Silver Lions: The Romance of Ron and Pansy.

Dating.

He'd been dating the Mudblood for a week now, and Pansy hated it. Ron walked around, Granger hanging off his arm, and she watched in the shadows as they kissed and cuddled, showing the whole world that they were dating, and that he had forgotten about her, the girl he once had to love in secret.

Pansy still couldn't believe that she had been cast aside so quickly, with just once snap of his fingers, just because Granger was interested in him now. She had realized something in the days following their break-up though, that however long they had been trying to make it work, that even how much she loved him, he would never love her as much as he loved Granger. To him, Granger was his Juliet, and she, Pansy, was just some stupid, idiotic girl that had been used to fill in the time.

He had loved her though, no matter how little it was. He had loved her, and that meant something, even though he would never love her as much as he did Granger.

Pansy sighed, pushing a curl back behind her ear. With a quill in hand, she quickly scribbled down the writing that had been pushed to her, before she scrunched the parchment up and threw it in the bin. Secret notes about the group latest meeting had to be copied down once, then screwed up and thrown in the bin, after the writing on it was undecipherable. This was one of the leader's rules, whoever he or she was.

Never being allowed to meet the leader, she still had no clue as to who he was, even after a year of membership.

Draco, crunching on a corner of toast, peered over her shoulder to read the parchment. She scowled at him, hiding it with her hand. "Oi!" She barked, snatching his plate away.

He smirked. "What's the matter Pansy? Gryffindor got your tongue?"

"Shut up," She snapped back, the plate landing with a crash in front of him. He winced, rubbing his arm softly as she stood up and walked off, a small tear running down her cheeks as Ron hugged Granger to him, a freckled arm slung around her shoulders.

God, didn't he remember their time together? God, she was being taunted with this because of all the hurtful things she had screamed at him after and before their split. Some higher being wanted to see her crumble, to witness the destruction of Pansy Parkinson. Well, that would never happen, she swore to herself silently. She would not let some silly Weasley get the best of her, make her crumble, all because he'd traded her in for a newer model that he could actually flaunt in public, instead of her, the screaming, emotional Slytherin that he had to have secret moments with in the shadows, long after everyone had gone to bed.

How had this happened to her? How had she let herself be deceived by the sweet thing she had whispered into her ears, the longing glances he had given in the Great Hall, and in lessons? How could she have ever fallen for him, the lanky, freckled, Ron Weasley, with not even a Sickle to his name?

But deep down inside, she knew why. She had fallen for him because he was the first boy that had ever kissed her like he loved her, and would never let her go.

A scoff bounced down the hallway. She twisted her hair up in a bun, clasping a clip on it to keep it in place before sliding down to the floor, her knees up to her chest.

Her head burrowed into her arms, a single tear sliding down her cheeks and landing on the corner of her robe. Thank Merlin Potions was the first lesson. Knowing Slughorn, he wouldn't even notice she was absent from the class, not even if she appeared in the doorway and shouted at him. She hadn't been attending that class much lately, ever since Ron and Granger had become a couple. She could barely stand the sight of them cuddling in the Great Hall, and hearing them whisper to each other as she worked had been the deciding factor to skip Potions all together. Pansy hadn't liked it that much, but she'd had a spare slot in her timetable, and needed something to fill it in.

It had been enjoyable when she had been with Ron, watching as he blew up Hannah's cauldron, seeing the happiness on his face as they worked together. Now, Potions was the worst subject in the world.

A week back, she'd been forced to pair with Granger in Transfiguration, per McGonagall's request. That had been the worst lesson that year, listening to Granger trying to make awkward small talk, and pretend like she didn't have a large hickey on her neck, visible to only Pansy's eyes. They both knew where or who it had come from, and both were trying to pretend like they didn't.

When the lesson had finished, Pansy had stormed out of the classroom, the first one to reach the Great Hall. During lunch, she'd watched Granger happily snuggle up to her boyfriend, Potter watching with a smile on his face, his own arm around his own girlfriend, Weasley's sister. He'd been the one to tell Ron that he knew of his and Pansy's relationship, and ultimately break them up, forcing Granger into Ron's open arms, to mend his poor broken heart.


Nightfall came and went, and with it the meeting. Pansy begrudgingly attended, hardly bothering to brush her hair before she left for the library. As always, the group's vice-president, Ernie Macmillan, stood before them, his curly haired head bobbing up and down almost comically.

"Tonight," He said, Pansy closing her eyes softly as she listened, "we shall meet the leader of our group. He has been hiding his identity for some while now (a laugh came from the crowd then), but shall reveal it now! And without further ado, let me present our leader!"

The boy stepped out, Pansy's eyes still closed. A whisper came up from the crowd, giggles escaping from girls' mouths, and boys thumping each others arm, and crowing as they won a long-forgotten bet.

Sighing, she opened her eyes, peering over people's head to see the boy, who had broken her heart waving, a smile on his face.


What the hell was wrong with this world?

She fell into bed sobbing, muffling the sound of her tears by shoving her head underneath her pillow. God! Why was he the leader, why was he the one she had admired for his tactics, for the way he was the one who had managed to unite Hogwarts, however small it was. But now, when she had met him, and found out that he was Ronald Weasley, the one boy she wished to have nothing to do with until she died, all her compliments of him had been thrown out the window, landing hard on the cobblestones below.

Daphne came in, her naturally pale face flushed red at the cheeks, pulling her sweaty shirt off. "Merlin, Draco worked us hard this practice!" She exclaimed, astonished. She shook her head, falling onto the covers of her bed.

Pansy grunted, still hiding her blotched face from view. As if on cue, following Daphne, the other girls began to fill in, Millie thundering through and landing on her bed with a large thump, Mary timidly following, books clutched to her chest.

Chattering loudly, the girls eyed Pansy carefully, watching as she dried her tears with the edge of her pillow, sitting up, smiling. What had happened to cause such a change, in such a short space of time? Before Daphne had left for her practice, and Pansy for her meeting, Pansy had been happy, unusually so, but now she seemed to have fallen, and landed hard, into the pit of despair.

What had happened to cause their friend such despair?

Slowly, they all prepared for bed, Pansy changing into her pajamas slowly, folding her robes and placing them at the end of her bed. Clipping her hair up, a tissue in hand, she sat on top of her bed, Mary peering over the top of her book to look at Pansy as Daphne ran around her bed, trying to snatch back her dress from Millie's hands.

"He's not worth it, you know," Mary said, turning a page in her textbook. With all the concentration that other girls didn't have, Mary was their brains, and had often been cheated off in a test or two. It wasn't that she didn't care; it was that to be accepted and actually have friends in the school, she had to let them cheat, so she did. It was cruel, and perhaps unjust, but that was the way things went, and, considering her current predicament, Pansy couldn't be bothered to do a thing about it.

"Who?" She asked, drawing her legs up to her chest, a blanket around her feet.

"The boy whose made you so miserable."

Pansy scowled. "Maybe is not a boy," She argued, furrowing her eyebrows as she glanced at Mary.

She shook her head, sighing. "Maybe it's not, maybe it is. Whoever it is, they're not worth it."

With that said, she switched out her light, the book landing on the floor loudly. Pansy yawned falling back into bed and drawing the blankets up around her. Maybe Mary was right. Ron wasn't really worth it, she knew that. He was just a boy, and even though he may have been her first love, she was young, and it had been stupid to pretend that it could have worked.


So she forgot about him, and two months later, when she had forgotten, Granger and Wealsey broke up. Shoving a piece of toast in her mouth, trying to clasp her robes together, she nearly chocked when Mary told her.

"What?" She asked, after she had swallowed, robes firmly in place.

"They've broken up. Apparently Granger's crying her heart out in the girl's toilets. Don't blame her."

"Why?" Pansy asked, shoving a notepad into Mary's awaiting hand, bag slung over her shoulder.

Mary shrugged. "He said he liked somebody else. Had Granger in tears though, and Millie roared at the sight of that."

Pansy smiled slightly, almost bumping into Nott as they walked down the stairs. "Sorry," He said, moving around them as he continued up to Ancient Runes.

This caused Pansy to spin around. "Hey, Theo!" She called, watching as the dark-haired boy turned around, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

"What?"

"Think Granger'll be in Runes?"

Theo laughed. "Doubt it! She'll be in that bathroom for the rest of the day, I'd bet." With that said, he turned around once more, and continued up the steeped stairs.

They continued down to Potions, where, hopefully, Weasley wouldn't be.


Hope diminished; Pansy waved Mary on, glancing up at Weasley. "Yes?" She asked, tapping her foot against the floor.

"You heard?" He said, glancing around nervously.

"Heard what?"

"That I dumped Hermione."

"Oh. That."

There was silence, as she waited for him to say something.

"I dumped her for you."

"What?! Merlin, Ron, you dump me for her, then her for me. I've moved on, you seriously can expect me to go out with you again!"

"I think I love you." As he lowered his eyes to the floor, Pansy felt her heart skip a beat. She clutched her robes tightly, bag falling to the floor.

"Say it again."

He looked confused for a second before saying, "I want you to go out with me?"

She laughed, shaking her head. "No, the other thing."

"Oh." He smiled slightly. "I think I love you."

"That's it," She whispered. Never, after all their months before, had he told her he loved her. Now, hearing it for the first time in her life, hearing it like it actually meant something as was true, made her fall back in love with him again, tumbling down from the perch she had tried to stabilize herself.

And, for the first time, the familiar feeling of his lips on hers overcame her.