Façade
By DracosDragon969
Beta read by D.Torres
Summary: Ron meets a girl in Diagon Alley before he returns to Hogwarts for his final year. Who's the girl? Why the one and only Pansy Parkinson, although Ron doesn't know this. Pansy is dealing with having to lie to the one guy she wants to be with, Ron, and weather or not to receive the Dark Mark along side her best friends Draco and Blaise. The story goes through their final year at Hogwarts and deals with lies, deceit, love, and the final battle between Voldemort and Harry Potter.
Relationship Pairings: Pansy Parkinson/ Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/ Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, and Blasie Zabini/ every girl at Hogwarts that will have him.
Rated: M (FOR A REASON PEOPLE)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. They all belong to J. K. Rowling.
Please Read and Review my fan fiction I would appreciate it... Plus it gives me the inspiration I need to continue writing.
Chapter Twelve
This Is Me!
"Yes it seems that Gryffindor can indeed regain their rights to the Quidditch Cup!" Seamus exclaimed to the occupants of Gryffindor tower. Many of the students sounded their approval with cheers and claps, he allowed them time to settle back down. "And it is with great pleasure that I introduce the quidditch team who kicked Ravenclaw's arse today!" the cheers and clapping resumed.
"Hey…" Luna said aloud from where she was standing next to a table full of snacks and drinks for the celebration that was to come.
"Ah yes… our little raven among the lions. How lovely of you to join us, but maybe you should be consoling your house in their time of need." Seamus stated with a smirk.
"My house will do just fine without me." She stated mater-of-factly.
A few girls nearby giggled at the sour expression on Seamus face.
"Who let Lovegood in?" Seamus mumbled to Dean who just shrugged.
"That would be me." Harry stated as he leant in to whisper to the two boys, whom before hand had not noticed his presence. Behind him stood the rest of the Gryffindor quidditch team still clad in their gear and uniforms.
"Harry… I didn't notice you there mate." Seamus stated and quickly took in the raven haired boy before him. "Oh look Dean, Neville just walked in with Lavender and Parvati let's go say hello."
With the team now in full view of the common room they were immediately greeted with cheers, claps, and whistling from the crowd at large, not to mention the roars of the various animated lions that Dean had made along with the help of Hermione.
"Thank You, Thank You!" Ron bellowed into the crowd. "We do try." He stated as he and the rest of team mocked bowed.
After heading upstairs for a much needed shower both Harry and Ron returned to the common room. The party area was now filled with laughter, couples dancing, and the loud chatter of students recounting the match that was held earlier that day. Ron was wearing a pair of blue jeans, a black shirt that had an arrow pointing at his face stating 'The Wizard' and an arrow pointing towards his crouch stating 'The Wand' it was a shirt he had brought at a wizarding t-shirt shop during the summer. He wore a pair of black flip flops and his damp shaggy shoulder length hair lay lazily about his head. He headed over to the snack table in search of a butterbeer and a few of Dobby's quidditch shaped pastry's.
Minutes later he found himself in front of Harry after turning down a few girls who had wanted to dance. "I see you left your girl with the gossips of the tower." Ron stated to Harry as he took a seat next to him on the couch.
Harry looked over in the direction of Luna to find her talking animatedly to Ginny, Parvati, and Lavender. "Yeah she started going on and on about her father finding the last Rhino-Snopless in Europe."
Ron held up a hand to silence his friend." I'm sure I don't want to know."
"Obviously I didn't want to know. " Harry stated as he began eating a snitch shape pastry that oddly enough tasted like oranges and strawberries.
"Good game guys." Neville stated as he greeted his two housemates.
"Any game ending with me not going to the hospital wing is good game." Harry said.
The three began to laugh at his statement for it was common knowledge that Harry had his own private bed in the infirmary.
"Neville!" Lavender squealed as she walked over to the three boys, Neville immediately began to turn a light shade of pink. "Hey boys." She stated to Harry and Ron who nodded their greeting. "I want that dance you promised me last night." She cooed into his ear.
"But I can't really…" But that was as far as Neville got for Lavender simply dragged him out onto the dance floor.
Harry and Ron watched the couple out on the dance floor with a slight fascination, 'maybe Neville did know first hand whose tits were bigger' Ron thought briefly before he cleared his throat to get Harry's attention. "You had me worried when you hadn't caught the snitch after twenty minutes into the game."
Harry blinked back to reality. "You weren't the only one. Just where in the hell did that new seeker come from."
"Not sure, not that it matters. He was good you were better." Ron stated with an amused grin. They sat in silence for a few minutes both staring into the flames of the common room fire.
"We seriously have to train harder if we want to beat Slytherin." Ron stated suddenly.
Harry slumped down into his chair to await the rest of Ron's speech.
"We can't allow the Slytherins' to reclaim the Quidditch Cup." He stated simply. "And that means we are going to have to work on not allowing distractions to interfere with us playing on the field."
Harry looked at Ron as if he had hit a nerve. "I couldn't help that…" he stated as he looked towards the dance floor where Hermione was currently dancing with both Dean and Seamus. "She means so much to me as do you and Luna."
Ron looked over to see a smiling Hermione. The sudden disappearance of Hermione last year was something that they never talked about for fear of opening old wounds. Besides when questioned about her whereabouts Hermione honestly didn't know where she went or what had taken place. Harry and Ron didn't look too much into the incident due to the fact that she was found a few hours later by Professor Snape no less. "Your right, I guess I'm just a little on edge." Ron stated calmly. "I mean what if it happens again?"
Harry smiled at Ron. "Malfoy got lucky last year and believe me his luck just ran out."
"You know what I mean."
Harry's smile faded. "We prepare, I've spoken with Dumbledore and he feels it would be best to reinstate D.A." He allowed his gaze to fall on Luna who smiled upon seeing him and then returned to the conversation she was having beforehand. "The war is coming and we must all be prepared, but especially you, Hermione, and Luna." He turned to face Ron. "I can't loose any of you."
And with that a large black owl, known as Frewin, landed on the outstretched leg of Ron. He instantly took in the owl's disheveled appearance, but decided that the large creature was most likely a bit clumsy. As the owl had become a regular to Gryffindor tower it was sorely missed during the week in which she had not been by to visit Ron. Once he untied the parchment from its single green ribbon, Frewin took off in the direction of the owlery. Ron stared at the letter apprehensively 'what if she said no' he thought or 'what if…'
"Open it already." Harry stated and Ron wasted no time unrolling the parchment.
Dear Ron,
After a week of awaiting my response I am sure that what I have to say will be more upsetting than settling. I will not be able to attend the ball with you this year and although I know you may hate me now, I have a really good reason as to why I must decline your request. Please try to understand that I never wanted to hurt you.
Thinking of you always,
A Secret worth Keeping
"Yeah I bet." Ron mumbled to himself as he crumbled up and threw the parchment into the fire.
"What did she say?" Harry stated as he watched his friend.
Ron continued to stare into the fire ignoring the question Harry had asked. Summer had turned him down, sure she had done so as nicely as possible but in the end it was still a no. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
"What did she say?" Harry repeated after not receiving a response. If the party got any louder he was sure McGonagall would pay them all a stern visit.
Ron looked up to meet Harry's green eyes. "She told me no… happy." Ron stated icily as he stood from his seat trying to get as far away from the festivities of the night.
"What? Why would I care?" Harry inquired as he followed after Ron.
"Oh please Harry..." Ron stated as he began to walk towards the seventh year boys' dormitory. "you're the one who has been coming up to me for the past week trying to convince me to ask Hannah out." He pulled the dormitory door open with much more force than necessary and walked in to sit on his bed.
"Excuse me for trying to be a friend." Harry stated
"A friend would have been more supportive of my decision!"
"Damn it Ron I was and am your most supportive friend so don't take your frustrations out on me!" Harry stated angrily.
Ron released a sigh. "I'm sorry mate."
"Why did it take her so long to write back, I mean you sent her that letter almost a week ago?" Harry questioned his voice a lot softer now.
"Maybe she was thinking of the best way to break my heart." Ron stated as he lay back on his bed. 'What a perfect way to end today' he thought miserably.
"Well look at it this way, now you can ask Hannah to the ball and at least now you'll know her name and what school house she's in."
Ron closed his eyes, Harry just didn't get it. "I don't see myself asking her out, besides that girl has seen the inside of more broom closets than I care to count."
"Even better…" Harry stated as he took a seat beside Ron on his bed. "this way you know what to expect after the ball." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"That is true." Ron stated with a grin. Hannah wasn't a girl he was willing to settle down with, but she was a guarantee lay.
They sat in silence for a few minutes both thinking about what was going on in their personal lives.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Could I borrow your invisibility cloak?"
"Are you okay?" Harry stated with concern.
"I just need a little time to myself."
Harry walked over to his trunk to withdraw his cloak. "Are you sure you're okay?" He questioned as he passed the cloak into Ron's outstretched hand.
"I'll be fine."
Hours later Ron found himself walking along a deserted corridor in search of anything that would allow him to take his mind off of his disappointing letter. Summer had told him no and Ron felt as if the world seemed to have turned upside down. 'What did I do wrong' he thought as he continued to walk. 'Maybe I didn't write enough' or 'maybe I wrote too much she probably found me to be needy.' 'Shit' he stated inwardly the last month had all been in vain, she still didn't want him.
After wondering the school for so long he found it pleasing that his thoughts would often drift towards a certain 'Ice Princess.' She had become an entertaining thought in his head for several weeks now. It didn't help that they still had to get through prefect duties nightly, and with Pansy in such close proximity of him it was hard to keep his focus on what needed to be done.
Realizing that he was now on the seventh floor he made the decision to finally head back to Gryffindor tower. However, as he made his way towards the nearest staircase he heard the distant sound of piano music nearby. The music was so sad that he began wandering in the direction of the sound in search of the instrumentalist and found himself in front of a wall he immediately recognized as the room of requirement.
With the thought of 'finding out who was playing the piano' a doorway appeared granting him entry into the room. Once inside he found the room immaculately decorated in the style of a large ballroom with a piano facing the direction opposite of the doorway. Ron slowly made his way towards the piano and was shocked to find an overly concentrated Pansy delicately touching its keys with her eyes close.
Pansy felt the presence of someone standing over her, but continued to play the piano. She was used to her best friends coming in to visit her and she found that at the moment she really needed to talk to someone. She had sent Ron the letter she had wanted to send since Sunday and now felt as if it were a huge mistake.
Ron looked the girl over and realized she was even more stunning when out of her school robes. Her hair was done up in a messy bun with many stray tendrils falling and framing her face. She wore a pair of dark denim jeans a snug white spaghetti strap shirt that was half hidden by the red shoulder sweater that clung to her voluptuous chest. 'God red looked good on her' he thought, but soon he was interrupted by the rooms only other inhibitor.
"Blaise I thought I told you I would be fine." Pansy stated aloud as she continued to play the piano, only now with her eyes open.
"Well luckily I'm not Blaise." Ron stated as he removed the invisibility cloak.
Pansy stopped playing the Piano and turned to face an overly grinning red head.
"You looked surprised to see me." Ron confirmed as he took a seat next to Pansy on piano the stool.
"Of course I am." Pansy declared. "It's not everyday you see a Gryffindor appear out of thin air."
"But Slytherins' on the other hand appear daily?" Ron questioned with a raised eyebrow.
'Damn him for looking so sexy' she thought.' Pansy thought to herself.
"Not Slytherins, just Blaise or Draco." She allowed her eyes to travel over Ron's body. "As invisibility cloaks are rare I figured they were the only ones with one. And as I am not talking with Draco at the moment…" She noticed confusion cross Ron's face. "…don't ask. I just assumed you would be Blaise."
"So you play the piano?" Ron questioned in an attempt to change the topic.
"As a matter of fact I do." Pansy stated with a small smile. "And very well too I might add. One of the many talents my father instilled in me at a young age."
Ron allowed himself to smile at her last statement. "Why such a sad song?"
"Life isn't one great moment followed by the next, there are plenty of moments in between I'd rather forget." She stated simply.
"Oh."
"So what may I ask are you doing wondering the school at night beneath an invisibility cloak?" Pansy questioned as she pulled the keyboard cover shut. "I thought guys who won quidditch matches partied in their dormitory into the early hours of the morning, or maybe that's just what we do in my dormitory."
"We usually do, but I found myself not enjoying the festivities as much as I would have liked." Ron sated as he thought back on the letter he had received earlier.
Pansy allowed her smile to falter, for she knew quite well what had saddened him.
"You played a great game today. You should be out celebrating with your team not sitting in a ballroom talking to me."
"Maybe this is where I want to be." He stated with a seductive grin. "And how did you know that I played a great game, I thought Slytherins only watched their house play matches."
"Well I wanted to see you play so I watched as well. You don't have a problem with that do you?"
"None at all I actually enjoy when beautiful young ladies watch me." He stated with a confidence that made Pansy laugh.
"Is that quite often?" She questioned.
"Not often enough." He affirmed. "Jealous?"
"Should I be?" Pansy inquired while lifting a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"With Kai following you around like some love sick puppy, maybe I should be."
"Believe me Kai is the least of your worries." She stated while wetting her lips suggestively.
Auburn eyes met indigo ones, and each stared at the other as if afraid to look away. Pansy broke their connection as she felt her cheeks become flushed.
"Surely the great Ron Weasley doesn't have time for girls, what with learning difficult quidditch moves such as the Smeerth spiral you executed today quite nicely I might add."
"You know about Caitlyn Smeerth?" Ron asked shocked.
"Who doesn't? She's only the greatest female keeper to ever play for New England, besides father represents her." Pansy stated with a grin. "She's been by the manor on more than one occasion."
"I thought your father worked as a…as a… you know." He stated warily.
"A Death Eater." Pansy supplied. "Yes father is one, however being the Dark Lords' minion is a non-paying job as of yet. So during the day he oversees the family company, Parkinson Public Relations. Who better to negotiate a raise in your contract than a known Death Eater?"
"Wicked, except for the part about your father being a Death Eater. I bet you have quidditch players over your house all the time." Ron stated with awe.
"Just about, however I rarely get to meet them." She stated lowly the disappointment evident in her voice. "Father conducts business away from prying eyes."
"You seem to know enough about quidditch, why not join the Slytherin team?" Ron questioned trying to get their conversation back on a lighter note.
"I'm sure even you have noticed that there are no girls on the team. It's an unspoken rule, no women allowed. Besides I hardly think I'm good enough to join the team."
After taking in the full appearance of the room Ron decided now was as good a time as any to inquire about his whereabouts. "Out of curiosity… where exactly are we?"
"We are in the southern ballroom of Parkinson manor, beautifully decorated by my great-great-grandmother." Pansy stated as she stood. "However…" she said as she took Ron's hands in hers pulling him into a standing position as well. "Maybe a change of scenery is in order."
The room shifted before his eyes and Ron found the new room just as lavishly decorated as the last. It was huge. There were two large windows that showed the grounds below and a glass door which lead to a balcony. On the right side of the room there was a fireplace, three large bookcases, as well as hundreds of photographs covering both the walls and various glass tabletops. On the left side there were two antique chairs and a large couch. Old-fashioned dark oak was the major wood and primary colors of cream with accents of dark and light green were seen throughout the room. Pansy took her seat on the couch and patted the cushion next to her for Ron.
As Ron took his seat next to Pansy he took in the rest of the room in awe. It was easily just as large as his and Ginny's room put together. Several pictures adorned the room and at closer inspection he realized that many of the pictures held Pansy; waving, scowling, smiling, or making a funny face. A few pictures displayed Blaise, Draco and Pansy at various ages and soon Ron found himself laughing aloud at a five year old Blaise and Draco. Both were wearing dress robes and a similar look of disgust as they sat next to an exceedingly smiling Pansy obviously pleased with her choice of robes.
"Oh yeah, I remember that night." Pansy stated as she noticed the photo that was currently holding his attention. "We were attending a formal dinner at Draco's house."
Another photograph showed a girl sitting on the lap of a woman who looked strikingly like Pansy only older. The woman wore a dark blue gown that accentuated her eyes, while Pansy on her lap wore a light blue robe. The older woman was currently smiling and whispering into Pansy's ear as she pointed to Ron, both began to giggle as he blushed madly.
"That's my mother and me when I was younger." Pansy stated suddenly from Ron's left catching the boy off guard.
"You didn't say anything about her, what's she like?" He questioned.
Pansy face took on a somber exterior as she stared at the picture. "She's dead." She stated quietly. "Nothing more to tell."
"I'm sorry"
"Don't be. I miss her like crazy, but I'm sure she is happier wherever she is."
"So are you going to tell me where we are now?" Ron questioned as he allowed himself to stretch out on the couch.
"You are actually sitting in my pallor, it's adjacent to my bedroom." She stated nonchalantly.
"Than why are we still talking out here?" He stated looking towards the large double frosted glass doors located at the opposite end of the room.
"Because this is where I want us to remain." She stated with a playful grin . "But maybe if you're a good boy I'll show you it sooner than latter."
"Than I'll be on my best behavior."
"See that you are."
They stared at each other a moment, neither realizing the sexual innuendos.
"What's it like?" Ron asked out of the blue.
"What's what like?" Pansy questioned.
"Being rich."
"Oh that, it's a pain in the arse really." Pansy stated as she pulled her feet up to her body allowing her head to rest on her knees.
"How so?"
"Well for starters, everyone expects you to speak, dress, and walk like an aristocrat. I'm usually branded a snob before I even open my mouth."
As much as Ron hated to admit it he too had thought of Pansy as a snob. He really didn't think the girl was capable of having a civil conversation, but here he was having one that he all together didn't mind being apart of.
"What about your friends?" He inquired.
"Well Blaise and Draco mean the world to me. I've known Draco from the day I was born and I meet Blaise when I was three."
"No, I mean your female friends."
"Oh them, well first off there not even my friends they just hang around me because of my name."
"Your name."
"I think it's safe to say that the name Parkinson will always be synonyms with the dark arts. My so-called friends just hang with me, because I can offer them the protection you need within the Slytherin house."
"Don't tell me you need protection within your house."
"That's exactly what I'm telling you. Second many of my female acquaintances were acquired while attending charm school."
Ron stared at her uneasy. "Okay so what about the up side, at least you can buy whatever you want."
"True, but sometimes having money isn't a good thing."
"Considering the alternative it can't be that bad." Ron said
"Yeah well my father for the most part uses money to get me to do what he wants. However, he fails to realize that I have my own mind and can come to my own decision with or without the influence of his money."
"What does he want you to do?"
"What all pureblood fathers want their daughters to do. He wants me to marry a wealthy pureblood, preferable Draco or Blaise, produce a male heir and stay at home to take care of my so-called family." She groaned. "Do I look like the type of woman who would enjoy sitting by the fireplace creating needlepoint designs and ordering around house elves for a living?"
"Not really."
"My father loves me, but he needs to understand that times are changing. I don't want to become the person he wants me to be. I mean, don't get me wrong I want to get married and I want to have children. But I also want to work outside the home and I also want to have a voice within my home, but my father is only concerned about me finding a husband that is up to his standards." She sighed. "Was your parent's marriage an arranged one?"
Ron thought about the question. "No, my mum had an arranged marriage but she turned her back on her family to marry dad."
"Hmm smart woman." Pansy stated more to herself than Ron. "Well due to an arranged marriage, father married mother and let's just say neither were happy with that arrangement. Hence, mother refused to have an arranged marriage set up for me, said something about never wanting to see me that unhappy."
"So you want to marry for love?"
"Yes." She said simply.
"Good to know." Ron stated as Pansy raised her eyebrows questioningly. "I mean... uh... good for you... not that... not that I would marry you." Ron stammered as Pansy expression changed to one of annoyance. "Not to say that I wouldn't marry you... or you marry me." He looked to the floor and silently begged to be swallowed up. "You know maybe I should just remove the foot from my mouth."
"Good idea." She said with a smile as they both shared a laugh. "So what's it like to be a Weasley and apart of the golden trio?"
"Difficult."
"It can't be that bad you always seem to save the day."
Ron laughed bitterly. "Save the day, is that what we do? It seems we only have to save the day, because trouble always seems to follow us around."
"You are best friends with Potter."
"Yeah Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy whose suppose to defeat Voldemort, and the boy whose shadow I've lived in since the day we met." Ron said dryly as he stared at the floor.
"Are you jealous of him?" Pansy found herself asking aloud before she could stop herself.
"No." Ron said a little too quickly in Pansy's opinion. "It's just that everything comes so easily to him and Hermione, everything I have I had to work for." He released a breath. "It sometimes just doesn't seem fair."
"Maybe, but you and I both know life isn't fair."
"Did you know that when I became a prefect, Harry made it seem like it wasn't a big deal. Not to mention the fact that my brothers kept telling me I was only a prefect, because Harry had other things to worry about." Ron sighed. "That hurt more than any of them knew. So what did I do, I tried out for the quidditch team that year in search of finding something I was good at on my own. Only to find out that I made it in the first place because of my brothers and the fact that I was the best friend of Harry Potter."
Pansy was speechless. Of course Ron wasn't the best quidditch player during fifth year, but she had at least thought he had made the team do to some sort of skill level.
"I spent every day the next summer practicing behind my house with Ginny or studying quidditch moves in my room. I worked so hard that I eventually became captain of the team this year, however coincidently Hermione became Head girl so my congratulations was short lived in the wake of her new accomplishment."
"Blimey I never knew your life was like that."
Ron looked at Pansy as if he had forgotten she was in the room. "Look at me complaining like some common house elf. It's not all so bad, both Harry and Hermione mean the world to me I would do anything for them."
"What about your parents?" She questioned.
"Well my mum pretty much stays at home or helps the Order." Ron stated aloud not realizing what he was saying.
"The Order?" Pansy questioned knowing already what he was talking about.
"I mean she puts things in order." Ron stated stammering. "You know around the house."
"Uh huh." Pansy said not really believing him but allowing it to slide.
"My dad likes to tamper with muggle things, finds them fascinating."
"Really." She stated enthusiastically. "Sometimes Draco and I hang out in muggle London, but don't tell Draco he would kill me if he knew I told you."
"Your secrets safe with me."
"You know Ron." Pansy stated as she moved closer to him on the couch. "I think all your hard work paid off, but all work and no play makes for very dull days."
Ron moved closer to Pansy. "You have no idea." He stated lowly the tone of his voice making Pansy shiver.
"Oh I think I have an…"
But that was as far as she got, because in that instant her lips were covered and captivated in a persistent kiss. Ron's hands quickly snaked around Pansy pulling her into his lap, while she began to run her hands through his hair. The kiss was very passionate and both moaned their assessment.
But in an instant, Pansy pulled back breathing hard allowing her body to rotate on Ron's lap and incoherent moans were all that Ron could articulate at the moment.
"You're killing me." He whispered into her ear before claiming her lips again in a passionate kiss. Pansy managed to slide off of his lap as she laid horizontally on the couch pulling him down on top of her. Ron wasn't prepared for what the beautiful Slytherin did next, her mouth left his as she made her way down his neck, nibbling sucking, and biting along his neck and jaw line. Not to be bested Ron began to palm her breast delicately through her sweater and smirked with satisfaction as she groaned from the friction he had caused.
"Ron… oh… Ron…" Pansy moaned as Ron began to lift her red sweater leaving her only in her thin spaghetti strap shirt. He then descended upon her lips again living them slightly bruised from his ministrations.
"No...no...no." Pansy said and began to push him off of her. This was wrong this is not how she wanted her first time with Ron to be. Pansy knew he was upset about his day and she refused to be a mercy fuck to him. "You really don't want to do this." She stated as she began to sit up on the couch, funny she didn't remember lying down.
"Oh I think I know what I want." Ron stated as he started to pull Pansy towards him.
"Well I don't want to." She stated aloud not believing the words herself.
"But... but I thought."
"Ron I really do find you attractive, but I don't want to do this because you need a little cheering up." Pansy stated quietly.
"Is that what you think?" Ron questioned. "Pansy I would never force you to do anything you didn't want to do and just so you know I wouldn't use you like that." Ron stated as he stood up to leave.
"I didn't say you had to leave." Pansy said a little pleased with the information she had just heard. "Please stay." She patted the cushion next to her.
Ron hesitated for a moment but then took a seat on the couch so that his back was on the armrest and his feet were now resting on Pansy's jeans.
"Hey! What was that for?" She shouted as she stood up form the couch.
Ron smirked and placed his feet back on the spot where her butt had been moments before. "How else was I going to get you to get up?" Ron questioned as he settled further into the couch.
"So just where in the hell am I suppose to sit?" She questioned.
Ron patted in between his legs and smiled.
Pansy shrugged and laid in between the legs of the red head, her soft hair gently resting against his firm stomach as they continued to talk about their interest for the rest of the night.
I hope that you all got a little insight on what it's like to be a Parkinson and a Weasley. I know it took a while but you all forgive me don't you. (Innocent smile) I hope you guys picked up on all the hints I gave throughout this chapter and the last. Oh and you guys really make my day with all of the reviews, my heart swells with pride.
Now on to Shout outs
Evilevergreen-Wow you actually reviewed ever chapter, I hope you will continue to do so. But the person Snape is sleeping with is the person you least expect.
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Sweety- I hope that even though I updated late I'm still on your good side.
Lady-Firehair- I'm glad you wrote a review, but just so you know Pansy is the girl that Ron met over the summer.
Krirobe- I'm glad my errors don't stick out that much. D.Torres I'm sure will be very happy to hear that. My favorite chapter so far will have to be chapter 10. I love an angry Ron and a sarcastic Draco.
The-Reader- you made me so happy and I'm glad you enjoyed my story. Besides you are totally right I need to get my arse moving.
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Dracowar- I'm sure your not the only one reading this story just to figure out who is sleeping with who and believe me there are many hints that I give you. As to whose sleeping with who I won't tell for awhile, but I hope you will continue to read and review.
I was so shocked I got 11 reviews for the last chapter and just to keep you all reviewing I will only post the next chapter, which is finished by the way, after I receive 8 reviews for this chapter. Oh and I really want you all to tell me who you think Snape is sleeping with and who you think is sleeping with Draco.
Next Chapter: Kai has a question for Pansy and an opinion about Ron. Snape has a meeting with Pansy, so you all get to see what goes on during there meetings, and talks about his love life.
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