Pansy got Ron cornered. It was Weasely's worst nightmare. Or maybe not. One-shot.
SAY GRACE BEFORE MEALS
Pansy Parkinson literally threw Ron Weasely into the bed. The violence of her action left his shirt ripped open, exposing his torso. Despite of his considerable height advantage over her, there was fear in his eyes.
"W-what do you want from me?" he stammered as Pansy waved her wand at the door. The soft 'click' of the lock told him the worst news: he's trapped.
Laughing like a nefarious feline, Pansy threw her wand and slowly peeled off her clothes until there was only her red lingerie…which left little to Ron's imaginings. She didn't take her eyes off him as she stepped closer to the bed. She lifted his face to hers, gave his freckled nose a little lick that left him wide- eyed and more nervous.
"Don't worry, Ronniekins," she whispered huskily. "This won't hurt a bit."
She withdrew her hand from his cute (and very scared) face. She kicked off her shoes and knelt at the side of the bed. To Ron's surprise, she clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.
"W-what are you d-d-doing?" he asked, sounding more jittery now.
"Shush!" Pansy hissed, her eyes still closed. "I'm saying grace before my meal!"
Her answer left him perplexed for a few minutes, all thoughts of escape completely forgotten.
It wasn't until Pansy yelled out "Amen" that he snapped back to reality. Fearfully, he backed further to the other side of the bed as Pansy crawled slowly towards him, her eyes blazing with malevolence.
"Now, Ronald Weasely," Pansy purred. "Be a good boy and don't resist." She gurgled like a hyena as she pounced on him.
Ron's screams pierced through the silence of the night as the room was engulfed in darkness.
A/N Okay, I'm not making fun of my religion (I'm a Catholic). Every girl should be grateful for her man and express her gratitude in prayer, right? Pansy was just being that, grateful.