A/N: Hey all. This is one of my few non dramiones. This is a Ronsy idea i had with the same idea as RZZMG, Pansy getying with Ron to avoid a marriage contract. I hope you all enjoy the teaser ;) ❤ all my fans. And also, seeing as this is something im not too experienced with, the pairing I mean, please review your thoughts. ?MP

.~Three Months Ago~

"Pansy Elladora Parkinson, you are going to marry a suitable Pureblood man and that is final! We have already worked out the contract with Xerxes' parents." Pansy's mother stated, sipping her tea daintily.

Pansy wanted to rail and wail and whinge at the unfairness of all of this. She could've sworn after Lord Voldemort's downfall her parents would become more reasonable with their expectations. Apparently she gave her parents far too much credit. They still expected her to be some sort of twisted sex toy, baby making factory for a Greek Durmstrang graduate.

"So I can't marry who I want? You told me when I graduated I'd have some sort of a choice! Is there any way to go back to his parents and say 'Sorry, we made a mistake we want to let our daughter make her own decisions'? I refuse." she stated, pacing in front of her parents defiantly. Pansy's father smirked and looked at her over the rim of his glass of firewhiskey.

"Certainly not. You are going to do what all Pureblood daughters do and marry someone of our choice. The decision is final." he replied diplomatically. Pansy stamped her foot.

"No. I won't do it." she answered back. Her father stared at her, creating an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"You have no choice. If you break the contract, you lose your inheritance. You'll be completely penniless. And the only ways to break it would be to become pregnant with another man's baby and marry whatever poor sob you get to sleep with you." her father laughed maniacally. Pansy's eyes filled with angry tears as she stamped up to her room.

She slammed the door to her bedroom shut and began to pick things up and break them. First was an expensive Chinese heirloom vase her mother had given her; then a fancy Victorian dollhouse, a porcelain and gold detailed china tea set, all smashed to bits. She stared at the mess for a few moments before gathering her stash of galleons and her clothes and such into a rucksack.

Half an hour later, her rucksack was packed and she was staring around her room one last time. And then she apparated out of Parkinson Manor.