A oneshot at the moment please let me know if I should make it longer :)
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Ron Weasly lounged in the darkened corner of a smokefilled bar, a glass of firewhisky in his hand. He glared at the liquid cursing his life, his best friend had died in a Qudditch accident and the girl he had loved was married to his worst enemy. He downed the glass feeling it sear the inside of his throart, it hurt but the pain meant he was alive at least.
"Well, well, well, wasn't expecting to see a familiar face tonight" Ron transferred his glare to the woman standing over him. She was wearing a silky, black croptop which showed off the silver serpent charm in her bellybutton, along with a black miniskirt and knee length, high heeled boots. Her hair was glossy and cut just below her ears framing her pale face.
"Pansy Parkinson"
She sat beside him,
"Ron Weasly, long time no see"
"What do you want Parkinson? We've never talked before, why start now?" Pansy scowled,
"Stop pitying yourself Weasly, you're not the only one who's lost people they care about" Ron looked into her obsidian eyes and saw many uncried tears, he felt a twinge of regret for kicking off like he had,
"What are you having?" He asked heading towards the bar,
"A double Iceshard please"
Ron paied the barman and set the glass on the table infront of her. They silently sipped their drinks, Ron looked sideways at her, she looked very much the same as she had nineteen years ago, when she had followed Draco Malfoy around like a lost puppy, but something had changed inside her, she was stronger than before. Ron smilied into his firewhisky, of all the witches in the world her could be drinking with it was Pansy Parkinson.
"So" He felt he may as well talk to her "What you been doing?" She swirled the contents of her glass, sending the icecubes clinking in a spiral,
"Not much, I work as a designer for Madam Malkin, I live alone unless you count the house elf . . . you?" He shrugged,
"Nothing of intrest, working at the Ministry, living in London"
A party of drunk wizards stumbled past cheering, one of them staggered towards Pansy,
"Hey Babe, ditch Ginger and come 'n have some fun wi' me" His hands dived for Pansy's chest, Ron jumped to his feet and drew his wand to defend her. But the man was already reeling from a sharp punch in the mouth, he lurched after his friends. Pansy straigthened her top before smiling up at him,
"Thanks, it's nice to know someone cares" Ron looked at his feet and mumbled,
"It was nothing, I didn't even do anything" They sat and talked, of the past and the future, as the hours tripped by, Pansy looked at the bar's clock, it was a quarter to midnight,
"I have to go" Her heels clicked on the stone tiles as she walked elegantly to the door,
"I'll be here Saturday night at eight, if your intrested" She smiled back at him.
After she laft Ron contemplated the few short hours they had spent together. The few hours where Harry's death and Hermione's betrayal were far away.
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