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Unrequited Hate

Chapter One

Ron Weasley was running down one of the corridors down to the front doors - he was late for Quidditch practice. Even with the captain of the team as his best friend, it wouldn't do for him to be late. He wasn't looking where he was going and as he turned a corner, he ran straight into someone, knocking them both to the floor, with him landing directly on top of the other one.

He opened his eyes to find himself staring into the pale green eyes of one Pansy Parkinson. She looked at him for a moment before shoving him off her and saying scathingly, "Watch where you're going Weasley. Some of us appreciate being able to walk to the library without being knocked to the floor by a red-headed klutz." And with that she pushed herself off the ground and brushed herself off, picked up her books and walked away, flipping her curly blonde hair over her shoulder as she went.

Ron stared after her for a moment before remembering why he had been running in the first place. He quickly scrambled to his feet and ran out to the pitch. Harry glared at him as he took his place in front of the goalposts and Ron yelled, "Sorry." Harry just rolled his eyes and began to tell the team which drills they should run through.

After an hour of training Harry finally took pity on them and finished practice. Ron was quiet as he took his shower in the locker room and then walked up to Gryffindor tower to finish his homework. He was vaguely aware of writing his Charms essay, and watching Ginny and Harry play chess, and then listening to Hermione tell Harry off for not doing his Potions paper. He finally went up to the dormitory, changed into a pair of blue pajama pants and lay on his back on the bed. Only then did he allow himself to think about the one thing he had wanted to think about since the beginning of Quidditch practice that afternoon.

Pansy's body pressed against his. Her green eyes staring straight into his. The way she smelled like apples. The way the light reflected off her hair as she walked away. Her tiny delicate hands as she dusted herself off. He let out a tiny sigh, and closed his eyes. It was a tiny encounter, but he would take any chance to touch her that he could, if only for a second.

Because he loved her.

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After Pansy had left Ron sitting on the floor after colliding with her, she didn't walk to the library as she had planned, but down to the Slytherin dormitories. She walked to the sixth-year girls' room and dropped her books unceremoniously on the floor next to her nightstand and fell ungracefully onto her back onto the bed.

She stared at the ceiling, not really seeing it. All she saw was a set of brilliant blue eyes staring into hers, and the dark red hair that was falling into those eyes as he hovered over her. She vaguely registered that he was about a foot taller than her. She kept thinking of the feeling of his toned body pressed against hers, and his muscled arms on either side of her stomach. She let out a tiny sigh and closed her eyes. It was only a small encounter, but any chance she had to touch him she would take, even if it was only for a second.

Because she loved him.

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a/n: betcha didn't think I'd update so fast did ya? lol, I just wanted to get something besides the prologue up. So hit the little purple-ish blue button down there and tell me what you think…

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