The Storyteller

Ron sat leaning against the tree, with Pansy sitting between his legs, reading from a magazine that covered the signing. Wiltshire definitely had a more observant nature then most. A higher class always tried to see things before everyone else, but they only repeated what Skeeter had written.



Ron let out a chuckle. “Read that again.” He said, holding her shoulders.



‘One has to wonder why Mr. Weasley was so adamant about having his young and obviously attractive editor at his side. While those who have known the two from Hogwarts admitted to never seeing them in the same social circles, it is most certainly a different situation now. Mr. Weasley was never without Miss Parkinson at his side. His publisher, Casey Novak implied that Mr. Weasley needs her assistance to move around in place he had not visited before he lost his sight. The way they communicate however leads to different assumptions. Mr. Weasley leans in close to speak and she leans in to listen, almost as if a very intimate embrace is occurring.

Mr. Weasley’s publisher said he was not granting any interviews so we have no statement from the writer himself, however it seems as if it is only a matter of time before a relationship is made public.’



Ron laughed again. “Reporters act like divination professors.” He said hugging her closer to his chest. Breathing in her perfume and wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck as she let her head fall to his shoulder.



He could practically see the sundress on her body as he felt his way around her arms and shoulders, stretching down to feel the fabric of the light material. It was a tight on her torso and flowing from her waist down. He could feel a pattern on it and he thought it must be a paisley or floral design from the feel.



He reached for the hem and lifted the material past her knees so he could touch her skin. She had closed her eyes and was relaxed, enjoying his touch as always. He kissed her neck and earlobe as his hand caressed and fondled her knees.



“You are so beautiful, my dear.” He whispered in her ear. Pansy smiled and nuzzled his lips with her temple. She knew what he meant when he said beautiful. The way he saw her was with a deeper intimacy then anyone else.



His hands slid up her thighs and under her knees. Lifting her knees, he brought her ankles up until her heels were against her ass then he pulled her knees to the sides and let them rest on his own legs on either side of her.



He slid his hands along the inside of her thighs and up until he had her pussy under his palm. She was hot and moist already, her body slack and giving him carte blanche to do what he wanted.



He felt along her slit and heard her juice sounding as he parted and closed her lips, using both hands. Pansy had her arms under his, holding his thighs as he touched her.



He slipped his finger inside her, feeling the warmth she offered. He added a second digit and was rewarded with a groan. He lifted his other hand and sought out her clit feeling the little nub of hers erect under his digit. He could just imagine it was swollen and red with need.



Pansy rolled her head on his shoulder, moaning into his ear. Ron kissed her cheek and her neck again lifting his lips to her ear. “I’m going to taste you now.” He whispered.



She groaned loudly and her body went limp. Ron eased his body out from behind her, but instead of laying her down, he leaned her against the tree and spread her legs wide, dropping down and burying his head in her pussy.



Pansy looked down and saw her wide open legs filled with Ron’s shoulders. She couldn’t see his head, but she felt his lips and tongue working over her. She held onto his waist at her side and caressed his back, almost pushing him into her.



Ron eased his arms inside her legs, forcing his elbows outward to hold her open. She felt two fingers enter her and began crooking inside her upward. Ron’s lips locked on her clit and sucked.



Pansy let out a shriek and bucked against the tree. She tried to clutch him with her legs but he held her right where he wanted her. His fingers continued to move inside her, pressing upward until she came loudly, arching her hips into his mouth.



She cried out as he lifted his body up. She wasn’t aware of his belt and zipper opening until she was lifted to her feet and then off them. Ron lifted her up and then against the tree as he reached down and guided himself into her.



She let out a grunt and wrapped her legs around his waist. Ron thrust hard, driving her into the tree, but she accepted him with an equal passion. They grunted and growled like animals as they fucked against the tree. Ron’s hips moved with a heated force but Pansy loved it. She held his shoulders wondering at his strength.



He tightened her legs around him, hugging him with every limb she possessed. Her feelings for him were surfacing again and suddenly the sex she was having meant more to her. She curled her body in and hugged him tighter. Her buried her face in his neck and let her emotions take over.



Ron was moving faster, getting as close as he could, until he felt his body losing control. Pansy was gripping him like a grindylows and he loved it. Her hold on him was tighter and he wondered about it, but only briefly until his body went over the edge and he came hard, spilling himself inside her.



Together each fighting for air, they collapsed to the ground, still connected and still holding onto each other. Pansy just couldn’t let go.







That evening Ron asked Pansy to stay the night again. As they settled into bed, she felt the need to talk had come. “Ron, what do you expect from me?” She asked as he spooned behind her.



“I expect a lot of good shagging from here on out.” He said.



She laughed with him for a moment. “I mean it Ron, what do you think this is?” She asked.



“I think this is wonderful.” He said kissing the back of her neck. “I expect you to be honest with me about how you feel. And I expect you to know I will be the same way. I enjoy being with you sweetness, and I don’t want to stop being with you.”



She relaxed comfortably in front of him. “I care about you Ron.” She said.



“I care about you too.” He said.



“More then I thought I might.” She whispered.



He was silent for a long moment. “Something you want to tell me?” He asked, kissing the back of her neck again.



She didn’t say a word for several moments, but Ron let her think. “No, not yet.” She said.



He hugged her tightly, letting his whole body cradle hers. She would say what she needed to say when she was ready.



The next morning Pansy awoke to find the bed empty and not too warm to the touch. He had been out of bed for some time.



“Good morning.” He said walking into the room, and joining her back in bed.



“Good morning.” She said. “Oh Ron, this is wonderful.” Leeloo had brought a tray and was waiting until they settled before setting it over them. Magically balancing itself Ron and Pansy had breakfast together, delighting in Leeloo’s muffins and coffee. Her sausage was perfection and Pansy had never had fluffier eggs in her life. “I could get used to this.” She said.



“So could I.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Pansy wondered at what he implied but she said nothing.