Dear Ron:
I was very offended by your letter – of course I will be pairing you up with Hermione sometime very soon. Have I ever let you down in the past? I allowed you to come out of Aragog's nest alive, did I not?
However, I have been brewing up a surprise event in your relationship with her. Obviously, just because you two are one of the main characters in my book will not mean that you will not have to suffer through rocky moments of your "perfect" relationship. No, no relationship is perfect, of course. So, I've written a segment in which you get more than you asked for:
Perhaps Ron had had one too many Butterbeers, or maybe someone had slipped him too many Firewhiskeys, because Ron did not remember how he had managed to end up in a room at the Leaky Cauldron. He groggily lifted his head to inspect his surroundings: the candles were burning out, casting an eerily glow around the room, which he noticed, had only one bed, the one which he was currently lying on. He also noticed there was a faint, yet distinctive odor of perfume that could only belong to a woman.
"Hey sleepy-head. Ready for more?"
Ron nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of that voice. . .that voice he only knew too well. It awakened him from his drunken stupor, and for a split second, Ron realized, to his terror, that his clothes had magically disappeared.
"Uh. . ." Ron said, unable to string together a sentence. Dreading what he was going to see, he slowly turned his head around, and what he saw nearly made him scream.
There was a silhouette of a very attractive, and very curvy outline of a woman's body, covered only by the thin bed sheets. Heart thumping madly, he forced his eyes to wander upwards towards the woman's face. . .only to come face to face with none other than. . .
Pansy Parkinson.
Now, he really did scream.
How was that, my dear Ronniekins? You'll be on the receiving end during the seventh book, no doubt about it (however, I fear you'll also be on the receiving end of Hermione's wrath). Please keep in mind that I am the one with the computer, and also, the power to change your future. If you have any further negotiations, I will be more than happy to discuss the necessary changes.
With love,
Jo
Author's note: J.K Rowling did not write the above letter, or the segment of the seventh book. She contributed nothing to this story except for her wonderful characters. So please, do not sue me, or pester me asking me if the above segment is true. EVERYTHING IS MADE UP by the means of my mind.