Food - Ron/Pansy - NC-17
Title: Food
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Ron/Pansy
Words: 478
Rating: NC-17

Written for 50_smutlets, where I claimed Ron Weasley.

So, basically, it’ll be another 50 Ron!smutlets.

But not with his Harry.


Food
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For a couple of days, their food was brought by a surly, middle-aged, wizard who grunted and flung a plate into the cell, scattering the bread or potatoes across the floor.

If it was after dark, Hannah carefully crawled towards the door, feeling for the food and collecting it on the plate, not allowing the boys to blunder about, squashing it.

One night, the door closed behind their gaoler and a candle uplit the face of Pansy Parkinson, rather unflatteringly.

“Dinner,” she said flatly, dropping it in Hannah’s lap.

“Thank you, Parkinson,” Hannah muttered.

She took a hunk of bread and passed the plate to Justin; he grunted and nodded at Pansy and passed the plate to Ron.

“No,” Pansy said clearly.

“What?” Ron asked, his hand suspended over the plate.

“You have to sing for your supper, Weasley,” she purred, stepping closer.

“I don’t sing,” Ron said.

Pansy snorted and, standing astride his legs, parted her robes.

“You cannot be serious,” Ron squeaked, blinking at her nakedness.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

“Get away from him,” Justin shouted.

“Touch me, Weasley,” she hissed, ignoring him.

“Why?” Ron asked, cowering back against the wall as her curls glistened in the candlelight.

“Or you won’t eat,” she shrugged.

“No, I mean why me?”

“Draco,” she snapped.

“What about him?” Ron asked, clearly baffled.

“I know you fucked him.”

“What?” Hannah gasped.

“Not fucked,” Ron assured her swiftly. “Just… a bit of frotting. A bit.”

Hannah snorted.

“But you’re still not making sense,” Ron said to Pansy. “What’s this about?”

“Draco,” she whispered. “It’s always about Draco.”

“You want me to finger you because Malfoy stuck his hand down my trousers?” Ron asked.

“Doesn’t sound like a bit of frotting to me,” Hannah muttered.

Pansy fell to her knees and grabbed Ron’s hand.

Shrugging at Hannah he slid it between Pansy’s thighs and looked away as she rubbed against him.

Hannah and Justin exchanged looks and shifted away from them and Ron frowned.

“What did he say?” Pansy asked, breathily, her hips moving in circles as his fingers slid through her folds.

“Who?”

“Draco,” Pansy moaned, her head tipping back. “Inside me, Weasley. What did Draco say when he fucked you?”

Ron reached beneath her with his free hand and hooked two fingers, slipping them up, inside her.

“He said he didn’t like me,” he said.

“Then why did you fuck him?” Justin asked conversationally.

“I don’t know,” Ron complained as Pansy spasmed around his hand and rubbed her clit hard against him. “He… he was wearing my old clothes… he, I… I seem to be a frotting post for Dark Wizards.”

Pansy screamed “Draco!” as she came and she got unsteadily to her feet.

“You can eat now,” she said, kicking the plate over to him.

Ron looked from the hunk of dry bread to his glistening fingers and sighed.


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