Title: Gold Digger Snake
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson
Prompt: Money can't buy love, but it sure gets you a great bargaining position
Word Count: 462
Beta: Thank you very much, exartemarte !
Warnings: Nudity. Angry!Ron. Bitch!Pansy. Possibility of implied infidelity...that's up to you
Summary: Pansy was already there - a place so out of her league than no one would even dare to think she had been ever been there
A/N: Originally written for hp_humpdrabbles .
Gold Digger Snake
Pansy was already there when he entered the dirty room of the Muggle hostel - a place so out of her league than no one would even dare to think she had been ever been there.
"You're late." Her cold voice echoed in the dark room.
Ron started loosening the knot of his tie after throwing his Auror cloak over the nearest chair. "Got stuck in work with--" He stopped mid-sentence, his expression changing as a thought hit him. "At least I showed up," he spat coldly, unbuckling his belt.
Pansy sighed. That type of sigh that drove him nuts. A frustrated, tiresome and bored sigh. "Are you still on that?"
He huffed in response, never stopping his undressing process.
She left the bed and walked to his side, wearing nothing but those stilettos that made him weak at the knees. "Would you please let it go? What was I supposed to do? Choose this hole over a trip to Valencia?" Her amused tone matched with the incredulous look on her face.
"A trip with Nott. Not even taking the trouble of sending an owl," Ron said as he looked at her with a serious expression. He looked hurt, but not as much as when she said:
"Oh please, Weasley. Is this a jealousy scene?" She laughed coldly. "I told you this means nothing to me. You mean nothing to me. Sex a couple of times a week is nice, but you have nothing to offer me. Theodore does and he is willing to give me the life full of luxury we all know I deserve."
He shook his head in disgust. "You are a cold bitch," he hissed before shoving her against the wall.
For a fraction of a second, Pansy's hazel eyes widened at his reaction. Her snobbish expression returned even as she tried to free her wrists from his wide hands.
"Let. Go." Their eyes burned into each other's, agitated breath mixing in the mere inch that separated their faces.
"You don't get it? Don't you want a happy life?" he asked curiously, grabbing her arms over her head with one hand and using the other to cup her full breast firmly, his fingers pinching her nipple until it was red and sore.
Pansy breathed with difficulty, trying to repress the moans of pleasure that burned in her throat. "What...what are you...talking about?" she whispered while moving her hips against his as the need to feel him increased alarmingly second by second.
"Money can't buy you love," Ron hissed, shoving his pants down his legs. He placed her right leg around his hip, exposing her to him completely.
"But it sure gets you a great bargaining position," Pansy whispered against his ear, licking it like the snake she was.
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