Sometimes you just have to come clean, no matter what other dirty little secrets come out. So tell us Ron, whose bed were you sleeping in last night? Because it would appear yours remained unslept in.

~xoxo, Gossip Witch

"Who did you tell?" her voice hissed in his ear.

Ron could tell she was angry, and rightfully so as it would appear someone had leaked their relationship. However, he hadn't been the one doing the talking - for the most part. His dorm mates had done the talking. He just shrugged his shoulders and moved on.

"Hello to you too, Pansy," Ron replied, looking up at the raven-haired witch glaring at him. Closing the book he had been reading, he slid it across the table and turned to face her, tapping the empty chair beside him. "Why don't you join me?"

Pansy rolled her eyes and pulled out the chair he was patting. There were times where she loved being the center of attention, but right now wasn't one of those times. She had enough other situations to get a handle on. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off when Ron turned to her, flashing a smile her way.

"I didn't say anything to anyone," he began. "When I stopped by my dorm this morning before class, there were a few comments made about my bed not being slept in. None of them wanted to believe that I was getting an early workout in."

"Well, I mean that is rather hard to believe," Pansy scoffed, chuckling softly to herself.

"Really, Parkinson?" Ron asked, raising a brow at her. "Would you rather I tell them the truth?"

Pansy thought about her answer for a few moments. "What do you consider to be the truth?"

"That instead of asking your housemates to help you study for your Potions exams, you decided to come to me? And then you kept me up all night in the library?" Ron asked, resting his elbow on the table.

Pansy grimaced and hung her head. Slytherins were supposed to be naturally good with potions, but for some strange reason, she always found herself struggling with the subject. If she were going to choose anyone from another house to help her with her schooling, Ron wouldn't have been her first choice. However, she had burned a few bridges lately and couldn't turn to the best possible option.

"So, what's it going to be, Parkinson?" Ron asked, pulling her out of her thoughts. "Should I continue with the workout story, or would you like me to reveal to the rest of our year that a Slytherin is struggling in Potions?"

"Fine," Pansy sighed, rolling her eyes. "You were getting an early workout in." She looked around the Great Hall. There were more people in here than she would have liked to be around during this conversation, but she didn't have much of a say in the matter. "This conversation never happened."

Ron nodded his head. "What time do you want me to meet you tonight?"

Pansy exhaled, glancing up at the clock on the far wall. "Seven, but this time, meet me on the third-floor corridor."

"I'll see you at seven," Ron replied, reaching for his book and flipping open to where he left off.

Pansy smiled and stood up from the table. Taking a few steps away, she took a deep breath. As much as she hated being indebted to a Gryffindor, Ron had really been helping her out. Hopefully, Harry wouldn't mind the two of them spending so much time together.

~xoxo~

Padma and Parvati looked at one another before gathering up their belongings and rushing out of the Great Hall. They needed to find Harry before it was too late.

"I knew Pansy couldn't be trusted," Padma mumbled, shaking her head. "Poor Harry is going to be heartbroken. And how could Ron do that to his best friend?"

Parvati nodded her head as she continued along with her sister. "Can any Slytherin really be trusted? Ron was probably just lured in by Pansy's flirty eyes. He might not even know what was happening."

"He certainly looked like he knew what was going on," Padma quipped, pulling her books close to her chest. "Just goes to show you shouldn't trust anyone in the Slytherin house."

"And what of the cowardly lions?" a voice called out to them, stopping them both in the tracks. Slowly Padma and Parvati turned around and met the angry eyes of Millicent Bulstrode.

"Hey, Millie," they said in unison.

"Come with me," Millicent said. "There are a few people who would like to speak with you."

Be careful, Padma, and Parvati. Even the bravest of lions can be taken down by the venom of a poisonous snake.

~ xoxo, Gossip Witch ~

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