A/N: This is kind of my response to all the weird pairings. Since it's not my first language, tolerance with the mistakes in a good practice.
Clearly Ron Weasley wasn't in his best mood and now to make things worse: double period of potions with Slytherin. Just bloody fantastic!
- Mione, could you help me tonight with thus charms essay? - Ron heard Harry cautiously.
- Harry, if you've got the fantasy that I'll let you're delusional, because it took me a lot of work you see and…
- OK OK Hermione. It's just some doubts, really.
- Fine, meet me at the library at 7, what about you Ronald?
- What about me?
- Don't you need help with your essay?
- Hm, I don't know…
- How come you don't? - she asked incredulously.
- No thank you – he quickly added.
Ron looked at Hermione then. She wore disappointing eyes, which was funny because she was never so keen on helping them since she would do the entire essay, but what could he do? He needed to practice quiddich, alone.
- OK then.
Entering the potions class, things were smooth until the bell rang and the professor Snape boasted in:
- Now silence, I've got some news. I'll be separating you into partners and you'll all remain like that until I say so.
People started whispering within seconds, in fear and then again Snape silenced them:
- Shut up! Now here is the list: Miss Abercrombie and Mr Longbottom; Miss Granger and Mr. Zabini; Miss Patil and Mr. Nott; Miss Parkinson and Mr. Weasley; Miss Bulstrode and Mr. Thomas; Miss Heather and Mr. Finnegan; Mr Malfoy and Mr. Potter. – smiling sickly towards Harry.
Grunting could be heard all over the class, but Snape looked very pleased and unaltered by his last arrangements. Ron then headed to Pansy Parkinson table more and more displeased thought each step until he got there and sat in silence waiting for more information.
- I expect a minimum brewing time of 15 days and also a medium difficulty stage. As fifth years and OWL's students you must do your best.
Totally angry by now, Ron waited for the girl to say something but she remained like him, since that wouldn't give them anything he started:
- We can start now and then meet up for the writing par… - he dictated slowly
- Well, firstly Weasel, know that I'm disgusted to work with you. Unfortunately, Professor Snape decided this partner thing but gosh it's revolting… - she looked like it wasn't done.
- Blah, blah, blah, don't care. If you wanna change go ask dear Snape, but oh shit! He won't do that. So shut the fuck up. Tell me what you want to brew cause I won't ask you again.
- Well, we could do the Polyjuice potion, it's basic for OWL's and it'll please Snape – if looks could kill he would be buried now.
- I'll get the ingredients… - he snapped
On his way to the potions cupboard he bumped at Hermione, that looking at him pitied, asked:
- How are you?
- Bloody fantastic! I got the best partner ever! I think I'll tell her to gently put my middle finger up her arse. – Ron answered sarcastically with a genuine smile at once.
- Ronald, don't say it like that. Just give her hell – Hermione laughed though – You're good at it.
- Oh thank you for the complement. It really brightens up my day Mione.
- Stop the drama. Look at Harry!
- See ya Mione! – And turned back to his seat.
- So weasel, what bunny wanted with you?
- At least she doesn't look like a pug. Tooth can be fixed but faces, you die with it. And it's none of your business. – 'That shut her up' Ron thought – Now, pass me the ingredients pug-face please?
- Well, you don't seem very good at making potions, poor you! One less chance you've got to change your economical situation. But I'm not surprise. Since I don't wanna fail as I believe you don't too let me do this. You can do the writing. I'll check that later. – He muttered some bad word in response, thankfully she didn't hear and he was free from another fight.
Class ended and they finally splitted up leaving their potion brewing. Later that night before going to quiddich practice he received an owl.
Meet me at potions class. – P Parkinson.
Pissed he marched to there but the girl hasn't arrived yet. Impatient we took a look at the potions as a distraction when he heard foot steps.
- You better be quick 'cause I've got more important things to do – She barely was in when he warned.
- If you think that I'm happy to be here you're dumber than I thought but then again.
With that he took a glance at her properly and realised she was dressed up, like she was going to Hogsmead or something.
- Why are you all dressed up on a Wednesday? – He asked on a mocking tone.
- I know that you're not used to girls well dressed around you, but this is real. I've got a meeting, that's why.
Ron held back a laugh but couldn't help but snigger.
- So, the ferret huh? – Then started to laugh like crazy.
The girl got really angry and went closer to him.
- Don't (poke on his chest) call (poke) him (poke) that.
Ron laughed more but then with that proximity he saw something. Her blouse wasn't warm and with the cold air of the dungeons he could her chest bumping and so her harden nipples, she wasn't wearing bra, like a miracle he realised. There they were, just for Malfoy's display. He needed to say something.
- You're not wearing bra.
When it hit her she went immediately red. Looking like she was thinking hard she bent down and stared for a long time. It was his time to get red because his pants started to grow and that was what she's been staring.
- And you've got a boner.
Embarrassed from tip to toe, both couldn't stare at each other.
- I've got to go - Stammered Ronald scarred as he left wondering why in name of Merlin she would have owled him if she was supposed to meet Malform to a fingering session.
The embarrassment from last night was comfortably forgotten until breakfast time. Harry, Ron and Hermione were about to enter the Great Hall when they heard:
- Weasel, stop…
Ronald got alarmed and squeaked like a little girl turning around where Pansy Parkinson stood arrogantly in front of him.
- I need to talk to you about our work. It's urgent otherwise I wouldn't be here wasting my time.
- And why pug-face should I miss my precious breakfast? By the way I don't care anymore about that assignment.
- You better start carrot and this IS important so stop being and arsehole
- Well, then stop being a bit…
- Ron will go with you. – Hermione answered by him.
- I did NOT say…
- Finally saying something useful Granger – retorted Parkinson.
Hermione looked like she regretted solving the situation but before she could say something Pansy grabbed Ron by his arm, to everyone's surprise, and disappeared with him at the end of the corridor leaving an awestruck Harry and Hermione.
They walked for some minutes, maybe second, with a confused Ron since the dungeons was in the contrary way. But when she was sure there were no one in sight Parkinson pulled him to an empty class and used her wand to cast a silencing charm.
- Now Weasel, I had a hard time trying to sleep last night after our little encounter. Draco was busy and I was put aside. But then I remembered your boner and it came to me… – While talking she went walking closer and closer, didn't look the same embarrassed Pansy from yesterday.
Ron was flinching, starting to shake in fear. She was unbuttoning her school shirt, robes already on the floor.
- Look at me. – She ordered and with that the cover was gone living her bare chest for his eyes. She made way until him and gently pulled his hands to her pale pair of tits.
Worked immediately. He was aroused again and with that she tip toed to kiss him, his hand lost in her without knowing what to do. Pansy sighed in frustration:
- You never did it, did you?
- That's none of your business again. – Ron gritted.
- Cut it. I'll do it first and maybe you can learn something.
She kneeled down and started to unbutton his fly. He fortunately wasn't wearing his robes yet, or would it be unfortunately?
- What are you doing? Are you fucking mental?
- Stop complaining, you'll like it.
And there he was, couldn't be more excited. The first erotic moment of his life. She pulled his underwear and:
- Oh my Merlin! – She laughed with humor. – You're ginger. Fascinating!
And then he felt her lips right in the tip and soon he was in her mouth. Ron felt a good dizziness. So much pleasure. He wanted to touch her but she was far and kiss her tits. It was hard to suppress a moan so he let it go. So good but he couldn't hold on.
- I'm coming – he whispered hopelessly.
She switched for her hand. Apparently she didn't want to taste him so soon. And with that he succumbed, everything in a blur. What seemed like ages he composed himself while she cleaned the mess.
- Get up! – he asked gently.
She standed in front of him all flushed and he kissed her hard this time. Hands straight to her breast. Tongue dueling. He wanted to kiss her somewhere else. Neck. Lying her in the table so he could see her properly and kiss, suck and lick. Something illuminated him. A love bite; he always wanted to give someone. There he sucked, in the back of her neck while she whimpered underneath him and finished that with a lingering kiss in the lips, almost a slow peck. The last exchanged between them.
- That was okay, but you owe me now.
Ron was speechless and just pulled up his pants while she dressed up and was gone. He followed to the kitchen. More hungry than ever.