Title: Loving a Slytherin is Madness.
Words:461.
Rating: M
Warnings: If you blink you might miss Harry/Draco reference.
I wrote this for the sortinghatdrabs community at life journal. The prompt was, ""Love that is not madness is not love."
This was madness; I mean it had to be right?
Ron mused as he tried to rationalize the witch lying next to him. He knew the war begat strange bedfellow, but he and Pansy Parkinson-better known as the ice queen of Slytherin? The only thing worse than that was the blond prat of Slytherin himself.
But still, here he was sweeping the early morning strands of ebony silk from her face as she slept the sleep that only a well loved and satisfied woman slept.
"Was this love or madness and would I be able to tell the difference? Ron whisper .
Ever since he first saw her in the Grand Hall the first year he somehow knew, even in the shadow of his friendship with Hermione, that Pansy would be his. Pansy had come to him in during sixth year, concerned about her best friend Draco. No, that wasn't right it was more than just concern, she had been terrified. Draco had confided in her that the Dark Lord had entrusted him with a very important task-a task he couldn't or wouldn't tell anyone, including his best friend. Which was strange for Draco, who told Pansy everything, every dark secret and desire. He even told her in their fourth year about his obsession for Harry Potter.
Ron remembered her trembling voice as she clung to him, as she told him in between sobs. He had held her tightly as he suggested she seek the Order's help. But when the Final Battle came, even though Ron and Pansy seemed inseparable, she still fought beside her parents. That was until her father had Ron in his sight. Pansy watch in slow motion as her father lifted his wand; the tip glowing green, before it reached Ron, Pansy had killed her father.
Ron was brought back to the present when he felt Pansy stir beside him.
"Morning blue eyes," she sighed as she lifted up her arm to stroke his face.
Ron leaned down to kiss her lightly, but as the kiss deepen they could both faintly tasted their love making from the previous night.
"A knut for your thoughts?" Pansy asked as she broke the kiss.
"My thoughts are of you love, as such they are priceless. I'm thinking about me, you, us, this madness, this love, our love."
"Love that is not madness is not love," Pansy whispered as he kissed her lips again.
Ron slowly rolled her onto her back, her early morning readiness made it easy for him to fully enter her, making Pansy gasp at the suddenness and Ron's completion of her, arching to meet each one of his thrusts.
Madness or not they rode the wave of passion as each one crashed into them.
