Reckless

"Ow...What was that for?" Ron asked, rubbing his head where Pansy had hit it.

They were sitting under a tree by the lake, and the sun was just beginning to set.

"Stop sulking....you told me to do what I wanted....besides, if anyone has reason to sulk, it's me..." Her voice trailed off and she bit back tears as the hurt welled up within her again. The nice evening temperature the feeling of freedom having finally confessed her life story had been almost enough for her to forget what had happened before the office.

Both of them had completely ignored her wishes as far as 'never' wanting to see him again.

"Pansy," he began uneasily, "what happened...earlier? It seemed...I don't know how I hurt you...just that I can't make it better if you won't tell me what it is I've done wrong."

Pansy sighed and turned away from him. "Do you know what I said to you before we went down to the common room?"

He shook his head. He'd heard her say something, but it was mumbled and barely audible.

Ron crawled in front of her. "I'm not going to rip it out of you, piece by piece...all I can do is ask you to tell me and hope you'll answer honesty."

"Pansy...what was it that you said?"

She looked down and started to open her mouth to speak, but he stopped her.

"Look at me."

"Ron...I can't...I...."

"Yes, you can. Look at me, and tell me what it is you said."

Her eyes looked into his, and a small, shy smile curved her lips. "I love you."

His face was blank. "Shit...That explains a lot...can't just throw something like that at a bloke...Did you really just say...?" Words spilled from his lips, and then he fell silent, unsure of what to say.

The smile faltered, and she sighed heavily, jerking herself away from him. "I said that I love you. I...I probably shouldn't have said it...It was a stupid thing to do; but I spend far too much time thinking about you."

"Did you....not mean what you said?" he questioned, leaning against the tree.

She shook her head. "I meant it," Pansy said quietly.

He didn't know quite how to react. It wasn't as if he didn't love her, hadn't yearned to say the words himself, couldn't not say them without feeling like he'd be lying....it was simply that he didn't think he'd have to say them so soon. The love he felt for her was so overwhelming he had to constantly remind himself to come back to earth.

He put an arm around her waist and kissed the top of her head. "I've loved you for a long time..."

He didn't have to say anything else. She folded herself into his arms.

Ron felt the tension leave her body as she fell limp against him while they watched the sun set.

It seemed like nothing could go wrong now. The next three or so weeks passed in utter harmony and love.

***

"Are you happy with this?" Ron asked, sitting at the edge of Pansy's bed as he looked around her new room.

She had been sleeping in a room near the teacher's quarters for the past few weeks, and to finally be able to break some rules was a complete and utter relief to the both of them.

She nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for...not giving me a hard time about it...I really appreciate it."

They made light conversation for a while, subconsciously drifting closer and closer to each other until they were both lying on their backs on the bed.

"Its 9:40...shouldn't you go back? Curfew is at 10, isn't it? I...I don't want you to get in trouble."

He said the first thing that came to mind. "I don't want to leave."

"Then what do you want to do?"

He rolled over, straddling her hips. "Baby, do you really want to know?"

"Oh," was all she could say, and his lips were attacking hers before anything else could be said.

Pansy didn't have time to think, the sensations were overpowering her rational thought, and his hands were unbuttoning her blouse and...

"Ron! St-st-stop....mmm....stop!" The conflict was...quite evident. Ron's lips were sucking on her neck; she could barely think.

He fell on the bed next to her, breathing raggedly. "I'm sorry." A moment passed. What's wrong?"

"Too fast. Too much. Scared. Can't think." She could barely speak.

"Can't talk either?" he teased.

She laughed as she punched him lightly on the arm. "Shut up. It's just...the last time I did this--the only time, it was with....him."

"God...I didn't know. Shit. Do you want me to leave? Or...." It was hard for him to say it, but he meant it. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. He loved her too much for that.

She grabbed his wrist when she felt him move. "No. Please don't. I don't want you to go. I...want to do this with you...I'm just a little scared."

"I'm not going to hurt you. I...promise."

"I know. Kiss me again."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to regret it. It would ruin everything and...I can't have that." The admission pained him, but they'd already exchanged the three big words; it wasn't like he could go back now.

She looked into his brown eyes. "I won't. I'm surer than I've ever been. Kiss me again."

His lips met hers again; his hands fumbled on the buttons, and pushed the shirt off her shoulders, on to the floor.

He growled and reversed their positions, him on top, her pinned under his weight. He quickly got rid of her skirt and his pants. They were thrown impatiently to God knows where in the room, and neither of them missed a beat when something hit her dresser and what Pansy knew was a lovely glass butterfly shattered on the floor. Ron kissed her belly button, kissed in between her small, perky breasts, slithered his hands down to her silky thighs, cascading kisses up until his nose bumped in between them.

Her breath caught as he bit into her thigh lightly, making her nearly scream in pleasure.

Ron hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly pulled them down to her manicured feet. He kissed his way back up, looking up into her half closed eyes, savoring the pull of his hair as she gripped it; spurred him on.

"Oh God...Ron...I'm going to-" She glared as he pulled away; How could he? Everything was perfectly blissful...she knew there had to be more than this...she knew there was, she could feel that this utter perfection was just the threshold of something glorious to come.

"Why did you stop?" she breathed, on the verge of tears as her body pulsed for more.

"Because there's...so much more." He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I don't want you to come without me. Without me inside of you."

Hearing the words somehow made her hotter, more desperate....she had to have him, and she had to have him now.

"I need you..." It was all she could manage to say.

His eyes bored into hers as he leaned over her body. He had to make sure that this was what she truly wanted; that there would be no regrets or tears in the morning.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded, eagerly pushing her hips up to his. "Do it." She moaned, and her eyes flashed open. "I want you..."

All thoughts of attempting control and gentleness fled when she stared at him in fiery impatience.

"Faster. Harder...oh, god...that's it."

He obliged, amazed by her beauty, the incredible risings of pleasure in his body and taking satisfaction in her moans of pure ecstasy, her pleas for more.

And then his world came undone. It was like the world turned itself upside down and stars came crashing down. This feeling was so intense; he saw spots of radiant brilliant color behind his eyes as he closed them, desperate to find a place in which to fit this amazing feeling. He felt her nails digging into his back as they both struggled not to scream...

***

"I feel as if I drank too much last night," Pansy giggled. Her mouth was dry, her body sapped of energy, and her limbs felt heavy.

She stretched lazily; after the first three times, she lost count of the number of times they explored the realm of human sexuality.

"Last night was amazing. You are amazing." Ron's voice sounded no different than it would have if the Chudley Canons had just won the world cup.

She smiled. "I never would have known you were a virgin had you not, em....told me."

He blushed, remembering the time where he'd gotten drunk and spilled his best kept secret. "I'll take that as a compliment."

Pansy swung her legs over the side of the bed, looking back at him... "It was meant to be." She reparo-ed the crystal butterfly that had been broken the night before.

"Where are you going?" Ron asked, sitting up and scratching his head.

"Breakfast...you should come too, you know." Her eyes flashed mischievously at him.

Ron's stomach grumbled. After all, he'd just spent a night making passionate love to the girl he loved. He was, well, a tad bit hungry.

He groaned. "Don't say stuff like that unless you want me to do you again."

"Maybe I do," she retorted, throwing his rumpled and in some places torn, clothes at him.

His stomach growled again, and he reluctantly watched Pansy's body disappear into clothes and reluctantly slipped into his own and not so reluctantly stole her underwear and ran down the hallway.

***

"You look like the Canons just won the cup," Harry stated as Ron sat down at the table, flushed from his last minute snog session with Pansy in an abandoned broom closet.

"Wouldn't compare to how I feel," Ron said, loading his plate up and take a large swig of pumpkin juice; He had exerted a lot of energy last night.

Harry and Hermione shared a knowing look.

Hermione grinned. "I take it you and Pansy are doing...alright?"

Ron's smile widened. "You called her Pansy. Does this mean that--"

Hermione dismissed the rest of his statement with her hand. "Harry can be terribly convincing when he wants to be," she said flippantly, winking at him to clarify that Harry's convincing of her had nothing to do with persuasive conversation.

Ron blanched. "Spare me the details," he insisted.

Harry and Hermione grinned. "I bet you already know the details by now, mate," Harry joked, poking him in the side.

Ron felt great. He was no longer the only Gryffindor virgin above 6^th year, his friends didn't have a problem with his girl, and she was safe from harm now.

A paper crane landed on his shoulder, and he managed to open it under the table. Surprisingly, no one noticed.

We need to talk. After I leave, wait a few moments and then follow me.

-Pansy

He turned around and his breath caught on the heartbroken look on Pansy's face.

"Fuck," he said simply. "Fuck."