Pocketful of Ronsy

by beckysbooktok

Summary:

"Hmm," she hummed, taking another sip of her martini. "Why didn’t you and Granger work out?"

"She was always too swotty, she’s a great friend, but I would have driven her insane. I didn’t  expect her to fall for sodding Malfoy though. Although, there have been crazier outcomes from the war."

Pansy sipped her drink. "Like your sister falling for Theo?"

Ron smirked and slightly shook his head. “Like me falling for you.”

Notes:

• For emilyinwonderland, holygnocchi, orolin.
• In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the Ronsy Fest 2025 collection.

Prompt:

Pansy owns a flower shop directly next to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. She goes wildflower picking and accidentally unleashes sex pollen back at the shop.

“What do you mean this is what I ordered?!” Pansy screeched as she stared at the buckets of orange and purple flowers covering her florist's bench. 

“Sorry, Pans, but we ran out of coral and lavender stems, and you had checked the box saying you would accept substitutions,” Neville grimaced while rubbing his neck. He hated making Pansy mad, she was a terrifying witch, especially once she put her hands on her hips. 

“Neville, you can’t be serious! Orange! When the fuck have I ever used orange!” Pansy shot back. 

He placed a hand on her shoulder, “Pans, you’re the most sought over florist in Wizarding Britain. I’m sure you’ll think of something.” 

Pansy rolled her eyes, “I need more flowers, Longbottom. Pastels. Tomorrow morning.”

Neville smiled at his best friend, “I’ll be here, I’ve got some in the cooler already.” 

He gave Pansy a kiss on her cheek and pivoted to apparate, smirking at Pansy’s final words, “PASTELS NEVILLE!” 

Pansy looked over the buckets of hideously shaded flowers covering her work bench, rubbing her temples as she tried to find her mental muse. 

“What the fuck am I supposed to do with these.” She whispered to herself, leaning on the bench and looking out the shop window. Then it hit her, looking at the Weasley’s joke shop empire. The orange and purple logo matched her floral covered workbench to a tee - her store looked like the Weasley joke shop! 

Pansy grabbed a vase and started arranging the flowers, stripping the leaves from the rose stems, placing filler to add dimension to her bouquet. After an hour of stopping and restarting, she was staring at a bouquet that wasn’t half hideous. 

With a flick of her wand, the closed sign glowed in the window as she made her way to the joke shop empire. 

The ding of the bell on the door made Ron and George’s heads snap up. 

“Ah! Parkinson! To what do we owe this lovely surprise?” George said, leaning back in his chair. 

“These flowers are for you both, couldn’t have them going to waste with no one to admire my work,” Pansy huffed. 

“Well, we love admiring your work,” George said with a wink, standing to take the arrangement from her. 

“Are you seriously hitting on her right now?” Ron asked pointedly. 

“Might as well shoot my shot, little brother. Better than silently waiting for her to notice me.”

Well, that’s interesting. 

A blush crawled up Ron’s freckled neck. 

“Well, I should be going,” Pansy said, her head reeling. 

She turned and opened the door, pausing for a moment as she braced herself on the doorframe. She turned back slightly. “George?”

“Yes, Parks?”

“Ron’s going to beat you in three moves.”

 

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Pansy slipped back into her store and leaned against the door. 

George had flirted with her, but Ron had been jealous. 

She smirked and walked to the back of the store, relieved that Neville had brought more flowers for her to work with. Ron had been someone she'd had her eye on for a while. His relationship with Hermione had ended when she started going overseas for missions with Draco, leaving him alone more often than not. They were still friends, and frequently were spotted out and about, but Hermione had moved on and it seemed like Ron hadn't. He had quit working as an Auror and now ran the joke shop with George, living above the store, working around the clock. 

The bell above her door dinged, startling her from her train of thought. 

“Parks?” Ron asked, peering around the door. “Are you in here?”

“Shite,” she muttered to herself, casting a quick freshening charm and smoothing down her hair.

Pansy walked to the doorway of the back room and leaned against the wood frame, being sure to have all her curves properly on display.

“Evening, Ronald, how can I help you?” She asked.

The tips of his ears went red, and he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I was actually wondering if you'd like to go out with me tonight? Grab a drink?" 

 

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The little bell above the pub dinged, and Katie Bell greeted them with a warm smile. 

Ron nodded at her and Pansy offered a soft smile. They settled into a booth at the back of the pub. A basket of soft pretzels and pub cheese was levitated over to them. They exchanged small talk about their respective shops, popping pieces of cheese covered goodness into their mouths as they laughed about Ron's latest invention.

As the booze relieved Pansy's inhibitions, she let a question slip. “Why didn’t you become an auror?”

Ron let out a huff and folded his toned arms across his body. "Do you want the selfish answer, or the one that feeds my ego?"

"Both?" Pansy said as she pulled the olive between her teeth from the toothpick in her drink.

Ron let out a sigh. "I didn’t want George running the shop alone, constantly reminding him that his twin he started the empire with is dead. Having me around, hopefully, puts a plaster on that." His hand fidgeted with a napkin on the table, close enough where Pansy could reach out and touch him. "The selfish answer, I’m tired of seeing death."

"Hmm," she hummed, taking another sip of her martini. "Why didn’t you and Granger work out?" 

"She was always too swotty, she’s a great friend, but I would have driven her insane. I didn’t  expect her to fall for sodding Malfoy though. Although, there have been crazier outcomes from the war."

Pansy sipped her drink. "Like your sister falling for Theo?"

Ron smirked and slightly shook his head. “Like me falling for you.”

 

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Pansy had a bandana wrapped around her head as she made her way through the thicket of trees to the wildflower patch that had the best filler flowers. Yes, it was more labor intensive than just having Neville deliver some, but there was just something freeing about harvesting herself some days. 

The sunlight was filtering through the trees, casting her in a golden glow. Her sheers cutting through stems made a satisfying crunch. She sat back on her heels, looking over the baskets she would have to transport back to her shop. She shrunk them down and placed the baskets in one larger one, apparating back to her store with a crack. 

Pansy immediately got to work stripping the stems of their leaves, her hand sliding with ease as she discarded the greenery on the ground. As she got to the last stem, her eyebrows furrowed. 

"What is this?" She asked herself as she picked up a thistle looking flower, one she never would have picked. As she touched the seed pod, it exploded, casting a green haze over her entire shop. Her lungs siezed as she breathed in the pollen, heat pooling between her legs as the fumes seeped into her system.

"Oh, shite," she gasped, trying to swat the pollen from her face. 

It was too late. 

A bell dinged above her door.

No, no, no, she thought. Her mind moving in slow motion. 

"Don't come in," she choked out. 

"Pans? Is everything alright?" Ron asked, ignoring her words of caution and heading into the back room where he heard her voice originate. 

He pulled the door open, unleashing the pollen into the rest of the store. Pansy watched his eyes dilate as they raked over her body, similar to how he had looked at her on their date. 

"Pans," Ron breathed as he rounded the corner of her workbench, reaching for her. "What is this stuff?"

Pansy let out a sigh. "Sex pollen, it's an aphrodisiac that doesn't work out of your system until you orgasm. I… We don't have to, I can get McClaggen or someone else to help me."

Ron's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you… seeing McClaggen?" 

"No!" Pansy blurted. "But, I would hate if you felt obligated to shag me just so we can break through the haze." 

"Obligated?" Ron echoed. "Pans, that's not an obligation, that's an… honor." He started undoing his belt in eager haste, shoving his trousers and pants to the floor to reveal an already erect cock. "Joke King, at your service."

"Well, Ronald, if you’re our king, that would make me your queen," Pansy flirted, pushing him to sit on an overturned bucket. "And I declare that cock of yours my throne," Pansy said, lifting her dress while straddling his lap. Ron vanished her knickers as she lowered herself, sinking slowly onto his cock. 

"Fuck, Pans," Ron groaned, his hips snapping up to meet hers.

His hands reached for the hem of her dress, and tugged it over her head then unclasped her bra, letting her breasts fall free. Ron lowered his mouth to her nipple and grazed it with his teeth before turning his attention to the other side. Pansy's hand grabbed onto his hair, holding his mouth in place as he sucked and nipped at her. Her head fell back as Ron worked her, his hands holding around her waist lifting her up and down on his shaft. She arched under his touch angling her cunt so he could grind against her while thrusting. 

"I'm so close, Ron," she purred. Two final thrusts had her wrapping her legs around him as she clenched down on him, her orgasm freeing her of the pollen's haze, leaving her drunk on Ron. 

"I need a new angle," Ron ground out, standing with her still wrapped around him and moving them to the window. Pansy shivered as the cool glass met her bare back. Everyone could see, and neither of them gave a damn. Ron tucked his head into the crook of her neck as she clung to him, his hips snapping against hers with increasingly fervor, his testicles smacking her arse. 

"I love you, I love you, I love, love you," he proclaimed as his hips stuttered, his orgasm weakening his knees, causing him to brace his arm against the glass panes. His come filled her, his continued thrusting pushing it out of her, leaving her thighs wet, and splotches on her floor. They were both slick with sweat and their arousal as Ron sunk them to the ground, pulling Pansy into his lap. 

"You love me, ey?" She teased, stroking his hair out of his face.

Ron took a deep breath. "Yeah, I do. I know we haven't been official long, but I've known you for years, the caliber of woman you are. You make me laugh, you're an incredible friend, talented, you're the whole package, Pans. So, yes, I love you." 

Pansy tilted his chin towards her, and she planted a gentle kiss on his lips. "I love you too, Ronald." 

She stood and offered him her hand, helping him stand. She guided him to the stairs in the back that lead to her tiny flat above the shop, where they curled into bed together and fell promptly asleep. 

 

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Later that Evening

Ron snuck back into his shop to close up and grab some pajamas to wear at Pansy's. As he locked the register and started up the stairs, the office door creaked open. 

"Look who decided to come back to work, good lunch break I take it?" George asked, smirking into his cup of tea. 

"Just got a little busy helping Pansy around the shop," Ron said, coming down the stairs to rearrange a display to try to hide the blush creeping up his neck. 

"Mmm, yes, Pansy did have quite the display setup in her window this afternoon. She really worked her arse off to make it look so nice." 

Ron peered around the corner at his brother.

"You bloody wanker, you didn't?" He grimaced. 

George laughed. "Of course, I didn't! Only long enough to confirm it was you, then I disillusioned the damn thing. Can't have parents avoiding our shop because of extracurriculars going on around here, it would send the wrong idea!" 

He walked across the store to Ron and set his hand on his little brother's head, ruffling his hair. "I've always got your back, or Pansy's in this case." 

George took two steps then turned back to him. "I'm happy for you, Ronnie-kins. If she makes you happy, I need you to move on, move out of here and live your life. I'll be alright. Afterall, the sooner you move out, the sooner Ang can move in." 

Ron smirked. "Are you kicking me out?" 

"Never," George said. "I am only highly encouraging you to go and be happy with that feisty snake."

George grabbed two packages off the shelf and tossed it to him. Heat Mapping Pajamas.

"Try those out tonight, they change color based on the heat of someone's body." George winked before vanishing upstairs to their loft. 

Ron shook his head, and ran a hand through his hair. He apparated out of the store so he wouldn't have to lock back up again and walked around to the corner where the outside stairs were to Pansy's flat. 

She was waiting on the top step for him, a smile creeping on her face when she saw his red hair come around the landing. 

"Heya," she purred, standing to hug him at eye level. 

"Hey, babe," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. "I have a gift from George," he said, handing her the pajamas. 

She looked at the pajamas and laughed. "Are we going to bet galleons or shares as to where the heat will be radiating from?" 

"Shares, you can have all of me," Ron grinned, guiding her by her waist into the tiny apartment that would no longer be just Pansy's flat, but their home.