She glanced at him across the tables. His hair stood out amongst the other heads. He was in some sort of heated debate with his friends. By the large swooping gestures he made, She imagined it was Quidditch. She knew it was wrong to lust him so, but she knew he liked it. She listened to her housemates drabble about the usual teen-topics. Boys, makeup, politics, hair, Hogsmeade, girls, products, sports, and so much more, all bits that fit the puzzle of life. Some mentioned the "despicable" members of the other Houses. She ate in silence, glancing at her admiree from time to time. At one point, he glanced at her, and gave her a brief smile. Maybe she was imagining it, but it filled with… longing.
She closed her eyes throughout dessert, her dessert being of a different kind. His calloused hands were on her cheek, on her neck, on her back, and—it was time to head to the dorm. She picked up her bag with her House emblem and trudged along with the rest of the students. She took the long way round to her dorm, imagining him whisper he name into her ear.
"Pansy!"
That wasn't her mind, was it? She turned to see him leaning against the wall, an unknown gleam in his eyes.
"Yes, what do you want?"
He grinned. "For a cunning Slytherin, you're not very bright. I want you."
Pansy gasped, her black curls shaking slightly. She managed control over herself and smirked flirtatiously. "Well isn't that a coincidence. What ever shall we do?"
He blinked slowly, "Well, I would imagine I grasp your hand, like this, then pull you towards me, like this, and then I would lean down, and kiss you, like this."
He brushed his lips against hers, and then re-connected hungrily. One large hand went to her neck, while the other held her waist. His lips were surprisingly smooth, and his hands were calloused, just as she imagined. After a few seconds, his tongue flicked out to her lip, to which she responded joyfully. There was a sort of mini-duel next, the two tongues kneading each other for dominance. He backed her up to a stone wall, and started on her neck. She moaned, and he grasped her tighter. She pulled up his uniform shirt a little, and began mapping his skin. He groaned, and attacked her lips with renewed vigor.
"Oh, Ronald!"
"Pansy…"
"Pansy. Pansy! Wake up, we'll be late for breakfast!"
Pansy Parkinson sat up, half-expecting a red-head to be grinning at her.
"Damn."
At the opposite end of Hogwarts, one could Ronald Weasley moaning between snores.
"Pansy…"
This is going to sound beyond infantile, but "YAY, I figured out how to add that gray liney thing!!!" Ok, beyond that, R/R. They are another ship, and they are each other's significant others. One without the other, it would die of despair. So to read you must review, and to review you must read. TADA! I should write a fic on that... LOL, no, not really. I would get more flames than you see houses get from X-mas lights (those statistics are MAD). Okay, so onto the story, I thought it was really short, and sort of obvious. Leave your thoughts... in a review!