Written for a prompt - "I can't believe you got a detention for that." "crises" and Pansy/Ron.
Word count: 567
Professor Snape was notorious for giving out detentions without so much as blinking.
Ron Weasley found himself in detention with Filch for the third time that month for "sneaking around the castle at night after hours." Ron groaned softly as he scrubbed another bed pan. He pictured Snape's sneering face and greasy hair to make himself feel better.
Pansy Parkinson was not so happy.
"You got ANOTHER detention?" she asked incredulously. "How could you be so daft as to run into Snape?" she pouted.
"It's not like I asked for it, Pansy," Ron moaned. "I just, well, you know how Snape hates Gryffindors."
"Ugh, is that the best excuse you have?" she asked.
"Well, no. It was all worth it for you," Ron admitted, kissing her head. "I'd do it again."
"You're getting soppy on me," Pansy warned, moving closer to him.
"Don't care, then," Ron replied carelessly. Draping an arm around Pansy, he pulled her in next to him. "I still have the best girlfriend in the world."
"Flattery, Weasley," Pansy remarked, kissing his nose. "Very nice. But you'll have to work harder for a reward. I still can't believe you got a detention for that."
"Me, neither," Ron agreed, shaking his head. He couldn't believe his girlfriend, whose high-pitched voice was notorious in arguments, was hardly even yelling at him. This must be his lucky day! The crisis of all crises to end the world had been averted happily. Pansy had forgiven him for missing their second assignation this week. He was about to be the luckiest boy in Hogwarts.
Pansy knew what Ron was thinking.
"Uh, uh, Weasley," she nudged him. "Don't think you've gotten off lightly." She held up a pair of knickers and grinned evilly.
"Pansy," Ron said nervously, hand trembling as he reached out his hand. "What are you doing with those?"
"These, Weasley," Pansy said, turning up her nose at him, "are a pair of your knickers. I nicked 'em the other night when you didn't show up. Guess what I'm going to do with them?" Pansy giggled, eyes sparkling.
"What?" Ron asked, eyes narrowing in anger. He silently prayed she didn't notice he was holding his wand.
"I'm going to put them somewhere for everyone to see. It's what you get for making me wait hours for you without so much as a note! I was almost caught by McGonagall!"
"Oh no you won't!" Ron said, jumping up. His face was flushed the same colour as his hair.
"Watch me," Pansy smirked. Sticking her tongue out at Ron, she swiftly lunged out of his grasp and ran out the door.
"You'll get yours, Weasley!" her voice floated back to him.
Ron smiled. Pansy's game had started again. Round One went to her, but she wasn't going to be leading for too much longer. Ron lounged about for a few more minutes until he deemed it safe to go back to Gryffindor Tower. You couldn't be too careful.
Walking down to the Great Hall later with Harry and Hermione for dinner, Ron wondered if Pansy realized he had switched the knickers she was holding. A bit of wandless non-verbal magic came in handy to make sure that Cormac McLaggen's knickers were on display instead of his own.