BBPC's Note :D Well, this would be my first shot at writing a Ron/Pansy fic. My first fanfic as well. The idea came to me after hearing 'Your Song' by Sir Elton John, so I decided to have a song fic written for this two people. I think this suits them because Ron belongs to a not wealthy family, while Pansy is the opposite. Though not many people ship this pair, I hope you'll like this :D EWE format, btw.
I AM NOT GOOD AT BEING EMOTIONAL. Haha, nonetheless... I am trying :D
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Now, now. Read on!:)
Disclaimer: Miss Jo Rowling owns Harry Potter, and Sir Elton John owns 'YourSong':3
The last note resonated in the room.
"So, how did I do?" Ron asked nervously.
Giving him a pat on the shoulder, Hermione said, "That was splendid, Ron. I reckon you're ready for tonight. More than, actually."
His shoulders visibly relaxed, then he gave her a smile, "Thanks, Mione. I don't know what I would do without you."
"The pleasure's mine," she said, returning the smile. "Good luck then. You better wing it."
Ron stood up from the piano, and reached for his cloak. "I hope everything goes according to plan."
"It will. Now you better get going. You don't wanna be late." Hermione said, ushering her best friend towards the door.
"Alright. See you tomorrow." Ron said as he hugged Hermione goodbye. "Thank you again."
"You're welcome. Take care."
Then he was gone.
Pansy smoothed down her dress, looking at herself in front of the mirror. Her hair had been carefully permed so that it framed her face nicely. The make-up done to her accentuated her cheeks and the eye-shadow brought out the color of her eyes. Her apple red dress fit her perfectly. She smiled at her reflection, feeling very pleased at the way she looked. I'm sure Ron will love this too. She was nervous about tonight's dinner, albeit she shouldn't be for they've done this countless times already. Just then, there was a knock on her door.
"Come in." she said.
A blonde head poked in. "Hello Pans."
"Draco," Pansy turned to see her best friend swagger into the room. "I thought you already left with Blaise."
"And not see you off?" Draco snorted, and sat on her bed, taking in the image of Pansy. "Fat chance. Besides, he knows I'll be here. You look lovely by the way."
The former Slytherin blushed. "Thank you."
The flaxen-haired boy stood up, took her hand and placed it on his arm, "So Miss Parkinson, are you ready?"
Pansy smiled at him, "Yes. Yes, I am."
"Off we go then."
After the war, many people had been surprised by when Pansy Parkinson and Ron Weasley announced that they were an item. Most of them didn't like the idea of a Slytherin and a Gryffindor together, but the others didn't mind at all.
The two thirds of the Golden Trio didn't believe it at first, but after hearing Ron tell them their story, they were convinced that he was sincere and really passionate for his feelings for Pansy.
The Slytherins thought that it was a facade. It was absurd, really. Pansy and Ron? Was it the Apocalypse? But when Ron defended Pansy against them, they realized that he really loves her. Draco pondered on this. He appreciated the fight the Weasel put up for Pansy. He then thought that it she will be safe with Weasley. It was enough assurance that his best friend would be loved and really cared for.
Their relationship and publicity paved the way to the much-awaited House Unity. Since then, the other Houses weren't afraid to go out with people they fancy from another House. Soon, various sorts of couples bloomed. Even their Head boy and Head girl, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, discovered that their feelings were mutual. Not many people were shocked, they were even looking forward to the day that the two would get together; their attraction was way obvious.
After their graduation, they all stayed together just the same: Ron and Pansy, Draco and Hermione, Harry and Ginny, and the all the others. The biggest surprise of all was Millicent Bulstrode and Vincent Crabbe.
Today, however, is one special day for Ron Weasley. Today, he will be proposing to Pansy Parkinson. After six years of being in love with her, he is finally going to ask for her hand in marriage.
It was very nerve-wracking for him, but with a little help from his best friends and family, he believes that he'll be able to do it.
He arrived early at the restaurant where he set up a special dinner for him and his girlfriend. The view from the table was breathtaking. It shows the new magical village nearby overlooking the starry blanket reflected from the huge gulf. The moon was also out today, casting a silver illumination in all the things it touches. Everything was beautiful.
The chimes of the restaurant alerted him of her arrival. His eyes traveled over to where she currently stood, handing the doorman her cloak. She was gorgeous. Feeling his eyes on her, Pansy looked up to meet her boyfriend's blue gaze. She walked over to him and was engulfed in his warm embrace.
"Hello, love. You look beautiful tonight." Ron said into her hair.
Pansy moved from the hug to see Ron, "You don't look so bad yourself," she tugged at his clothing pieces, and smiled playfully, "A bow tie, eh?"
He chuckled and took a hold of her hand. "Shush. Let's go to our table."
After seating Pansy in her chair, Ron whispered in her ear, "I hope you'll like this."
"I'm sure I will." She said, after giving him a peck on the cheek.
He smiled and went to the stage where a piano now sits.
He started off with a string of notes.
It was the most beautiful thing she ever heard.
He can play music? Pansy said to herself. This was the first time that she heard him play.
Ron looked at her in the eye, and then she heard him sing.
"It's a little bit funny this feeling inside,"
"I'm not one of those who can easily hide,"
It all started in fourth year, during the Yule Ball. You looked beautiful that night. Harry thought I was bummed out because I didn't get to have Hermione as my partner. Well... He was wrong. I wanted to dance with you then.
I didn't know that he noticed the subtle looks I gave you after that. Was I that obvious?
I confided in him, telling him of this feeling in my gut that I have whenever I see you or I'm with you.
"I don't have much money but girl if I did,"
"I'd buy a big house where we both could live,"
We both know that I'm not rich. You, Malfoy and your friends used to rub it off me whenever you got the chance. It stings every time you do that, but thank Merlin for the day it stopped.
Do you still remember? Well, of course you would. That was the time when I told you I liked you. I found it odd that I realized from then on that you've stopped insulting my family status; only to find out the reason in the next few hours: You liked me back.
"If I was a sculptor, but then again, no,"
"Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show,"
Potions. It's a subject you and I know I can flunk with my eyes closed. Good thing you've got a penchant for it.
But it's also the only time where I could spend time with you. Sometimes, I wish that we have double Potions more often, but I know that's the same as wishing an early death from Snape.
I'm sorry if I got stuff in your robes sometimes... Fine, often. It's a pathetic excuse to be closer to you. To hold your hands. But believe me, it's an accident most of the time.
Thank you for bearing with me. Thank you for that hug in Sixth year. I still don't know why you gave it to me though.
"I know it's not much but it's the best I can do,"
You know I can't afford all the things that you like. You tell me that it's alright, but I still see that longing look in your eyes.
You punched me when I gave you the turquoise necklace you kept visiting during our secret Hogsmeade dates. I knew you liked it judging by how radiant you were when you smiled.
Then you kissed me.
"My gift is my song and this one's for you,"
I love you, Pansy Parkinson.
"And you can tell everybody this is your song,"
"It may be quite simple but now that it's done,"
"I hope you don't mind,"
"I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,"
"How wonderful life is while you're in the world."
Silent tears were streaming down her cheeks by the time the last part of Ron's song ended. Everyone in the restaurant clapped.
Every memory they had seemed to play along with the song. All the while that he was playing, he was looking at her as though telling her everything.
It was the sweetest thing that was done for her.
Pansy was confused on why Ron wasn't going back to her yet. Is he a part of the entertainment for tonight? She looked in front quizzically when Ron tool out his wand and cast the Sonorus spell.
"Pansy Parkinson," he said, now stepping down from the platform, weaving through the tables towards her. "That night, during the Yule Ball. You've become the most beautiful thing to me. I knew," he was before her now. "That at that moment... I fell in love with you."
Pansy's eyes widened at the realization of what was happening to her now. Oh Merlin, is he...?
He took her hand in his, relishing the satiny feel of her skin against his. "I cannot bear to think a life without you. I will always be here for you; to make you happy and keep you safe," Ron pulled out a tiny red velvet box and opened it to reveal the tiny, glittering ring.
She gasped. It's beautiful, Pansy thought. This was his mother's ring. Now it was hers.
All around them, aww's were heard.
"I love you, Pansy. Will you marry me?"
The former Slytherin looked at her Gryffindor, and then looked up and scanned the crowd. All of them were egging her to say Yes. To her surprise, Draco, Hermione, Blaise, Harry, and almost all her school mates were there, seated at different tables.
Her gaze returned to the person she wanted to spend the rest of her days with. She hugged him.
"Yes."
And they kissed.
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