Chapter 20
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Ron came awake warm and content. Letting sleep roll away from him slowly, he flexed his arms, pulling the witch in them even closer to his body. She felt like the muggle heaven Hermione had tried to explain to them. Perfect paradise. Her soft curves aligned just right to his frame. Her skin was warm against his, the rise and fall of her chest as she slept on like a lulling melody. The pain of the past weeks settled even further away from him as he leaned forward to bury his nose in her hair and breathe her in. She smelled like jasmine and moonflowers. Exotic, intoxicating, beautiful. Just like the witch herself.
He still couldn’t believe she had come for him. Running in her night clothes without anything on her feet, no less. The sight alone would have caused his already overloaded brain to stop but then, Merlin then, she had thrown herself into his arms as if that was the only safe place to be. It had taken him a moment just to parse her words with his mind having ground to a halt at the feel of her in his grasp. Nothing had felt so right. Not winning the gigantic game of wizard’s chess or destroying that damn cursed locket. Not watching Voldemort turn to ash at Harry’s feet or kissing Hermione during the final battle. Nothing in his life had ever felt like it fit until she had molded to him and he had wrapped his arms around her thin frame and pulled her as close as he could get her.
Now, all he wanted to do was stay just like this for as long as she would let him. Right here in this bed, her in his arms. Forget classes or therapy or the rest of the world moving on. He was right where he never knew he wanted to be and he didn’t want the outside world to come and ruin it.
That tiny spark of fear wormed its way into his chest. What if, once they were outside where everyone could see, what if Pansy changed her mind? What if he wasn’t really what she wanted? What if he wasn’t good enough for her? He didn’t think he would survive intact if she walked away from him now that he knew what it felt like to have her, to hold her. He loved her. It snuck up on him without warning, without any real effort or active participation on his part. One day he was healing her knees and trying to show her that he wasn’t the same emotionally impulsive asshat he had been. The next, she was the very beat of his heart. He didn’t know what would happen when they left this room and he was terrified to find out.
With a sigh, she shifted, rolling over in his arms until they were lying nose to nose with each other. Her eyes blinked open and when they met his, the smile that bloomed on her face brought one of his own to his lips.
“Morning.”
Music. That is what her voice was to him. Music from the greatest of composers.
“Morning. How are you feeling?”
She yawned and stretched, her body rubbing against him and making him suddenly very aware of the morning agitation in his trousers. Shit.
“Like I slept for the first time in years. I think your bed is more comfortable than mine. Must be some favoritism to the Gryffindor hero. I’m considering putting in a complaint with the mind healer over preferential treatment being handed out.”
Morning issue forgotten, he chuckled, pulling her face to him to kiss her gently on the lips.
“Maybe it’s just the wizard in the bed that makes it feel more comfortable.”
She gave him an assessing look before she giggled and snuggled into his chest again.
“Mmm. Yeah, that’s probably it. Guess I won’t go complaining yet. Have to do more research to make sure first.”
Running his hand over her hair, he kissed her head, wrapping around her fully again and enjoying the way she fit up against him. The peace only lasted a moment before her dainty little hand moved to rub against a very sensitive part of his body. He froze, the groan slipping free as he waited to see what she would do.
“Weasley?”
He kept his eyes shut tight, hands shaking slightly along her back and hip as he tried to breathe some semblance of calm into his body.
“Yeah?”
Her tone was haughty as she spoke.
“There seems to be some sort of beast in our bed with us.”
Her words however, pulled a laugh from him that shook them both. He tried to get control of it as she glanced up from beneath her lashes at him, a sly grin on her face.
“Oh? Think that might be your fault. I didn’t invite it to our sleepover.”
Her grin turned downright menacing as her fingers wrapped around his clothed cock and stroked one slow trail of fire up.
“What are we to do? Do you know the spell to tame it into submission?”
His breath caught and stuttered out. He had no idea what to do. All the time fighting and running, sleeping in a tent and barely surviving, he hadn’t once thought what the hell he was going to do with a witch in his bed. He never had the damn time. And now, here she was, the perfect one looking up at him like she was going to eat him alive and he had no idea what to do.
“I…”
He swallowed with a nervous click in his throat, fingers twitching against her hip. He could feel his ears and cheeks turning red as he kept his eyes on hers. Refusing to lie to her, he let the embarrassing truth out.
“No… I don’t have a bleeding clue, Pans.”
Her smile turned gentle, her eyes going soft as she nudged him onto his back and slid to straddle his lap. Leaning forward, she placed light, teasing kisses up his neck until her tiny little teeth tugged on his ear lobe. Her breath was warm as it washed over and into him, her words lighting his already too hot body on fire.
“Don’t worry. I do.”
The blush that stole over his face sent a melting sensation even deeper into her heart. He was so utterly good and sweet and innocent that she had no idea how someone as mean and prissy as her had managed to catch his attention. Unlike others, Pansy didn’t give a shit. She had caught him and damned if she wasn’t going to keep him now. He was her wizard!
Continuing her path, Pansy set her lips gently from his ear up and over his temple. Though it was Saturday, she knew they had a therapy session with their new mind healer today. She wasn’t able to take all the time in the world to introduce him to this first experience, but she was going to do her best, both for himself and for herself. With light sweeps, she covered his entire face from brow to cheek to chin with her lips.
Bypassing his lips with a chuckle at the slight huffed sign from him, she tilted her face just a little and let her lashes drag along his skin. As she made her way to his other ear, she let her hands run up his neck and into his now gel free hair. The short strands tickled her palms as she ran her fingers over his scalp, setting her nails gently into the rhythm as she nibbled his other earlobe with her teeth.
She could feel his body tense under her, a stuttered breath falling from his lips as he tried to lay passive under her. Knowing it was probably killing him not to do anything, she let one of her hands brush down his neck, over his shoulder, and down his arm until she could lift his hand and set it against her back.
“You can touch me, Ron. I won’t fall apart.”
He huffed a quiet laugh, his other hand lifting and both of them running gently, reverently up her back, over her neck and up into her hair.
“I might.”
His words, so softly spoken as he turned her head and met her lips with his, brought a smile to her face just as they met. Feeling it against him, his own lips tipped up. His kiss fluttered against her mouth as if she was a precious treasure, worthy of worship and the utmost care when handling it. She had kissed others before but never had it felt like this. Like something sacred. As if she were so dear to him that to do anything else but softly touch her would be criminal.
She had no idea how long they stayed that way, her laying against him, their lips touching down and retreating, tongues rolling not in a battle but in a type of communion she didn’t even know existed. Time seemed to pause for them as they fell deeper and deeper into each other's aura. If this was what love felt like, she had never understood the concept before today. And if this wasn’t love, she was more than ready to see just how much further she could fall, how much more she could feel, when it was.
Shifting just enough to give herself some space, Pansy slid her hand down his chest, over his stomach, and over his cock once again. As it jerked in her hand, he gasped against her lips, the kiss breaking for just a moment.
“Pansy…”
She could hear the hesitation and worry in his voice. She knew all about that first real touch. The one that sent your mind spinning out of control and dragging your body with it. It had scared the shit out of her even as she had begged for more. She didn’t want him to be afraid or worried about what she would think. She only wanted his pleasure and his complete surrender.
“It’s okay, baby. I know. It’s almost too much, isn’t it?”
He groaned as she stroked over him softly, bringing just the barest friction to his length. His hands turned from gently to pleading as he pulled them off of her to grip the sheets instead. Such a sweet wizard. Not wanting to put even one bruise on her, even in the throes of his pleasure. She would break him of that notion, but not today.
“Let go, Ron. I’ll catch you, I promise.”
As she ran up his length again, she let her fingers drift under the edge of his trousers and slid against the soft skin of his stomach before dipping past the elastic band and taking him in hand, skin to skin. That first touch had his head dragging against the pillow as he grit his teeth. She watched, eyes on his face as she tugged him up into the throes of insanity and watched him fall over the ledge.
As he spent himself into her hand, he bit his lip, groaning in what sounded like pain, but what she knew, had to be indescribable pleasure. She kept him suspended like that, tugging every last drop of his release from him until his body collapsed back to the sheets beneath him. Letting her hand rest just holding him as he came back down, she watched his eyes open and gaze down at her in glazed wonder.
She grinned up at him and giggled as his lips tipped up in a lopsided grin to match. Reaching for her wand, she cleaned both of them off before sliding up his body to lay in his arms. His strength wrapped around her, pulling her against his overheated chest, lips lightly touching down on her head as she breathed out.
“Your turn, yeah?”
Her laugh caught her off guard as he rolled her over, settling above her, arms on either side of her head as she looked up into his crystal blue eyes.
“I’m not sure we have time. The mind healer is supposed to be here sometime today.”
He scoffed, nuzzling into her neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“I’m healed. All better. Got the best cure right here in my arms.”
Even as she giggled again, her insides melted and sighed at the honesty in his tone. His hands framed her head, lips making their way up her neck until they met hers in another soul stealing kiss.
“Show me what to do?”
Any shame he may have felt at the beginning seemed to have melted away under her hands. As she met his eyes and nodded, the look in his eyes felt like forever. If she was anything, she was a Slytherin through and through. She was going to take the promise in that look and make sure he never had a reason to ever look at any other witch with it for the rest of their lives.
Taking one of his hands in hers, she started to lead him on the journey of her body, knowing from his kisses alone, he was going to learn how to worship her this way and then do it every chance he got. She was looking forward to every moment of it.
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