Pansy Parkinson was feeling buzzed, even though she only had a couple of sips of the firewhiskey that Blaise Zabini had passed around in the common room, but she was not used to drinking. Now, standing alone in the astronomy tower, she was taking inventory of her life, or at least as much of an inventory as a normal sixteen-year-old girl could think off. Things were out of order. She was the Slytherin princess. The undisputed Ice Queen of the dungeons. She should be with the Slytherin prince. Right? Have a handsome guy by her side, the perfect accessory to complement her always flawless appearance. Why then, was she walking the corridors alone or with only a posy of girlfriends?

It was obvious that Draco Malfoy was the undisputed Slytherin Prince. So how come he was not her most envied jewel? To be honest, she really didn't like him that much, not in that way at least. They grew up together, so she was used to having him around but also they had a sort of sibling relationship: they could count on each other but they spent a lot of time barking at each other. If they got together as a couple it would be just so they could claim the title of King and Queen of the school, a vision of perfection on the outside but probably a lot of conflicts and very little romance on the inside. Just as her parents' marriage. She really didn't want that life. No matter what her mother said, the destiny that she was supposed to fulfill sucked. A loveless marriage as long as it was socially ideal. A husband that would probably go around fucking everything that walked or worst, find someone else to love and set up a second family while she and her children would have to pretend to know nothing. That sounded like a perfectly crappy life. She sighed and looked at her watch. Shit. It was past curfew. She better run before the prefect on duty...

"Oi! It's past curfew!" said the deep voice, steps running towards her. Shit. it was Ronald Weasley. He would take a hundred points from Slytherin and maybe get her ass in detention. Think, Pansy, think. An idea crossed her buzzed mind. There was a long rivalry between the Malfoys and the Weasleys. If she wanted to make Draco fume, this was her chance.

"What's the matter, Weasley? Came for another peek?"

"What? What are you talking about, Parkinson?" said the redhead, looking confused. Pansy felt the firewhisky making her daring.

"You looked down my shirt this morning."

"W-w-what?" Ronald stuttered, red ears shining in the moonlight.

"Today, in potions. You looked down my shirt. And you liked what you saw."

Earlier that day during potions Pansy had tried one last time to get Draco to see her as a sexy woman. With the excuse of the classroom getting too hot with all the cauldrons she had undone her tie completely and released her shirt buttons until her black lace bra was peeking out. She then leaned slightly forward so the tall blonde next to her would get a nice view of her rack. When she turned her gaze to the side though, she felt her world crumble. Draco was caught in a discussion about the potion with Granger, who was on the table in front of them, and all kinds of nerdy words were being exchanged between them as if this boring subject was the most interesting conversation in the world. And then, horror of horrors, Draco had made some sort of cerebral joke and Granger had laughed. She had laughed as if he was the funniest man alive, so Draco got on a roll and kept throwing around more pseudo-intellectual quips, making the curly witch spill tears of laughter. Pansy had never felt more invisible, so she turned her eyes to the front, mortified, and was about to discreetly close her buttons when she felt a pair of blue eyes staring right into her boobs. Weasley, who was Granger's partner, had been trying to call the Gryffindor princess' attention, and when she would not turn back to their cauldron he lost his patience and was gonna ask whoever was behind them what the next step was when he caught sight of it: the most perfect set of tits he had ever seen in his life. They were round, plump and decorated with a thin layer of black lace. Ronald had lost all ability to think, let alone talk. Pansy felt her ego lift itself off the ground, dust off and stand proudly. She straightened her shoulders and smirked when Ron's breath caught at the sight of her rack standing up even more. She allowed him a whole minute of staring time before asking in her cool Ice Queen voice

"Can I help you, Weasley?"

Ron had startled, stumbled and stuttered. And she had never felt more alive. And now standing in front of him in the Astronomy tower she realized this was her get out of jail free card. She was still wearing her uniform with the tie unlaced hanging on her neck and two of her shirt buttons were undone. One more button and she could repeat the scene from the morning. She took a step forward, hand releasing the button.

"I said, you liked what you saw this morning. Didn't you?"

He tried to collect himself, not knowing how to handle this moment.

"Out of bounds... curfew, Parkinson, he mumbled, eyes glued to her chest. Crap. Oh hell no. she was not gonna get detention. Here goes nothing. She undid the remaining buttons. Ron's eyes open like saucers and he had to hold himself onto the guardrail to not faint. She moved slowly toward him, a snake cornering her prey

"Weasley, anyone up there?" the voice of Ernie McMillan startled them and Pansy closed her shirt, panic in her eyes. Ron brought his finger to his mouth to signal silence. She quickly did her buttons, big scared eyes on his

"No one, just the wind. I'm coming down." then he slid his hand on the back of Pansy's hair and spoke on her ear "I'll take him down the north corridor. Run to your dorm," he said, letting his lips rub on her ear.

She gave him a two-minute head start and took the south stairs to the dungeons. When she got to her dorm her roommates were already asleep. She took off her clothes, closed her four-poster bed curtains and silenced them, then got under the covers in her undergarments. She lied propped on her pillows, breathing rapidly, then look down at her breasts. She ran her fingernails slowly over the soft skin over the edge of the bra, feeling her nipples pebble. She imagined that her hands were Ron's and tentatively touched the hardened peaks, sending a blaze of pleasure running through her body and sparking up her core. She used the fingers of one hand on one nipple while the other hand played over the lace that covered her slit, and it took only minutes of imagining it was Ron's fingers to make her come.

The next day Pansy woke up and a wave of mortification washed over her. She had flashed Weasley. She tried to find some comfort in the fact that she had been wearing a bra, but that didn't make much of a difference. She performed her morning routine as normal as possible, trying to keep up with whatever Daphne, Trac ey and Millicent were talking about, taking deep breaths every time her mouth threatened to scream "I SHOWED MY TITS TO RONALD WEASLEY AND HE LOVED IT!'

She thought about sitting with her back to the Gryffindor table but she knew she would be turning her head around every two minutes to see if he was looking at her, so she bravely sat facing the red table. When she heard the sixth-year Gryffindors walk in she tried to keep a blank face. Granger was walking in front and goody-two-shoes that she was she waved to Draco, who gave her a theatrical head bow with his hand to his heart, making the curly witch giggle. Behind her, Potter was talking to Thomas, and finally, there was Weasley. He was talking to Finnegan, but when he entered the room he quickly scanned the Slytherin table and when he saw Pansy he blushed slightly and gave her a quick raise of his hand before getting interrupted by the nonstop quidditch chattering of the Irish baboon. Pansy felt her heart skip a beat.

That evening Pansy had prefect rounds. She volunteered to check the astronomy tower, just so she could stand there for a few minutes, letting the cool breeze give her goosebumps, reliving the sensations of last night. What she was not expecting was to find Ronald Weasley standing there, a big smile on his face. Her breath hitched and she felt embarrassed and out of control as if he had read her mind and knew what she had been looking for. She even felt a ping of anger for the way he had just drop on her, so she automatically said

"Detention, Weasley."

"What?" said the redhead, his smile disappearing, face falling in obvious disappointment. When she saw a flash of anger crossing his eyes she quickly added

"Unless you do as you are told."

His eyes opened wide, confused but mumbled

"Ok?"

She walked toward him, she would have two or three minutes tops before her rounds partner, Anthony Goldstein, came around this side of the castle.

"Show me your hands, Weasley." When Ron slowly lifted his hands to his chest height she asked "I want you to make your fingers featherlight," and she lifted her own hands to touch fingertips. He gasped and she smiled, then took his wrists and guided his hands until his fingertips brushed the fabric of her shirt over her breasts. She gasped softly and said "just like that. Feathearlike."

He leaned in, his lips hovering over hers, almost touching when

"Parkinson? Caught anyone there?"

She jumped back and answered quickly

"No one, I'm coming down," then she walked backward mouthing "I'll go south, you go north."

Ron gave her a bright smile and waved, looking like a kid who got a second Christmas. She had to compose her face before joining her partner, excitement bubbling inside of her.

In the morning though she felt anxious. She had gone too far with this. Now Weasley probably thought she was a slutty girl. She sigh. No more astronomy tower rendezvous if she wanted him to take her seriously.

Wait, did she wanted him to take her seriously? Yes, she did. It may have started as a way to get back at Draco but now the blonde was the last thing on her mind. Weasley, on the other side, cleaned up quite nicely. He had a couple of years of bad hair but now it had grown enough for him to hold it half up with shaved sides, so he was looking damn fine. And he had joined the quidditch team, turned out he was an outstanding goalkeeper. She finished putting herself together and ran to the Great Hall. Ron was not around but as soon as she sat a tiny owl dropped a small package in front of her. She smiled. It was not jewelry, not a pure gold quill, not anything expensive. It was a chocolate frog, with a note

You look beautiful today

She looked up and saw him enter the hall with Potter, both of them in quidditch uniforms. He scanned the room for her and give her a smile and a wink. Potter looked between the two of them, then leaned to ask something. Ron gave a smile and a shrug and Potter gave him a congratulatory shove, then turned and offered Pansy a smile. Her heart skipped a beat. She waited until Ron seemed to have had enough food and stood slowly, making sure he would see her walk out. He jumped off his seat immediately and followed her.

"How would you know how I would look this morning?" she asked feigning innocence.

He shrugged

"You look beautiful every day."

She wished she could have schooled her features into a perfectly beautiful ice sculpture, but she probably resembled more a bright Christmas tree. Before she could feel embarrassed at her over the top reaction (for Slytherin standards) he rubbed the back of his neck and asked

"So, do I get a kiss? You know, for good luck?"

She pretended to consider it, then got up on her tippy toes and kissed his cheek for a few seconds. When she went back down to her feet he was breathing hard, so he grabbed her and dipped her for a movie kiss. She was aware of the cheers that exploded around them but she couldn't care less.