A/N Ok, some of you asked for more of raging Ron, so here it is! Excited? I am, cause I get to write it! I think this will be in HARRY'S POV again. And yes I realize that some people are OOC but why would that matter? I mean it's my fic, not anyone else's, so can't I make him or her act however I want? Will someone please tell me what beta reading is? Thanks a billion to my reviewers. Especially Niffler and Kitty, you have been reviewing my story from the beginning! Thank you. Sorry for the swears in this chapter, this is how I see Ron acting, so bear with me.
After I talked to Pansy, I floated back to the Gryffindor Tower like I was on a cloud. I came through the portrait hole and sat back in the same chair smiling.
"What is that dorky smile about?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to the ball with Pansy," I said without thinking
"WHAT?" Ron asked loudly.
"Umm..." I started, but was cut off by Ron.
"You are going with PANSY PARKINSON?" he yelled Pansy Parkinson so that many heads turned.
"Yes...." I said. She stood up and started almost having an eternal fight with himself.
"First my sister, now you. WHAT IS WITH THESE SLYTHERINS?" he bellowed. The Weasley temper strikes again.
"Ron, calm down!" Hermione came running down from the girl's dorms with Ginny at her heels.
"Him...Pansy...Ball...RAH!!!" He exclaimed to Hermione. Ginny raised an eyebrow at me.
"You are going to the ball with Pansy Parkinson?" Ginny asked. Obviously she could interpret Ron's nonsense. I nodded. Ron let out some sort of growl/squeal.
"PANSY PARKINSON Harry! She's...she's a fucking slut!" he hollered. I dived at him, punching him in the stomach. He started kicking me in my ribs.
"RON! HARRY!" Hermione squealed as her and Ginny tried to pull Ron and me apart. Just then two arms lifted me up off the floor and I saw Fred Weasley do the same to Ron.
"Lemme at him Fred!" Ron started struggling to get to me.
"Shut up Ron," I heard George Weasleys voice behind me. He must be the one holding me. He sat me down in the chair and Fred did the same to Ron. I started to get up off of the chair, but George held me down.
"Now, what the hell was that about?" George asked. Ron started fuming again.
"George... Harry, he's mad! He's going to the ball with Pansy Parkinson! PANSY fucking PARKINSON!" he screamed. Fred and George looked at me like I was crazy.
"You're mad, Harry," Fred said. He let Ron go. Ron pounced on me.
"Arghh!" I said as he punched me.
"You guys!" Ginny shrieked at us. I ignored her. I wanted to hurt Ron as much as I could, but then Seamus and Dean came over and pulled us apart. Then Fred and George took Ron up into the boy's dorms, whispering among themselves. I crossed my arms and sat in the chair, I was certain that steam was billowing out my ears.
"What was going on Harry?" Dean asked me, still holding me back, like I was about to chase after Ron. I grumbled something that wasn't decipherable. Seamus raised an eyebrow at Hermione.
"He's going to the Ball with Pansy," she said in barely more than a whisper. She sat down in the chair opposite me. Dean finally let go of my arms. I was glad, because it was starting to hurt.
"Harry, I think it is wonderful that you are going with Pansy," Ginny patted my arm.
"Pansy...Pansy Parkinson!?" Dean finally figured it out. He looked at me, "Well every man to his own I guess..."
"You mean, you aren't going to kick my ass like Ron just did?" I asked, startled. Dean and Seamus shrugged.
"Well, Harry if you like her, what am I going to do about it...not exactly the chick I'd ask to the ball, sorry Herm, you don't like the word 'chicks'" Seamus added, catching Hermione's 'humph', "But you do what you do, and I will do Parvati," Seamus ended, grinning. I started grinning, the first smile in the common room that day.
"You're going with Parvati? You're that desperate?" I laughed.
"Look who is going with a SLYTHERIN! That is called desperate," Dean joked.
"Ahem!" Ginny said indignantly.
"Sorry Gin, that's right you're going with Malfoy," Dean said.
"Yes I am"
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"Rah stupid dress clothes," I mumbled. It was about 10 minutes before I was to meet Pansy for the Ball. I was quite used to robes, but then Dumbledore had to go and make the theme of the ball Muggle, so were have to dress in tuxes.
"I don't know about these Muggle clothes, Dean, Harry, how do you tie a tie?" Neville asked sadly.
"Like this Neville, I'll show you," Dean said.
"Well, I'm done, I'm going to meet Pansy, see you all at the dance," I said as I walked out the door. Ron, Fred and George weren't talking to me. It made me mad, but the time I would usually spend with Ron I've been spending with Pansy. There was a lot more to her than what you see. She was very intelligent, she loved school almost as much as Hermione. But Pansy had a mischievous streak to her, you never knew what she was going to say next. She tells me constantly that her favourite past time is 'snogging Harry wherever they may be caught.' I think she's crazy, yet wonderful. I never would have had the guts to make-out in an empty teachers lounge without her (A/N that sounds stupid, because you wouldn't make out by yourself but I'm sure you guys know what Harry is talking about).
I was meeting Pansy right at the doors of the Great Hall. I sat down on a bench once I got there. Ginny and Malfoy were already down in the Entrance Hall, waiting for the Ball to start, along with many other couples.
"Harry," a voice behind me called. I stood up and turned around and felt the air catch in my throat. It was Pansy.
She looked absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a strapless silky red evening gown that went down to her ankles. There was a slit up one side. She had twirled her hair into ringlets and styled on top of her head. She was stunning.
"Wow...Pansy, wow," was all I could say as I approached her. I kissed her and gave her a single rose.
"You look pretty wow yourself Harry," she laughed. I smiled goofily and put my arm around her waist. Some Slytherins scowled at us as they passed. Pansy rolled her eyes.
"I wish they would just get over it. You think they would at be pleasant to Draco, seeing that he was like the most popular Slytherin 5th year, but now he is the most hated pretty much," she told me.
"I know how it feels being most hated," I grumbled as I saw Ron come down the same stairs as I did with Lavender.
"Ron is still not talking to you?" she asked. I shook my head.
"I'm sorry Harry, it's all my fault, because..." I put a finger to her lips.
"It isn't your fault, it's Ron's for being such a loser, now lets forget about the rest of our houses and go have a good time ok?" she smiled
"Ok," we walked to the Great Hall, and found that Dumbledore had hired a Muggle group to play at the ball. He hired Nsync.
"Who are these people Harry?" Pansy asked.
"Nsync, they're Muggle," I informed her. They started playing a slow song.
"Would you like to dance," I asked her. She giggled.
"Yes." I led her on to the dance floor and wrapped my arms around her waist as she put her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder. I smiled. I loved holding Pansy. I was looking around the hall. Malfoy and Ginny were dancing, along with Seamus and Parvati, and Dean and Hermione as well as...Crabbe and Goyle? I shook my head. I had to get that sight out of my eyes. Dumbledore was waltzing with Professor Sinstra, and Snape was dancing with Professor McGonnagal. I didn't see Ron or Lavender on the floor. I searched the tables that were on the sides of the dance floor. I found him and Lavender sitting at one, talking. I caught his eye, the first time in weeks. He stared at me, and then Pansy, and then raised his eyebrows, as if saying you really like her. I nodded. He smiled a sort of strained smile, like he hadn't smiled in years. I nodded again and looked away. I'd talk to Ron tomorrow; tonight my concentration was on Pansy.
A/N Do you like it? Now don't tell me I over reacted on Ron, I did angry Ron for all of you people who r/r and told me you loved angry Ron. It was sort of making up for the other chapters. Will the Weasley boys forgive Harry? Find out in the next chapter. This chapter is called Doesn't Really Matter by Janet Jackson.
After I talked to Pansy, I floated back to the Gryffindor Tower like I was on a cloud. I came through the portrait hole and sat back in the same chair smiling.
"What is that dorky smile about?" Ron asked.
"I'm going to the ball with Pansy," I said without thinking
"WHAT?" Ron asked loudly.
"Umm..." I started, but was cut off by Ron.
"You are going with PANSY PARKINSON?" he yelled Pansy Parkinson so that many heads turned.
"Yes...." I said. She stood up and started almost having an eternal fight with himself.
"First my sister, now you. WHAT IS WITH THESE SLYTHERINS?" he bellowed. The Weasley temper strikes again.
"Ron, calm down!" Hermione came running down from the girl's dorms with Ginny at her heels.
"Him...Pansy...Ball...RAH!!!" He exclaimed to Hermione. Ginny raised an eyebrow at me.
"You are going to the ball with Pansy Parkinson?" Ginny asked. Obviously she could interpret Ron's nonsense. I nodded. Ron let out some sort of growl/squeal.
"PANSY PARKINSON Harry! She's...she's a fucking slut!" he hollered. I dived at him, punching him in the stomach. He started kicking me in my ribs.
"RON! HARRY!" Hermione squealed as her and Ginny tried to pull Ron and me apart. Just then two arms lifted me up off the floor and I saw Fred Weasley do the same to Ron.
"Lemme at him Fred!" Ron started struggling to get to me.
"Shut up Ron," I heard George Weasleys voice behind me. He must be the one holding me. He sat me down in the chair and Fred did the same to Ron. I started to get up off of the chair, but George held me down.
"Now, what the hell was that about?" George asked. Ron started fuming again.
"George... Harry, he's mad! He's going to the ball with Pansy Parkinson! PANSY fucking PARKINSON!" he screamed. Fred and George looked at me like I was crazy.
"You're mad, Harry," Fred said. He let Ron go. Ron pounced on me.
"Arghh!" I said as he punched me.
"You guys!" Ginny shrieked at us. I ignored her. I wanted to hurt Ron as much as I could, but then Seamus and Dean came over and pulled us apart. Then Fred and George took Ron up into the boy's dorms, whispering among themselves. I crossed my arms and sat in the chair, I was certain that steam was billowing out my ears.
"What was going on Harry?" Dean asked me, still holding me back, like I was about to chase after Ron. I grumbled something that wasn't decipherable. Seamus raised an eyebrow at Hermione.
"He's going to the Ball with Pansy," she said in barely more than a whisper. She sat down in the chair opposite me. Dean finally let go of my arms. I was glad, because it was starting to hurt.
"Harry, I think it is wonderful that you are going with Pansy," Ginny patted my arm.
"Pansy...Pansy Parkinson!?" Dean finally figured it out. He looked at me, "Well every man to his own I guess..."
"You mean, you aren't going to kick my ass like Ron just did?" I asked, startled. Dean and Seamus shrugged.
"Well, Harry if you like her, what am I going to do about it...not exactly the chick I'd ask to the ball, sorry Herm, you don't like the word 'chicks'" Seamus added, catching Hermione's 'humph', "But you do what you do, and I will do Parvati," Seamus ended, grinning. I started grinning, the first smile in the common room that day.
"You're going with Parvati? You're that desperate?" I laughed.
"Look who is going with a SLYTHERIN! That is called desperate," Dean joked.
"Ahem!" Ginny said indignantly.
"Sorry Gin, that's right you're going with Malfoy," Dean said.
"Yes I am"
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"Rah stupid dress clothes," I mumbled. It was about 10 minutes before I was to meet Pansy for the Ball. I was quite used to robes, but then Dumbledore had to go and make the theme of the ball Muggle, so were have to dress in tuxes.
"I don't know about these Muggle clothes, Dean, Harry, how do you tie a tie?" Neville asked sadly.
"Like this Neville, I'll show you," Dean said.
"Well, I'm done, I'm going to meet Pansy, see you all at the dance," I said as I walked out the door. Ron, Fred and George weren't talking to me. It made me mad, but the time I would usually spend with Ron I've been spending with Pansy. There was a lot more to her than what you see. She was very intelligent, she loved school almost as much as Hermione. But Pansy had a mischievous streak to her, you never knew what she was going to say next. She tells me constantly that her favourite past time is 'snogging Harry wherever they may be caught.' I think she's crazy, yet wonderful. I never would have had the guts to make-out in an empty teachers lounge without her (A/N that sounds stupid, because you wouldn't make out by yourself but I'm sure you guys know what Harry is talking about).
I was meeting Pansy right at the doors of the Great Hall. I sat down on a bench once I got there. Ginny and Malfoy were already down in the Entrance Hall, waiting for the Ball to start, along with many other couples.
"Harry," a voice behind me called. I stood up and turned around and felt the air catch in my throat. It was Pansy.
She looked absolutely beautiful. She was wearing a strapless silky red evening gown that went down to her ankles. There was a slit up one side. She had twirled her hair into ringlets and styled on top of her head. She was stunning.
"Wow...Pansy, wow," was all I could say as I approached her. I kissed her and gave her a single rose.
"You look pretty wow yourself Harry," she laughed. I smiled goofily and put my arm around her waist. Some Slytherins scowled at us as they passed. Pansy rolled her eyes.
"I wish they would just get over it. You think they would at be pleasant to Draco, seeing that he was like the most popular Slytherin 5th year, but now he is the most hated pretty much," she told me.
"I know how it feels being most hated," I grumbled as I saw Ron come down the same stairs as I did with Lavender.
"Ron is still not talking to you?" she asked. I shook my head.
"I'm sorry Harry, it's all my fault, because..." I put a finger to her lips.
"It isn't your fault, it's Ron's for being such a loser, now lets forget about the rest of our houses and go have a good time ok?" she smiled
"Ok," we walked to the Great Hall, and found that Dumbledore had hired a Muggle group to play at the ball. He hired Nsync.
"Who are these people Harry?" Pansy asked.
"Nsync, they're Muggle," I informed her. They started playing a slow song.
"Would you like to dance," I asked her. She giggled.
"Yes." I led her on to the dance floor and wrapped my arms around her waist as she put her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder. I smiled. I loved holding Pansy. I was looking around the hall. Malfoy and Ginny were dancing, along with Seamus and Parvati, and Dean and Hermione as well as...Crabbe and Goyle? I shook my head. I had to get that sight out of my eyes. Dumbledore was waltzing with Professor Sinstra, and Snape was dancing with Professor McGonnagal. I didn't see Ron or Lavender on the floor. I searched the tables that were on the sides of the dance floor. I found him and Lavender sitting at one, talking. I caught his eye, the first time in weeks. He stared at me, and then Pansy, and then raised his eyebrows, as if saying you really like her. I nodded. He smiled a sort of strained smile, like he hadn't smiled in years. I nodded again and looked away. I'd talk to Ron tomorrow; tonight my concentration was on Pansy.
A/N Do you like it? Now don't tell me I over reacted on Ron, I did angry Ron for all of you people who r/r and told me you loved angry Ron. It was sort of making up for the other chapters. Will the Weasley boys forgive Harry? Find out in the next chapter. This chapter is called Doesn't Really Matter by Janet Jackson.