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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Pansy_Parkinson/Ron_Weasley
  Character:
      Ron_Weasley, Pansy_Parkinson, Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger
  Additional Tags:
      Banter, Humiliation, Exhibitionism, Wall_Sex, Hate_Sex, Oral_Sex, Anal
      Play
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-07-01 Words: 3473
****** Uncontrolled Behaviour ******
by imera
Summary
     Ron is tired of Pansy always making fun of him for everything he
     doesn't have. However, he will show her that in between the sheets he
     has more than anyone she knows.
Notes
     Written in 2012 for the hp rare fest.
“Let it go,” Harry said as he pulled Ron away from a group of Slytherin’s who
did everything in their power to make fun of Ron. To Ron’s surprise, Draco’s
words were not the ones that hurt the most; it was Pansy who made the biggest
impact. “They won’t stop if they know their word affects you, just pretend you
don’t care.”
Ron found Harry’s comfort slightly annoying, mostly because he knew it all.
Pretend like they were invisible, pretend like he was better than them, pretend
like he was the king of the world. Well, Ron was tired of pretending.
The last year was almost over, and the Slytherin’s taunting has increased, both
in the amount and the degree of rudeness. Not only were they making fun of his
clothes and him as a person, but they had not begun to comment about his
future, about how he would end up working as a dragon dung scooper and other
ridiculous positions like that.
All he needed was to show them one last time before they graduated and began
their apprenticeships. Sadly, he didn’t know what he could do or say to make an
impact on them, not when he had almost nothing.
-o-
Ron spent weeks trying to come up with a plan, but eventually gave up when he
realised none of them worked. He might be lucky if Harry could borrow him some
money, but he would not sink as low and ask his best friend for a loan just to
show a group of Slytherin’s.
Since he had given up, he began to prepare himself for a full night of taunting
during their graduation party. Bill, who felt sorry for making fun of his Yule
ball robes, borrowed him some nice formal robes. While it was not nearly as
nice as Harry’s, it was still better than his last set of formal robes.
Feeling more confident about himself, Ron, Harry, Ginny and Hermione, entered
the Great Hall which was filled with sixth and seventh year old students.
Decorations in all kinds of colours floated around them, there was finger food
on tables around the room, and the music flowed through the crowds. The band
wasn’t as famous as The Weird Sisters, but they played nice music, and everyone
was enjoying themselves.
Ron scavenged the room, mentally noting where most of the Slytherin’s were
standing. Thinking that by avoiding the Slytherin’s the night wouldn’t be
wasted, but fearing they would suddenly show up in front of him was tiresome,
and destroyed his evening.
Hermione must have noticed how much he disliked being at the dance because she
walked over to him. “There is no shame in leaving early,” she said with a faint
smile.
“Especially when nobody knows I’m here,” Ron added. He could see Hermione was
not pleased about his answer, but Ron was too tired to care much about her
feelings.
“I’m just trying to help, Ron. I didn’t wake up today and decide to make your
day miserable.” Ron opened his mouth, but quickly closed it when he realised it
would only make things worse.
“I’m sorry Hermione, I’m just exhausted, maybe it would be best if I went back
to the Gryffindor tower and rested.” Hermione smiled, squeezed his hand and
left. Watching her return to her date, Ron felt his temper boil. She turned him
down when he asked, only to say yes when Eddie Carmichael asked a few hours
later. Ron didn’t understand why she agreed to go out with the boy she stopped
when he tried to sell Baruffio’s Brain Elixir to younger students. Not wanting
to cause a scene, Ron quickly left the party.
Almost running up the stairs, away from his classmates who were having a blast,
he reached the next floor within seconds. Taking a sharp left swing, he crashed
into someone who walked in the opposite direction.
Being the stronger one, he was standing while the other student fell. Even if
he was pissed, he still felt the need to help the stranger up and apologise,
but scrapped that thought as soon as he discovered the identity of the student.
“Are you blind as well as stupid Wesley?” she barked as while rubbing her
elbow. If his friend was with him he wouldn’t have replied, but since they were
occupied, and he was fuming, he decided this would be his moment.
“That’s rich coming from someone who doesn’t see just how ugly she really is.”
He could see the rage, as well as surprise, on her face as she tried to stand
up.
“Take that back, ginger freak!” Refusing to do as she ordered, Ron crossed his
arms.
“No, pug faced snake.” He smirked as he saw her rage boil. “I refuse to let you
ruin one of my last days, you mental hag.”
“Take it back or you’ll regret it,” Pansy threatened him.
“I refuse to apologise for something which everyone are thinking of you, even
your pathetic Slytherin friends thinks you’re ugly.” He knew she would react
badly, but he was not prepared on a physical attack. Luckily for him, he was
stronger, and could easily turn the situation around.
She managed to dig her nails into his shoulder before he got the upper hand and
pushed her against the wall. Gasping from the force against the wall, she
slightly released the grip on his shoulder.
Grabbing both her wrists, he pinned them above her head, and pushed his body
against hers to keep her from escaping, or kicking him.
“Release me, you ginger monkey brain.” Ron wasn’t sure if he should laugh of
her insults, or actually find it insulting. “Just wait, when my house discovers
what you did to me, you’ll suffer.” While trying to move away from him, she
groaned. “What on earth is in your pocket? A baguette? Is your family so poor
that you need to hamster food for the summer?”
Confused, Ron looked down at his own body, wondering what she was talking
about. When he discovered what the thing pressing against her was, he smiled,
knowing he had one thing which might shut her up. “That is no baguette,” he
said as he pushed his pelvis against her. Pansy groaned again, but this time
she was quiet afterwards.
It didn’t take long before she understood what he meant. “You’re such a liar
Weasley.”
Ron smiled, imagining the shock when she discovered he did not lie. “Really,”
he said as he pushed his cock against her again, this time making her moan. “I
bet you haven’t seen a cock as big as mine, Parkinson.” Again he pushed his
cock against her, just to make sure she got the point.
“Don’t flatter yourself Weasley; I’m sure you only charmed it. Why should you
have a big cock? It would be a waste since nobody would look at you twice.”
Refusing to let her win by criticising him, Ron decided to use the fact that he
had a larger than average cock.
“There is no enlarge spells on my cock, I’m just really lucky. You might be
right about some things, but for once I’m telling the truth. You’re of course
determined to call anyone who are not a Slytherin a liar, so I don’t see how
seeing my cock would ever convince you otherwise.” Ron wasn’t sure what kind of
reaction he tried to get out of her, he only knew he had not expected her
reply.
“Then let me touch it,” she said, her voice slightly hoarse. Ron stared at
Pansy, too shocked to say anything. The thought of her touching him, even if
she was a Slytherin, was beyond exciting. The problem was trust issues; he
feared she might try to hurt him.
In the end his hormones won, and he released one of her arms. She didn’t take
her eyes off his face as she moved her hand between their bodies until she
found his cock. When she touched his cock through the layers of fabric, it was
his time to moan.
“You like that, don’t you Weasley?” she said while rubbing her palm against his
hardening cock.
Not wanting to let her think she can win, he grabbed her hair and pulled it,
forcing her to bend her head to the side. “I’m enjoying this as much as you
are, Parkinson.” She didn’t deny it, not that he would believe her when she
moaned the next second. When her hand moved away from his cock, he feared she
wanted to stop, but was pleasantly surprised when she moved her hand to the
edge of his trousers, trying to unbutton it.
If he wanted to make it easier for her, he would have released her other arm,
but he enjoyed his position too much to give her more freedom. Pressing her
hand hard against the wall, he leaned down at her neck and ran his tongue
against her skin. Pansy moaned while continuing the challenge to open his
trousers with one hand while their bodies were pressed against each other.
When his trousers were finally open, she pushed her hand down until she reached
his cock. As she grabbed it, they both moaned. Releasing her other arm, he
reached for the edge of her skirt and traced her skin all the way to the hot
and wet cave between her legs. When he touched her already wet panties, he
groaned against her neck. Pulling at the edge of her panties to the side, he
pushed a finger into her.
The hand around his cock tightened every time his finger entered her warmth,
making them both moan in desire. Pulling the finger out, he added a second
finger and listened to her as she moaned even louder, this time unable to move
her hand in his pants. Releasing her hair, he grabbed her perky breasts and
searched for the nipple, which he eventually found and pinched. The way she
moaned next to his ear made him even harder.
She must love the pleasure he gave her, because all she could do was moan and
gasp for air. The only times the hand in his trousers moved, was when blood
pulsed through his cock and it grew bigger and harder.
Releasing her breast, he grabbed the top and bra and pulled it down over her
breast, exposing her pink nipple. Unable to stay calm, he grabbed the nipple
with his mouth, slowly rolling the nipple between his teeth, causing several
loud moans to escape her throat. Pinching the nipple with his fingers, he began
to bite her breast, not hard enough for it to be painful, but enough for her to
enjoy it.
While he played with her, he rubbed the heel of his hand against her outside,
making sure to massage her clitoris at the same time. He didn’t have much
experience with girls, but he learned a lot by growing up with five older
brothers.
Deciding this was the right moment to fuck; he released her breast and slipped
his fingers out of her. After pushing down her panties, he did the same thing
with his trousers. When she saw the size of his cock she gasped, which was a
nice confidence booster for Ron. He was about to move between her legs, when
Pansy lowered herself in front of him and took his hard cock in her mouth.
Because of his size, both in length and width, she wasn’t able to take much of
him. Only because she wouldn’t be able to deepthroat him, didn’t mean he wasn’t
enjoying her experienced mouth. The way her tongue crossed the head of his
cock, carefully pushing against his slit, then running down his shaft, was
almost enough for him to come.
Not wanting it to end there, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up. “My
turn, cunt,” he said before pushing her against the wall.
“Say that again,” she begged. Confused he thought back to what he just said.
For a moment he thought she wanted to hear him say it was his turn, but then
thought it must be the vulgar word he used, maybe she liked being degraded.
“Cunt,” he whispered next to her ear, enjoying the moan she released. “You like
being called a cunt? You bloody whore.”
“Yes,” she admitted. Unable to hold back a groan, he grabbed her legs and
lifted one of her legs up until he could position his cock between them. Her
arms wrapped themselves around his neck, holding tightly as he slowly slipped
his cock into her. It didn’t take long before Pansy gasped for air. Smiling at
the reaction he got, Ron continued to push his cock into her, enjoying every
sound she made. “You like the Gryffindor cock, don’t you my little Slytherin
slut?” At the end of his question she moaned.
“Yes, you bastard,” she replied, making Ron moan as well. Ron rubbed his hips
against her, which caused Pansy to gasp as she dug her nails into his back,
making him moan as well.
Unable to control himself, he pulled his cock almost completely out before
forcefully pushing it back in, making her moan in pleasure. Her nails burrowed
themselves into his shoulder and neck every time he pushed in. Her breath was
almost caught in her throat as his cock filled her with his large cock. The few
times she opened her eyes, she could barely concentrate on Ron before having to
close them again.
“Oh yes, fuck me, you worthless piece of shit,” she moaned into the chilled air
of the hallway.
Throbbing harder into her, he grabbed her arse with one hand, and slipped one
finger between her cheeks, stopping only when he was able to hold her as well
as rub his finger against the second entrance. His finger must have triggered
something new, because the volume of her moans turned even louder.
“You like this, don’t you cunt?” He didn’t have time to watch her as he shifted
his other hand so he could get a better grip of her.
“Yes,” she answered after a few seconds. Ron wasn’t sure if she said yes
because she liked the fucking, or because she agreed to his question.
“You’re my little whore slave, aren’t you?” he whispered against her temple.
“Yes, I’m your little slave whore,” she answered. Hearing her admit it, even if
it was only during sex, turned Ron on so much he feared he would come right
there and then.
Finding the position slightly problematic, he released her, slipped his cock
out of her, and turned her around so she was facing the wall. After he had
positioned her so she exposed her arse to him, he dipped his thumb into her hot
and wet pussy. Pulling it out, he moved it higher up to her arsehole. Slowly he
pushed his finger into her tight hole, stopping only when he reached the first
joint of his thumb.
It didn’t take long before he pushed his cock into her hungry pussy, fucking
her until her face was pushed into the cold castle wall and her throat was sore
from all the moaning.
This way he was able to fuck her even harder, which she seemed to like since
she was almost shouting in pleasure every time his hips smashed against her
arse. Fearing someone might discover them because of her screams, he pulled her
up and pushed her whole body into the wall, this way it was easy for him to
cover her mouth with his hand.
Having to remove his finger from her arse hole, he grabbed her hip and tried to
fuck her with the same force as before, but was unable to. “Keep your mouth
shut, whore,” he said before he released her mouth and grabbed her other hip
with his hand. Finally he was able to keep her in place and fucking her so hard
she would have problems sitting for a week.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned against the wall. “I’m coming,” she said before she
grabbed her own hair and moaned long and loudly. Hearing her come like that, as
well as feel her hot and wet orgasm run down his cock and balls, was all it
took for him to reach the edge, and come deep inside her.
Digging his nails into her hips he kept her still while his orgasm pulsed
through his body until he feared he would pass out. Combining his sex
experience wasn’t even close to how wonderful this single moment was.
When he was done, he slipped his still hard cock out of her, and quickly
dressed himself. Pansy locating her panties a few feet away, quickly she
reached for them. Ron watched her, and wondered what would happen now. It
wasn’t like he wanted to be with her, but this experience was so good that he
wished it would repeat itself.
“Look what you did bastard,” she said as she showed her hips with the marks
from his fingers. “If I find out you have told anyone about this, I’ll
personally track you down, rip off your balls, then force them down your
throat, understood?”
“Of course it’s understood, it’s not like I want anyone to know my cock has
been in you. Doesn’t surprise me you wouldn’t want anyone discovering that you
admitted you’re a Weasley slave whore.” It looked like she wanted to say
something else, but left instead with her panties in her hand.
Watching her depart, Ron wondered just how it was possible for them to go from
hating each other, to fucking. Finding the situation bizarre, he decided to go
up to his bed, where he could dream about Pansy’s entrance without fearing
someone might find him with a hard cock in his hand in the middle of the hall.
-o-
Ron discovered the next week that Pansy wanted to act like nothing happened
between them during the dance, something Ron didn’t have any problems with. The
only problem Ron had after the whole incident was that he continuously imagined
fucking Pansy against the wall.
Because of the images that was brought out every time he saw her, he was glad
their school year, their last year at Hogwarts, was soon over. That meant he
wouldn’t have to cross paths with the Slytherin’s for a long time, and maybe he
would be able to look at a wall without imagining someone in front of him with
their skirt pulled over their arse.
Pansy pretended nothing happened between them, but Ron noticed a difference in
her taunting, and the shifting of her eyes to his cock when she didn’t speak.
Sometimes Ron amused himself by twisting his hips whenever she was looking at
him, or at his trousers. When she saw his cock pushing against the fabric, she
quickly turned her head away and kept her mouth shut the rest of the quarrel
between the Snakes and the Lions.
It was during one of the last days that things changed. Ron received an
anonymous message with a location and time. He was no fool and knew who sent
the message. Without thinking about the situation, he told his friends he had
something to do and left, ignoring their questions.
Reaching the classroom, he wondered if he should knock or just enter. Deciding
on the later, he entered the room. Taking a step into the darkened room, he
noticed the slight movement in one of the corners, and quickly walked towards
it.
“Couldn’t stay away from me, whore?” Ron said, continuing their last game. In
the dimmed light he could make out a smile on her lips as she took a few steps
forward.
“Just as much as you were able to stay away from me, prat.” Quickly she undid
her white uniform shirt, and revealed a green bra with black lace decorating
the edges.
Moving in front of her, he grabbed one of her breasts. “You want this?” Ron
asked, enjoying the moan she let out when he squeezed her breast.
“Yes,” she whispered. It was all Ron needed to pull off her bra and enjoy her
soft and delicate breasts, before he moved on to the rest of her body.
Ron didn’t know what would happen later, but for the rest of that day, as well
as the remaining days of their school year, all he thought about was using her
body in new ways. She didn’t seem to mind it either since she kept sending him
secret notes, telling him where she wanted them to meet.
Since nobody could ever imagine anything like this happening between a
Slytherin and Gryffindor, none of their friends bothered about their lack of
company; for once Ron was glad his friends were occupied with their girl- and
boyfriends.
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