|springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut,|
@ 2009-03-24 07:44:00
|Entry tags:||fic, het, ron/pansy|
Happy springsmut, dragyn_42!
Title: Hogwart’s Best Kept Secret
Pairing(s): Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:Ron finds out about one of Hogwart’s best kept secrets, and is pleasantly surprised.
Warnings: None really
Word Count: ~3,000
Author's Notes: Thank you to my beta. Dragyn_42, I tried to work as much of your prompts and kinks in as I could. This story took an entirely different path than I had originally intended, but Ron/Pansy is one of my favorite pairings. I hope you like this.
He followed the map on the back of the card. It was taking him deeper and deeper into the castle; deeper into Slytherin territory. He still didn’t know why he was doing this. He replayed the events of the previous two days in his mind for the umpteenth time….
It all started when he caught his girlfriend snogging Seamus Finnigan in the Gryffindor common room. His girlfriend, the rule-abiding bookworm Prefect, the girl who swore that she loved only him was cheating on him with that Irish…idiot. After saying some very ugly things to her, not wanting to hear her explanations, he stormed out of tower and just wandered around the castle until well after curfew.
The next day he refused to speak to Hermione, who nearly threw herself on him, trying to apologize. It didn’t help that she had been branded the slut of the school. Hermione and Seamus were all but cast out by the rest of Gryffindor, but that didn’t give Ron any comfort. He still felt like he was not worth much, especially when his girlfriend seemed to agree.
It came as a surprise when Pansy Parkinson of all people approached him after potions and handed him a card. "You know, Weasley, she isn’t worth your time. Follow the directions on the back of the card. It will make you feel much better, I guarantee it."
"What’s your game Parkinson?" Ron narrowed his eyes at the Slytherin girl as he looked at the card which said 'The Club' on the front
"No games, Weasel," Draco came up behind Pansy. "Despite your family’s lack of money and Muggle loving ways, you don’t deserve what that Mudblood did to you." Draco said the last work loud enough for Hermione to hear as she passed them.
"Eight o’ clock," Pansy said softly. "Be there."
"You aren’t considering going are you, Ron?" Harry thought his friend was crazy. "I don’t blame you for not wanting to be near Hermione, but this is Pansy Parkinson we are talking about here. That’s a piss poor way to get even with Hermione."
"No, Harry, I don’t think its got anything to do with getting even." Neville spoke in Ron’s defense. "I think it might be exactly what he needs."
"But—but these are Slytherins," Harry protested. "We can’t trust them."
"In this instance, we can," Ginny chimed in. "Come with us, Harry, you’ll see."
"I’m not going anywhere near those slimy Slytherins."
Neville shrugged. "Suit yourself." He turned to Ginny. "Let’s go. Ron, we will meet you there."
He had taken their advice and was now following the map on the card. He had only heard tidbits from Fred and George about this…club. Traditionally, it was only for purebloods, but, over time, others were let in. It was rumored that Lily Evans occasionally spent time in The Club, as did Harry’s father and friends.
He finally reached his destination and nervously knocked on the big oak door. A boy he didn’t recognize opened the door and looked at the card before letting him in. "How much do you know about The Club?"
"Not much, admittedly. My brothers made vague mention of it, but never in detail."
"Okay, let me explain it to you. This Club has been around in various forms for several centuries. It was a place for the students to…relax. For a long time it was for pureblood males only. Over time, pureblood females and halfbloods were invited down here and very rarely, Muggleborns. Admittance is by invite only. The only real rules are that you do not discuss what happens down here. Is that clear, Weasley?"
Ron nodded and was led through another door into a large room. There was loud music playing, and people dancing on a makeshift dance floor. There were couches, and big, squishy chairs scattered around the room. People from all houses were mingling, some people were just talking, others had moved into dark corners and little nooks and were doing other things.
"So, what now?" Ron asked.
"Go find someone to talk to. I think your sister is down there somewhere with Loony Lovegood," the boy responded.
Ron nodded and went down the spiral staircase into the large room, looking for a familiar face.
"Well, Weasley, you actually made it down here. I thought that Potter would have talked you out of it."
Ron recognized the voice right away. "First of all, Parkinson," Ron said, as he turned around, "Harry may be my best friend, and he may be the Boy-Who-Lived, and I may be known as his sidekick by you snakes, but I DO have a mind of my own."
"Apparently, or you would not be down here," Pansy said with a smirk. She had always had a thing for the Weasley boys, mainly because they were redheads. "So, now that you’ve found your way to Hogwart’s best kept secret, what do you feel like doing? You can dance, have a drink or two, go snog someone, or just find someone to talk to. Hell, you can even find someone to play chess with, though it may be strip chess or something like that."
Before he could say anything else, she grabbed his hand. "I think maybe you should have a drink first. Firewhisky maybe, to relax you?" She escorted him to a small bar and poured them both a drink. "What shall we drink to?" She pretended to think for a moment. "I know. To lost love and much better opportunities." She winked and downed her glass.
Ron followed her example and downed his as well. "Where does the booze come from?" He asked.
"No one knows the source. It’s just here for us, sort of like a Room of Requirement." She poured another drink. "So, how have things been in Gryffindor since the big fight?" She asked.
"So you can mock me?" he retorted.
She shrugged. "I’m just curious to know how the dynamics of the Lion’s Den work."
"Fair enough." He told her about finding Hermione and the fight that followed. "It was a right mess after that. Everyone is mad at them now, which quite frankly surprises me," he admitted.
As he took another drink he looked Pansy over. She really wasn’t the pug-faced girl that he had thought she was. She was kind of pretty, especially since she had grown her hair out. She had a decent figure too, but he had always thought that.
"Like what you see?" She brought him out of his daze. "I’m not surprised that your housemates took your side. Did you ever cheat on her? No, you didn’t. Everyone knows you were smitten with her, and well, Weasleys are known for their loyalty." She smirked. "She doesn’t know what she’s lost," she added a bit cattily
They chatted a bit more, Ron discovering that Pansy was definitely a complex person, but far smarter than she ever let on. Possibly even as smart as Her—his ex. He pushed that thought away, it wasn’t fair to compare the two. They were two different people, although he would later admit that Pansy was at least honest about her intentions.
When the music picked up a bit Pansy put her glass down and looked at him. "Do you want to dance…Ron?"
"I don’t know how."
"I’m sure you will learn quickly enough." Pansy gave him an actual smile and pulled him out to the dance floor.
"Just do what I do."
It took Ron a bit of time to get over the way Pansy moved before him slowly, and rather awkwardly started moving with her. Her smile encouraged him and he was starting to have a good time. He felt more free than he had in a very long time. Hermione had never wanted to do anything fun or spontaneous.
Pansy was pleased that this was turning out so well. Ron was actually a very good dancer, and she really liked the way he felt pressed up against her. He was enjoying it too, as far as she could tell. Since they were only slightly buzzed she knew it wasn’t just the alcohol.
As the music slowed they made no effort to leave the dance floor. Ron looked awkward for a minute, but relaxed when Pansy put his arms around her waist and rested her head on his shoulder. This is nice, he thought. His ex had never been one for dancing this close and it frustrated him to no end. She had always come off as rather prudish. There I go again, comparing them! Stop it, Ron! He let out a frustrated sigh.
"Something the matter?" Pansy looked up at him.
"I was just thinking about how different you and Hermione are," he blurted out before clamping his lips together. "I’m sorry, that’s not fair of me."
Pansy shrugged. "It’s only natural. You’ve been close to her for years and you’ve liked her - loved her, whatever - for almost as long." She met his eyes. "I think, however, for tonight, you need to forget."
He nodded in agreement. "Easier said than done, though." He put his head down.
"I think I know a way, but you need to stop thinking about it, and just feel." She gave him a smile before reaching up and kissing him lightly.
Ron looked a bit surprised when she pulled back. "What was that for?"
"I think you needed it," she replied with a smile. "I think you need more than that."
"It wouldn’t be right, though. I don’t want to use you like that."
"Damn your morals Weasley. If nothing else it will take your mind off of certain people and remind you that you are still desirable. I wouldn’t be offering if I thought you weren’t. To be honest, I’ve wanted to fuck you for some time."
"I’m surprised you didn’t try to undermine Hermione and me if you were so eager."
Pansy laughed. "I may be a Slytherin, but for one thing, I’m not a slut, despite the rumors. For another thing, I don’t go after other girls’ boyfriends. However, right now you are free and therefore fair game." She winked and kissed him a bit harder this time, pleased when he kissed her back and pulled her close to him.
They stayed like that for several minutes, lost in their own little world until Pansy pulled away. "Come on," she said as she pulled him off the dance floor towards a dark corridor.
"Where are we going?"
"You’ll see, as much as it would be really hot to find a corner in there, I figured you might not appreciate the potential for voyeurism."
"I appreciate that…I think."
They reached a doorway at the end of the hall. Pansy muttered something and the door opened, revealing a set of stairs. They went up the stairs and down another long hall. Pansy stopped in front of a door and opened it. "This is my room," she said as she pulled him in and locked the door.
Pansy’s room was decorated in the requisite silver and green of Slytherin, but it didn’t look as dark and dismal as the common room. Ron looked around trying to see if there was anything that could be construed as a dark object.
"Relax, Weasley, there’s nothing here that is illegal or dark," Pansy said softly. "You would be surprised how many of us do not believe all that nonsense that the Dark Lord spewed." She pulled him over to the bed. "Sit down," she said before she straddled him. "Now, let’s focus on something more pleasant, shall we?"
Before Ron could say a word she was kissing him again. She sucked on his lower lip, pleased that she could feel him growing hard as she was grinding against him. She pressed her chest against his, and they lost their balance and fell back onto her bed.
Pansy looked down at him. "Don’t do anything yet," she whispered as she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing a green lacy bra that covered ample breasts. She tossed it aside and began to tug his shirt out of his slacks before making quick work of the buttons. "Very nice, Weasley," she said as she admired his chest. "Quidditch is definitely good for you." She kissed him lightly on the lips and then started to kiss down his neck, nipping lightly at the base of his throat before making her way down to his chest. "Very nice," she said lightly kissing each of his nipples before sliding down his torso. She ran a hand over the bulge in his jeans. Apparently the rumors of the Weasley boys being well-endowed was not much of a rumor.
She unbuckled his belt slowly, looking up at him as she did so. His eyes were half closed, and while he had not mad a sound, his breathing was getting a bit heavier.
Ron had been surprised at how bold Pansy was, but he certainly wasn’t going to complain. She was nicely endowed in his opinion and at that point all he could think about was how nice it would be to bury his face in her breasts. Those thoughts were lost when she started kissing and touching him. He looked down and met her eyes as she removed his belt and unzipped his jeans. She definitely was taking her time, which was frustrating him as much as it was turning him on. His erection was starting to hurt.
Pansy pulled his jeans down and got up long enough to pull them completely off. She tossed them to the floor and crawled back up his body to his groin. She ran her hands over his boxers before pulling those down as well. "Just relax," she said when she felt him tense up. "If you aren’t comfortable, I can stop."
"It’s…not that," he whispered, his face growing hot.
She seemed to understand as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly but firmly watching his face.
Ron could barely move. She was touching him and it felt good, better than wanking in the shower; better than wanking to his brother’s old Playwitch magazines. He closed his eyes as she continued to stroke him, and moaned when she sped up. It felt too good and he immediately came. "Sorry," he breathed, turning red again. He was rather embarrassed that he had no control.
She stretched herself out next to him and kissed him. "Nothing to be sorry for," she said, "unless you didn’t like it…"
"That was wicked," he whispered.
She smirked. "Your move," she said.
He looked at her for a moment. "I’m not sure what to do," he admitted, putting his head down.
"Why don’t you kiss me and we’ll go from there," she said softly.
He nodded and kissed her, pushing his tongue rather clumsily into her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind and he was relieved when she began exploring his mouth. She tasted like cinnamon and spice. Sort of like warm cider.
He pulled away from her to kiss her neck, trying to do to her what she had done to him. His kisses were more timid, and his hands trembled as he removed her bra. He fondled her breasts gently, circling her nipples lightly, watching with fascination as the skin puckered and they became hard under his touch.
He remembered listening to what some of the guys in his dorm and on the Quidditch team talked about when they discussed what they had done to various girls they had dated or shagged. He leaned over and kissed one of her nipples, slowly taking it in his mouth. The little noise that he heard her make gave indication that she enjoyed what he was doing. Feeling a bit more confident he moved to the other nipple for a bit before moving back up her body to kiss her again.
He slid his hand down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt and slid his fingers underneath it, to the edge of her panties. He had heard that girls liked when they were touched down there and he tentatively ran a hand over her knickers slightly startled at how wet they were.
"Don’t stop, Weasley," she whispered as she moved her hand over his, instructing him in how she wanted to be touched. Fortunately he was a fast learner, and she nearly lost it when he slid a finger inside her knickers and began to search for her clit.
She moved her hand over his again and placed his fingers where she wanted them. He was definitely a fast learner and she smiled her approval.
Feeling a bit bolder, he slid one finger into her and then another. She felt incredible around him. He began to move faster inside her, listening to her breathing speed up, totally unprepared to feel her contracting around him and whispering his name as she came.
He stayed inside her until she had calmed down a bit and moved so he was lying next to her again. "Was that alright?"
"Bloody fantastic," she said. "We aren’t done though," she whispered as she pulled him in for another kiss.
What happened after, he would never forget. Things sped up after that and the rest of the night was spent doing things that he never thought he’d get the chance to do. When he finally entered Pansy it was beyond anything he had ever imagined. Come to think of it, he hadn’t ever imagined it being this good with the other girl. Pansy was a good teacher, patient and equally willing to give as much as she took.
He woke up the next morning to find himself still in the Slytherin girl’s room, said girl curled up around him, her head on his chest. He lay there for another half hour until she woke up.
"Hey," she said as she raised her head up from his chest.
"Hey yourself," he replied.
"You should probably get going, if you don’t want anyone to know you were here. Half the house is probably either still asleep, or elsewhere."
Ron thought about that for a moment. "You know something? I don’t care who sees, or who knows. I’d like to do that again sometime."
"I think we can arrange that," she whispered as she kissed him again. "Now is just as good a time as any."