Disclaimer: I do not own anything Harry Potter. Either do I own any of the songs that pop up through out this story.

A/N: My first attempt at a Ron Pansy fic, I hope you enjoy. I will update as quickly as I can. Once a week or quicker. Constructed criticism is most welcome

PadfootAttacks

Prologue

He was Harry Potter's sidekick, a tag along, begging to be accepted, but drowning in this hell, the hell of lonliness. He was always in the shadows, whether it be the boy who lives latest escape from Voldemort or Hermione's brains that always seemed to get Harry out of trouble in some way or another. He just seemed to tag along for the ride. His name is Ron Weasley. Youngest of the Weasley brothers, who had all achieved remarkably well in life.

She was one of Draco Malfoy's cornies, a good for nothing Syltherin, dying to be accepted for who she was, not what she seemed to be. Fawning over Malfoy, to get herself noticed. Wanting to be loved for once in her life. She was a spoilt brat, being an only child, she got everything she ever wanted, but money could never buy her love and happiness. Her name, Pansy Parkinson, Heiress to the Parkinson fortune.

Chapter one: Sunshine on My Window

"Sunshine on my window makes me happy, like I should be"

Pansy woke to the sound of over excited birds out side her huge bay windows. A stream of bright morning sunshine forcing its way through the deep red curtains, bathing her bed in a golden glow. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Pansy slowly rose and made her way to the bathroom.

After showering, Pansy dressed in simple dark blue, jeans that flared from the knee down and covered her feet, and a pink singlet top. She wasn't exactly skinny, but not over weight either. She had a flat stomach, and slight curves, with medium size breasts. She was happy with how she looked and didn't give a sweet FA about what any body else thought.

After brushing out her long black hair, she had decided to wear it out today. Her hair, black and straight, fell to her waist. Pansy made her way downstairs for breakfast. This was her usual morning routine while she was at home. Tomorrow however she would be returning to Hogwarts for her 7th and final year. Quite frankly she couldn't wait. It sure beat sitting around in a huge empty manor alone.

She had hardly seen her parents this summer. Her father was a business man spent long hours in the office, or in the study at home. And her mother was a social butterfly, always out shopping, meeting her friends for coffee, getting manicures etc. She sometimes dragged Pansy along to these, but Pansy hated it. True she was spoilt but she preferred to spend time in muggle London. Going to the cinema or the pool, just doing what normal muggles do with out the stress of being a witch.

Even though voldemort had been defeated in the first week of the holidays, the magical world was still being put back together piece by piece. Many couldn't believe that he-who-must-not-be-named had been defeated for good, and that he could never return.

All death eaters fell with the downfall of their lord. She was deeply thankful that Draco had come to the light side along with his mother. Her best friend Daphne Greengrass had also fought for the light along side her and Draco. Many of the Syltherin's were killed, including Crabbe, Goyle and Nott. Zabini had stayed mutual throughout the whole thing, declaring that he wouldn't follow a crazy old fool, both the Dark Lord and Dumbledore fell under that category. Blaise was always an individual though.

As she ate her scrambled eggs and toast, her mind started to wander to the golden trio. Harry had escaped with no physical marks, but had spent a week in St Mungo's recovering from the emotional drain and stress of it all. She believed he was now living with his godfather. Hermione had substained a broken arm and two broken ribs. All of which was healed in seconds. Ron however, seemed to fight the hardest of the three. He took three weeks in St Mungo's recovering before he was sent home with a prescription for strict bed rest for the remainder of the holiday.

Pansy couldn't deny that she was anxious about going back to school, not just because of NEWTS. She had developed a little bit of a crush on the red headed Weasley. She couldn't figure why she had become attracted to him, but she guessed it was because he seemed a bit like herself. Lost and in the shadows.

Then and there Pnasy made a promise to herself. This year she would make new friends, step out of the shadows and enjoy her final year.