Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling, Warner Bros and so on own Ron and Pansy, thank you.
A/N:Well, since I'm not a native speaker, there might be some small mistakes - and I bet almost all of them (if there actually are some) are collocation mistakes. I am so sorry for that and if you notice anything really out of normal, I'd be grateful if you'd let me know. And, also, if you like it, why don't you leave a review? Make me happy! Thank you very much for reading it! XD
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I. Casual Meeting
She was the cold and arrogant Slytherin. In the other hand, he was the silly and renowned for his childishness Gryffindor. Obviously opposites, but somehow they had their ways crossed after the Ball that year. After all the non requited love they've suffered for, they finally met each other better and started dating. Lucky them it didn't call much attention (everybody is focused in the mudblood's affair, she says). And now they were spending almost all nights together: sometimes in the gardens, others in the Room of Requirement, as they were tonight.
"Ron?" she called him in a low tone.
"What?" he answered, his voice apparently drowsy.
"Have you ever truly loved someone?" she asked, as if it was like asking if he had had breakfast that morning.
"Perhaps. No. I don't know." he said, unconcernedly. "Why?"
"I was just curious about it." she answered, indifferently.
Some minutes passed in complete silence, only interrupted sometimes by an annoying sound that comes from Ron's nose when he's got a cold.
"Ron?" she called again, a bit embarrassed this time.
"What, Pan?" he replied patiently, more sleepy than he was before.
"Do you know how's to love someone?" she questioned blankly, staring at the Room's door.
Ron smiled.
"People say loving is good, you know." he started while scrubbed his eyes. "They believe love can break all the walls, change the world; actually. They also say that when you love, you don't care about yourself - the only thing that matters is the person you love, and if they're happy, you feel strangely happy too."
"Is it just that?"
"They say if your heart beats more quickly, if your eyes shine abnormally and you get butterflies in your stomach every time someone touches you, it's love." he grinned for her and scrubbed his light blue eyes again. They were getting slightly red, by now. "Something more you want to ask?"
"No." - she answered calmly.
"So goodnight, Pan."
"Goodnight, Ron."
Some more minutes passed in inexplicable fastness and silence. Apparently Ron had found a good position to sleep, pointing he looked like an angel. Pansy felt too guilty for waking him up, but she reckoned she needed to.
"Ron?" she called in a low tone again, fearing he'd get annoyed about her.
"What, Pan?" he replied some seconds after, as if he had taken that break to slightly awake.
"I think I love you." she said with a smile and, resting her head on his naked shoulder, slept right after.
Ron grinned while taking a small wick of hair that was covering the closed eyes of the blond girl off. And then, he stared at her for some seconds and his smile grew bigger about what he had just realized.
"I reckon I love you too." he whispered, and with his arms around her, he fell asleep.