Pansy's Parchment II

While Ron had the bag packed an ready, Pansy was focusing on her body. Sex had become no existent simply because it was impossible to get into any comfortable position. Even when they managed to find one, it was usually stopped because Pansy had to urinate after a minute.



She was also more then irritable with everyone. By the time she was just over eight months along, everyone was ready to hang themselves. Harry patted him on the shoulder. “It will be over soon. Just a few more weeks and you’ll have your wife back.”



“I know that.” Ron said sipping his tea. “I can’t even breathe right lately.”



“Well, imagine how she feels, carrying around that extra weight, all in one spot. She can’t sleep, I noticed it getting hard for her to walk.” Harry told him.



“I’m well aware of that, Harry, I pay attention to my wife. I’m just at a lose as to comfort her. This late in her pregnancy the usual things don’t work or shouldn’t be tried. I can’t take her on a picnic, because broom riding is something Neville said to stop for now, and walking out to the lake is too much for her.” He said.



“What about dancing, she loves music and dancing doesn’t she?” Harry suggested.



“Her feet are killing her after half a waltz.” Ron told him.



“What about just listening to the music, sipping some champagne….” Harry began.



“She’s pregnant she can’t have champagne, and sitting there watching other ladies in elegant gowns and smalls waists depresses her.” He said.



“What about shopping? Don’t all women like shopping?” He asked.



“You want me to take a woman depressed about her size shopping for clothes that are either too big or that she can’t wear for another few months?” Ron asked.



“Alright, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” He said.



“It’s that a regular problem with you?” Pansy asked coming out from the back of the house.



“What?” Harry asked, thinking he had heard her wrong.



“He can’t hear or think apparently, always asking this and that, never…….” She rambled on to herself in the kitchen. They were able to hear her but couldn’t make out any words. Harry slowly looked over at Ron and whispered.



“Is she mental?” He asked. Ron groaned and let his head drop in his hands, knowing what was coming.



“Mental?” Pansy screamed, coming out of the kitchen. “I hope your balls fall off and you get a venereal disease that prevents you from humping until you are old and decrepit and can’t get anyone to agree to fuck you!” She stomped off to the back.



“What the hell was that?” Harry asked.



“That is what my wife turned into the past month.” Ron said. “I’d like to personally thank you for bringing it out.”



“I didn’t mean…..” Harry said.



“I know, I know.” He said. “I’ll try and make her feel better.” Ron finished the rest of his tea, then grinned at his friend. “When Ginny gets pregnant, I’m going to go over there every day and do this.”



“Cheers Ron.” He said, then took his leave.



Ron thought hard as he cleaned up the tea cups. Pansy needed something to calm her and relax her. He remember that bath basket that Hermione gave her at the shower and thought it might help but Pansy didn’t like long bathes lately. It took too long to prepare, and clean up, and……. Ron stopped smiled.



He could give her a bath. He could get it ready, run it, get her towels and her nightgown, then he could clean it up, she wouldn’t have to do a thing. That would make her feel better, being pampered. He could even bathe her, scrub her back, massage her with lotion afterwards. He started getting an erection, then put the thought out of his mind. A bath, she only needed a bath.



He went to the bathroom and started the water. She liked it warm, neither too hot or cold. He moved into the bedroom where she was relaxing with her feet propped up by a pillow. He moved the dresser and pulled out her pink cotton maternity nightgown. It was charmed so she didn’t need to wear a bra which made sleeping more comfortable.



“Ron, what are you doing with my gown?” She asked from the bed.



Ron gave her a grin and went back to the bathroom. Hermione’s gift basket was on the counter near the sink. He looked at the various bottles and found one that said ‘bath oil’ on the label. Reading the instructions quickly he turned and poured some of the oil into her bath. Magically produced pink rose petals appeared in the water inside the circles of oil in the water.



Smiling, he went back to the basket and looked at the others. He took out another bottle with the label ‘bath bubbles’ and poured some of that into the water. Pink bubbles filled the tub in random sizes and patches in the water.



He stopped the water, and tested the temperature with his fingers. Perfect. He pulled out a soft washcloth and took the bottle of bath gel, setting then on a chair that he placed at the edge of the tub. She had washed her hair that morning so she would need it washed tonight, but she would need the pampering he had in mind.



He moved to the bedroom and approached his wife. She was sitting up and craning her neck to see into the bathroom. “What are you doing in there?” She asked.



He helped her to her feet and began to undress her. “I am preparing something for you.”



“Ron, I’m too tired and irritable right now love, I wouldn’t……”



“It’s alright, I don’t want sex, I just want to make you feel better.” He told her, kissing her cheek. When she was naked he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, easing her carefully into the tub. “Just relax, you don’t have to lift a finger.”



Pansy leaned back against the tub, grateful for the relaxation of the water. “Rose petals?” She asked, lifting her leg and seeing the petals cover her skin.



“From Hermione’s gift basket.” Ron told her. He dipped the washcloth in the water, and lathered it with the gel. Pansy sat up and let her eyes drift closed as Ron scrubbed her back and shoulder. She felt the tension and stress of her temper was away with his hands.



Ron eased her back against the tub again, and moved his position, washing her legs and massaging her feet. He moved the cloth over her breasts, groping them gently and watching them pucker up. He felt his child as he glided the cloth over her swollen belly. They were gentle movements, not active kicks. It seems the baby enjoyed this bit of pampering too.



Pansy hadn’t said one word the entire time. She assisted Ron when he wanted her to move her body, but other then that he did everything. He even lifted her arms and legs and rinsed them off. When she felt his fingertips on her cheek, she rolled her head toward him and gave a lazy smile.



“Do you feel better?” He asked softly.



“Much.” She said, reaching out a hand and closing her fingers around his. “I’m sorry I’ve been so mean to you.”



“I know you are love, it cant be easy going through this. I just thought I’d try and make it a little easier for the moment.” He said leaning in and kissing her forehead.



“You always try. I see how much you try to help me, and I know I should be more appreciative of it.” She told him.



“I know you are. Being pregnant is hard on you, and I admit there is no way I could do this, I’m not as strong as you are.” Pansy laughed at his admission. “How do you feel?”



“Relaxed, and tired.” She said.



“Well then, let me put you to bed.” He lifted her out of the tub, quickly and gently dried her off, slipping the nightgown over her head. He carried her to bed and put her down on her side. She relaxed against the pillow as he pulled the covers out from under her. She didn’t want them over her, though, so he left them turned down and went to clean up the bathroom. He waved his wand this way and that, putting away bottles, wiping up water from the floor, and draining the tub. He used a cleansing spell on the empty tub to get rid of the oil and bath gel he had used.



When he finished in the bathroom, he made sure the house was sealed and warded, then changed into his lounge pants. He slid into bed beside his wife who was now sleeping. Looking at her he noticed her belly and leaned closer. A ripple moved over her. Resting a hand on the lower part of her belly he felt the flutters there as well.



His eyes widened as something raised upward. He focused again and watched as what looked like a foot raised up again. Or was is a hand? It didn’t seem long enough to have been a foot. He watched his child moving inside his wife and relished a newfound respect for his wife. This extra weight and constant movements were the reasons she was so tired and cranky.



He would have quick after two months of this, but Pansy was stronger then him. She had never said she regretted the decision to have a baby, and she never blamed him for not being the one to carry the baby, she never blamed the baby itself.



She was going to be a fabulous mother, and he was glad to be able to have a child with her. He put out the lights and went to sleep.







“Ron. Ron wake up.” Ron quickly waved his wand at the lamp, then faced his wife. “I think I’m in labor.” She was sitting up and looking down at him.



“What?! Now?!” He rose up and sat beside her. “It’s a month early, are you sure?”



“I think…….” Ron focused on her face, which went from panicked to confused. “I thought………I felt something.”



“The baby doesn’t have that much room now, so the kicks are getting stronger.” He told her, citing what Neville had told them last week. This close to her due date, he was seeing her weekly now.



“It wasn’t a kick Ron, this was different. My whole belly tightened up. I’m sure it was a contraction.” She was holding her stomach and looking at it.



“It stopped?” He asked, reaching out a hand to feel her belly. He felt only the movements then a settling, almost as if the baby were sleeping too.



“Yes, it did.” She said.



“Alright.” He settled next to her, and draped an arm around her. “We will wait right here, and if it happens again, we’ll go to St. Mungo’s. Do you want to try breathing? Just the relaxation breathing?”



“Alright.” She relaxed under his arm, inhaling and exhaling as he counted for her. After about half an hour, she stopped. “I think it was nothing.” She said.



“Do you want to keep waiting?” He asked.



“No, it’s gone, whatever it was.” She said. “I’m sorry for waking you for no reason.”



“You didn’t wake me for no reason. Anytime something happens I need to know.” He told her. She felt better as his reassurance, and spooned her back against his chest. He cuddled her close, with a hand on his resting child, but he didn’t get a wink of sleep. They would see Neville tomorrow for her appointment, but it was too far away fro Ron to feel comfortable.