Crouching Muggle Hidden Wizard
"Even if I was banished to the darkest place, my love would never let me be a lonely spirit."
Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon
Covered from head to foot in an old black school cloak, Ron Weasley prepared to apparate. He hadn't apparated since his days as… no - he wouldn't think about it, it was in the past and as his mother had always said the past was to be forgotten and the future to be expected. It didn't make sense when he had been part of the family and it still didn't. Stop procrastinating and do it he told himself. As he whispered the incantation under his breath his surroundings began to blur and then fade gently into the haze of colour that was unmistakably the Three Broomsticks.
All around him laughing merrily, drinking and enjoying themselves were its patrons. They were a colourful selection ranging from young Hogwarts third years to hags and what appeared to be, skulking in a dark corner, a vampire. However the woman he was looking for did not seem to have arrive yet although it was 9.05 according to the clock on the wall of the pub. He went to the bar and ordered a gillywater from the aging beauty that was Madam Rosemerta. Taking the potent cocktail he settled into a chair opposite to the roaring fire to wait. It wasn't a long time before the door flew open and the lady swept in. She surveyed the room, ordered a drink at the bar and walked over to where Ron sat.
"Ron…I…I need help." her wind-swept face was red from the bitter cold and had a pleading expression, more intense than any he had ever seen including that of his Muggle wife the day he had left her.
"Who are you? Why should I help you?" asked a bewildered Ron Weasley.
"I'm Pansy…"she began.
"As in Parkinson?"
"Sort of, Malfoy, Pansy Malfoy and I need you to save my husband! I'll give you anything you can dream of." Pansy begged desperately.
"How could I help you? If I go anywhere near anyone from the Ministry I be caught without any doubt. What could you give me that could possibly justify it?"
"I know about Hermione!"
"What about Hermione? What do you know about her?" Ron asked excitedly.
"I know she still loves you and doesn't care what you've done. I know we've – her and myself - have been working for seventeen years to try and clear your name. Now will you help me?" Pansy cried out with the air of one that has the best hand of their poker playing life in their hand.
"What do you need done?"
A/n: This is for Those Wonderful People Who Have Reviewed This So Far. Thank you all so much - I love each of you and if you write and tell me where you want to have this story go I will listen and try to comply. It's R/H only because Harry is dead and Draco is married but if you want it changed then you know what to do. Also I'm very sorry it's so short but I wanted a cliffie.
Disclaimer: I own nothing – J. K. Rowling owns the Harry Potter stuff and the Crouching Tiger… is owned by Ang Lee (I presume).