Hello Hello Loves!
I am back! Sorry if I took too long! I was working on my other fanfiction and just writing other stories in general! I get an idea I have to go with it!
I am not entirely sure if this is appropriate or not but I'm dedicating this chapter to my very first alerter(and hopefully not my last!) peterkent99! Thank you so much for liking my story!!
Chapter: Love Found?
Rating: Let's just keep this bad-boy Mature!
Listening To: Brown Eyed Girl by Van Morrison (sadly no foreshadowing…)
Cross your damn fingers for the success of Pansy and Ron!!
ONCE AGAIN EDITED
And the heartbreak halts:
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She awoke to long frail fingers elegantly playing with her hair.
Looking up to see Ronald Weasley, eyes shining as though he were Dumbledore himself.
A small smile crept up on her pale face.
"That feels different," she though looking into blue orbd.
For a moment they just look at each other with complete contempt.
It is as though a large weight had been lifted from their thin bodies.
She looks at the way her hair entangles with his.
As though the entwinement of red and black tells a story of misery and love, evening each other out an almost harmonious manner. Perfect symmetry.
He leans down and kisses her softly on the lips.
She smiles into it and reaches up to deepen the kiss.
She can still taste the remnants of late night liquor in his mouth.
Fire whiskey has never tasted so good.
She leans up even more like a famished child drinking a goblet of water.
Feeling as though they are finding something else in their sensual embrace they kiss longer, as though the elusive compound they are in search of is in truth opaque yet maddening in its closeness.
But wait!
Slam!
They quickly composed themselves and look at the window where the noise resonated, there was a rowdy bird trying to fly into Ron's shut window.
"Pig," he identified with disgust as he muttered an opening charm for the window to let the foolish owl inside..
"I had let Harry keep Pig for awhile," he spoke while trying to calm down the excited owl, "Hoping that Hedwig could teach it how a proper owl behaves." He said the last in mock aristocracy but with a hint of sadness when he realized he had brought up his ex-lover.
She giggled tactfully trying to lighten the mood.
He managed to get a letter off of Pig's leg and read it aloud.
"You have been invited to the engagement party of the future Mr. and Mr. Malfoy-Potter, tomorrow at the Potter estate at 4 PM."
There was a small footnote at the bottom of the letter that looked as though it had been written in haste and emergency in order to keep others from seeing it.
--"Ron---
I am so sorry about everything that has happened in the past couple of years. I hope you can come on such short notice. I have something I really need to ask you.
---Harry"
Ron took a deep breath and sighed deeply.
She watched as the letter fell out of his hands.
He suddenly felt pathetic for beginning to hope that Harry wanted to tell him he loves him, not Draco.
As though she had read his mind, with the drop of the letter came the even stronger animosity towards Harry Potter for the way he could just use Ron as if he were a common day house elf, waiting on Harry's beck and call.
She gave Ron a firm hug and hoisted herself up from the bed.
"Chocolate frogs and cheese omelets for breakfast love?" she asked, she could never quite understand why she loved that combination of food so much. It was so odd and very much not alike.
"Y-Yeah sure, just give me a minute," he replied, quickly turning away from her and heading to the bathroom.
She started to say something to him so he could stop, but thought better of it.
After all it was impulses and emotions that always got her in trouble.
"Impulses," she muttered in disgust, remembering exactly what kind of conflicts impulses had gotten her into.
They had a tendency to share one common factor: Draco Malfoy.
Like a couple days ago, she felt like dying Draco didn't really want to celebrate her birthday with her.
She would have lived if she had enjoyed, really enjoyed, spending time with the people who really care about her.
She headed out to the kitchen.
She had chuckled at the mess that was in front of her, "This is worse than The Dark Lord's mind."
She carefully made her way over to the fridge.
Jackpot! His fridge was in oddly kept shape.
"The life and times of the red-headed pig," Pansy murmured while looking over his many different varieties of food.
Several Accios, a few bewitched kitchen tools, and the occasional Inflamo later, Pansy had created a full course breakfast.
Ron slowly entered the kitchen, his sullen face instantly brightened when he smelled the aroma of chocolate and eggs.
She decided not to comment on his red-rimmed eyes and raw-red looking face.
"So have you decided to go?" she questioned, quickly diverting her eyes from his.
His eyes instantly locked on the ground.
He knew exactly what he wanted to say, just as much as he knew what he was going to say.
He made a tactful choice and decided against answering the question.
Nonetheless she pretended that she heard a reply, "We should go together then," even though she had yet to receive an invitation.
She was not owled because she was not invited. It was all quite obvious and paining at the same time.
I mean there really was no possible way on this magical earth that Draco would invite someone the public refers to as his "Wilted Flower". He was too conceited and superficial to allow any bad media and rumors at his party.
"T-Thank You," Ron stuttered sounding like he was a trouble-making child that had been allowed a second chance.
There was a looming silence in the kitchen; it was as though the air was filled with of unanswered questions and the inevitable uncertainty of tomorrow afternoon.
After they were full they walked back to Ron's bathroom.
"Mind if I borrow some clothes of yours," asked Pansy, "Early morning hangover just doesn't smell the same anymore."
She smiled at herself, her ghost was finally departing.
Fragments of the old Pansy were coming back to her.
"Sure," replied Ron handing her a sweater that was long enough to be worn as a respectable dress.
"I'll apparate to your place around eight," said Ron, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and awkward.
"Okay."
They side glanced at each other for a moment.
It was odd how intimate they could be one second and uncomfortable with each other the next.
Like they were a prostitute and a stranger.
Losing some unfamiliarity, Ron reached for her pale face and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye," she finally spoke, feeling a slight burn on her cheek.
She apparated to her home.
A strong feeling began to pull at her stomach.
She ran over to the toilet and retched strongly, once again her emotions were being forcefully eradicated from her
She wiped at her mouth and grimaced in distaste.
Hangover had never left such a bittersweet taste in her mouth and mind quite like this before.
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VIOLA!
I have completed yet another chapter! I will hopefully have another chapter up next week!
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