For Fanfiction Scavenger Hunt – #8 A drabble collection of five (each under 500 words)

For 19,000 prompts, 500 words, one week challenge – #1 Bad to the Bone

For Write All the Ships Challenge – Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson

For Pairing Diversity Boot Camp – #9 Walk /ed / s / ing

The First Date

Ron could not believe he was standing here. If anyone had asked him just a year ago if he thought something like this would happen, he would laugh in their face. And yet here he stood on her front porch, waiting for her to come out and greet him.

Ron's hands were sweating, and he could barely stand still. What if he messed this up? What if this particular first date was the worst date she had ever been on? How could he ever compete with the other people she had dated? In the mists of his worrying he had not noticed that Pansy had stepped out of her house. When he looked up his breathe caught against his chest. She was stunning in a blue cocktail dress and black flat shoes. She stared at him innocently while biting her lip, as if she was just as nervous as he was. How could that be possible?

"Do I look okay?" she asked nervously. Ron had only just realised his mouth was wide open starring at her.

"Um," he started dumbly. "You look amazing," he tried to recover. Pansy relaxed her shoulders with a long relieved sigh.

"We should probably go then," she said softly stepping down off the porch. Ron fell in beside her and instead of apparting like originally planned, they walked in the moonlight.

….

"Well, I had my doubts Ronald, but that was a really amazing date," Pansy said as Ron returned her to her front porch at the end of the night.

"Why would have your doubts?" Ron asked flirtatiously.

"Well you know the whole Weasley image and all," she laughed. "I mean you must have had your doubts about me," she added looking up over at him through her lashes.

"Not at all. I knew you weren't as bad to the bone as you want people to believe," he laughed.

"Keep talking like that and you may not get a second date," Pansy teased. Ron stopped mid step and starred at Pansy worriedly.

"Relax," she said softly patting his arm. "I would love to see you again." A pink blush lit her cheeks before she walked to her front door.

"Goodnight," she added before disappearing inside.

"Goodnight," Ron said unable to remove the grin that had spread across his face,