love him, she suddenly thought. If it would kill her to be apart from him she must love him. She let a tear fall down her cheek as she looked at her son and his father. Being away from him would be hell for Ryan too. She had to find a way to deal with herself, Ryan was counting on her.







Ryan came flying into the house an hour later, interrupting Pansy’s magazine reading. “Mum, mum, did is going to take us to a quidditch match!” He cried out.



“Calm down, what’s this now?” She asked Ron, who came in right after his son.



“I have tickets for the Cannons versus the Wasps.” He said. “Let me get changed and we can go.” He said.



“Come on mum.” He ran to his room where Pansy helped him change his shirt. She used a quick cleansing spell on him and then went to change her shoes to sturdy hiking style boots. She had been to games before and those bleachers called for firm shoes.



Ron was bare-chested when she walked into the room, and she took a moment to admire his strong form. “Quit ogling me woman.” He threw over his shoulder as he riffled through a drawer for his undershirt.



“Well, you stand there with your tits showing, teasing me like that and you don’t expect me to look?” She countered. Ron let out a loud laugh and pulled an undershirt on then took his Cannons jersey out of the wardrobe, while she pulled on her boots.



They grabbed snacks before the game and made sure they used the magical restrooms before game time. They stopped buy some stands selling merchandise and Ron bought Ryan and Pansy a jersey. They matched perfectly as they made their way to their seats.



The game was filled with action. The Cannons had very aggressive beaters, and fast chasers. Ryan was beyond excited. He had never been to a game and the speed and agility was almost too fast for him to watch. He was constantly asking Ron about the moves and tactics used.



Pansy hadn’t been to a game in ages and the fun was just too much for her. Leaping into Ron’s arms whenever a goal was scored, cheering whenever a save was made, chanting nasty rhymes with the crowd at the opposition, she had forgotten how exciting a game was.



By the time it ended Pansy was on a high and shared in the thunderous eruption of cheers as the Cannon secured a victory. They waited a moment before leaving their seats, to avoid the wave of people that were leaving at the same time. When it clear enough to walk comfortably they left and headed for the apparition point.



They were barely inside the door when Ryan fell sleep on Ron’s shoulder. He walked to his sons room with Pansy opening the door for him. They managed to get his shoes and jeans on but when they tried taking off his jersey, her pulled away from them and snuggled under his blanket.



“New pajamas I guess.” He said as they left his room.



They went to sleep that night without making love. Both were exhausted but spooned anyway as it had become a habit.





The next day Ron wrote an owl to his sister Ginny asking if she could mind Ryan and let him spend the night that weekend. He wanted to take Pansy out and talk to her. He had something important to ask her and he wanted to take the whole night to do it.



“Are you sure Ryan will be alright spending the night?” She asked as they got dressed.



“He’s excited about it. Fred and George heard he was staying at Ginny’s so they brought sleeping bags to camp out in her common room.” He buttoned up his shirt and slipped his jacket on.



“A camp out?” She said giggling, and fastening her shoes.



“Yes. He’ll love it.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek.



Pansy had no idea where Ron was taking her. She had no choice but to follow him as he led her a very intimate French restaurant. They were seated at a candlelit table surrounded by a flowered trellis. The French really knew how to create ambiance.



“In the mood for romance Ron?” She asked, sipping her champagne after they ordered their meals.



“I thought this might give us a chance to be alone.” He said, leaning toward her. “I wanted to tell you a few things.”



“What kind of things?” She asked, leaning in toward him.



“How do you feel about me?” He asked softly.



“You’re not giving me much time to prepare an answer to that.” She said. She wasn’t being snide, just observing the obvious.



“I don’t want you to prepare an answer. Just say what you feel.” He told her.



“There’s a lot to say.” She said.



“I’m listening.” He said, giving her his attention.



“I think I feel strongly about you because you are my son’s father,” she said and he merely nodded, “but when we were together that night, years ago, you were there when I needed someone.” He continued watching her. “That night I felt like a piece of rubbish that someone had thrown away. You made me feel different, even if it was just for one night. You made me feel wanted at least physically. And for that I feel grateful to you.” She said. “I’m even more grateful to you for my son, and I respect you for wanting to be his father, and for wanting to give him a family.”



“And what about me?” Ron asked. “Me and you, aside from all of that.”



“I like being with you. I have fun with you. You don’t care about outside appearance, you……”



“Me and you Pansy.” He said firmly.



Pansy inhaled and looked over at him. “I love sleeping with you, and you are a lover I connect with.” She told him honestly. “I don’t know if you feel anything other they the physical with me, but I know I feel something with you.” She said. The waiter set down plates in front of them then left.



They picked at their food. “Why are you so silent?” He asked her.



“I’m wondering if I may have said too much.” She whispered.



“You didn’t. I asked you how you felt and you told me.” He said. “Can I be honest with you?” He said.



“Yes, but remember, I’m not as brave as you.” She told him.



“Fair enough.” He said. “I have thought about you the whole time I was in Italy.” He watched her as her movements slowed. “I want to show you something.” He wiped his mouth and reached into his inside robe pocket and took out a small photo holder. “Look at these.”



She flipped through the pictures of his family and smiled when she saw Ryan, then froze at the last photos. There were two shots of her. One was her Hogwarts graduation photo the other was her sleeping, a white sheet strategically covering her while allowing her skin to show. She looked every inch the resting, satisfied woman.



“You took this that night?” She asked.



“Yes.” He told her. “I didn’t know if you would remember me the next morning so I took it as a memento and before you ask, no I’m not sorry I took it.”



She smirked at his smile. “You had it this whole time?”



“Yes I did.” He told her, setting down his fork. “Pansy, why did you return my owl?”



“I was afraid.” She said, avoiding his eyes again. “I had no idea what you must have thought of me. I didn’t want to ready anything that might call me a whore or demands to remain silent. I know you would not have done that, but back then I didn’t know.”



“Pansy, I can honestly say that sex with you is the best I’ve ever had.” She blushed but he continued. “I feel something strong with you and I don’t want it to end.”



“I don’t either Ron.” She looked up at his eyes. “We live together now, it doesn’t have to end.”



Ron said nothing. He gave her a small smile and they finished dinner. The walked through a glen and held hands under the moon. As they returned home Ron led her outside where a blanket was laid out under the huge tree in their backyard. Everlasting candles floated around the blanket and a charm kept the nighttime insects away. Ron also had chilled champagne waiting.



“What’s all this for?” She asked as he helped her sit and took of her shoes.



“Just thought a moonlit dessert was deserved.” He said, taking a cover off a small tray floating near the champagne, revealing a bowl of strawberries.



Pansy basked in Ron’s pampering. He reclined in his lap while he fed her the fruit, cradling her in his arms. She had never been treated like such a goddess and Ron made her feel like a treasure.



He caressed her arms and kissed her temple. Pansy let her eyes drift shut as Ron kissed her. The coolness of the night air was forgotten as her body warmed to Ron’s touch. Ron waved his wand over the blanket and she felt a cushioning on the ground under her, the hard ground softened. Ron eased her on her back and leaned down kissing her.



Under the moonlight, Pansy gave in to Ron’s touches. He kissed her ankles, knees, her hips, stomach, each of her breasts, her neck. He left no area of skin untouched. He paid an homage to her body that meant more to her now then ever. After sharing their thoughts and feelings, she knew this was more to him too. He was such a man, and she was glad he wanted her.



Ron was feeling just as euphoric as she was. Knowing that she respected him as a man made him feel a testosterone surge. The responsive woman under him was a gift from the gods and he would be stupid to let her get away.



He looked down at her and held her head in both hands, running his thumbs along her temples. She was looking up at him with a trusting look, waiting for him to collect his thoughts.



“Pansy,” he whispered, “I love you.” Pansy felt her heart swell up to overflowing. She couldn’t hold back a tear and she let it fall as he kiss her gently. “Marry me?” He asked gently.



She let her tears overflow and looked up at his face. “Yes.” She whispered and kissed him again. After five years of being alone, she now had everything she wanted, and Ron had made it happen.



The end





A/N: What can I say, I’m a sap for a love dovey ending. On a more personal note, I saw The Half Blood Prince recently, and I must say that Emma Watson’s attempt at tears went pathetically. My 14 year old went with me and said she didn’t spot a single tear during that scene when she sent the canaries after him. I have to agree with her.

Although Rupert’s physique was evident in this movie, and his size compared to Daniel shows. Ron is the taller and the broader and starting to look just like the image I show in my stories. This is how I see him when I write.

And yes, I’m working on a darker story with Ron and Pansy.