Things were different now.
Back in school, Pansy had hated Ron and his gangly frame, his objection to Draco and most of all, that sickening orange hair.
Things were no different for Ron. He despised Pansy and her pig-faced expression, the constant spiel of spew that seemed to splash from her lips, not to mention the way she utterly sucked up to Draco on a daily basis.
But they were adults now. Things had changed. They had matured.
They had matured enough to find themselves meeting in a dark room at the back of the Leaky Cauldron. They had matured enough to allow themselves to find each other, at least once a week.
Ron knew that Pansy had certainly matured, in more ways than one.
Frankly, Pansy didn't care if Ron had matured enough. Life had been tough to her since leaving Hogwarts, and in a way, she was just happy for the attention.
This collection is written for the 5 Drabbles Competition.
Pairing: Ron/Pansy
Prompt: (word) Orange