Rain

By forbiddenlight

Disclaimer: I'm not J.K., so why would I own anything of hers? This plot is my own though…

A/N: Thank you to all those who reviewed. I'd also like to invite everyone to become a staff or subscriber to my c2 community, Hogwarts Romantic Library for Harry Potter. I like this chapter much more! Sorry it took me so long to post- I went camping! Anyway, I have to make a few changes to the plot, but I think it will work out just fine. Enjoy!

Kichou: Oh, never worry. Never ever worry.

Athena: I'll say. (Just kidding! I don't believe I've met him just yet!)

Avanell: I know. I was so proud of myself with that one. I don't write slash. I'll read it occasionally, but there won't be any slash in this story. I'll try not to do too much angst… This story will take a turn for the worst soon, but never worry, never worry…

PrincessPotter: Thank you! I love knowing that my readers enjoy what they read. That was extremely hard, and I had to fight to write it. Hopefully this chapter will be better.

rani singala: Thank you for reviewing twice. I know! Ron is such… Such a pain!

Dakota-Malfoy: I definitely will update! I love having devoted readers like Avanell, Athena, Kichou, and PrincessPotter, and now you too! Awesome. I understood every word you said. Glad you enjoyed it.

And, again, be sure to take note of the names in bold. That is very important to the story. It will also keep you out of any confusion…

Ship: Blaise Zabini/Hermione Granger

Genre: Romance/Drama

Chapter Eight: The Plan

Ron

He was shivering when he walked up the hallway. He passed by empty classrooms. No students were out- probably enjoying a nice rainy day by their common room fires. Ron shrugged against the wetness of his clothes. Why he went out into the rain to witness her kiss that bloody git was beyond him.

It was darker inside Hogwarts- the windows were dark, evening had fallen. The torches on the stonewalls were warm and cheery, and Ron felt better. His shoes squeaked against the cold stone floor, echoing onto the walls. He was alone. It was quiet. How he liked the warmth…

Ker-Rash!

The doors to the dungeons suddenly crashed open, and a tearful someone ran out. She was sobbing, and ran right into Ron, who caught her in his arms surprised and shocked.

Pansy Parkinson didn't know she had landed square into the boy she had thought disgusting and a complete fool since the moment she stepped into Hogwarts and met him. But she did feel somewhat safe and much warmer in his arms.

"I can't believe it!" she cried out in his chest. "He's in love with that girl! And now… Oh, God, now what do I do?"

Ron was shocked. Why the heck was Pansy Parkinson, the Slytherin Princess, in his arms sobbing about some guy? He didn't let go. Having a girl hug him was something he missed since he had that fight with Hermione…

But could that guy be Blaise? Ron's heart skipped a beat. There were rumors that she fancied him. Maybe she was mad that Blaise had kissed Hermione…

Maybe she could help him get Hermione back, and she could get Blaise!

"Pansy," he said softly. Pansy's eyes, which had been closed, suddenly opened and she looked up into his brown ones. Hers were blue, a color he had never found affection for.

"Weasel!" Pansy cried, leaping out of his arms. "Get off of me! Ooh, I'll kill you if you touch me like that ever again!"

"Wait!" he called as she ran off. "I… I think I know how to get Blaise to love you! But I'll need your help!"

Pansy stopped running and looked back at him. "What?" she asked him, her brows furrowed. "How'd you know?"

"Because," Ron blushed. He lowered his eyes to the floor. "I'm in love with the girl he fancies. And as rumor goes, you're in love with Blaise. All we have to do is figure out how to get them to hate each other, so they'll come back to us."

Pansy smirked at him. "You are the very last person I would ever imagine saying that to me. But I like what you think. Let's shake on it. You keep an eye on Blaise, and I'll spy on Granger." Pansy told him. They shook hands, very reluctantly and with tension, but it was enough for Ron.

"Look, though, Pansy. If we're working together," Ron gulped after they'd released hands. "We should be on first name basis. No Weasel, got it?"

Pansy grinned. Rolling her eyes, she replied, "Yeah, okay, Ronald. Meet me at the library at six tomorrow."

She began to walk off. But Ron grabbed her arm. "Wait- Blaise asked Hermione on a date. Tomorrow's a Hogsmeade day. We should meet there."

"Ron! I am not going out in public with you!" Pansy told him.

Ron suddenly got a great idea.

"Listen, look. Why don't we make them jealous?"

Pansy raised an eyebrow. "Jealous? How?" Suddenly she realized what he was thinking of. "No! Never! I will not go out with you! Not even to pretend!"

"But Pansy!" Ron argued. "If we play the right notes Blaise will be positively begging you to go out with him. It would work perfectly."

Pansy glared at him. "Alright, I will. But it is all fake! ALL of it!"

"Okay," Ron agreed, smiling. "Our first date is tomorrow. We will spend the day at Hogsmeade. Just pretend it's a blind date. That one of your friends set it up for you, and I'll do the same."

"That'll work," Pansy replied. With a shaky hand she kissed him lightly on the cheek then ran off, back to the dungeons. But all Ron could do was think about Hermione. Hopefully his plan would work.

And if it didn't… Well, Ron didn't really want to think about that.

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