A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt Challenge: 542 – Song – As Long as You Love Me – Backstreet Boys

Writing Club September

Disney Challenge: Themes - 2. Love Conquers All - Write about two people coming together despite obstacles

Film Festival: 12 - (action) crying

Monthly Challenge September: Build a Bear - Fresh Pineapple Scent – Surprise

Word count: 648

Ron heard her crying before he saw her run past. Her bag was open and pieces of parchment flew out as she ran. He blinked as if trying to decide what he should do next.

"Go after her, you dolt," Harry whispered in his ear. Ron felt his face flush. He always had trouble knowing what to do when it involved a pretty girl, or any girl for that matter. At least he had Harry. Harry always seemed to know what to do. Ron quickly gathered up Pansy's errant papers and rushed after her.

He found her crying on an abandoned staircase on the eighth floor. He put the papers down next to her.

"Um, you dropped these," he said. She raised her head to look at him. He could see her eyes were red and there were still tears falling down her cheeks. He dug through his pocket and produced a napkin he'd 'accidentally' taken from the Great Hall.

"Here," he said offering it to her. She took it and looked at him a little closer. "Mind if I sit?" he asked after a second.

"Go ahead, it's a public staircase. You can sit where ever you want, Weasel," she sneered at him. He sat down next to her, moving her papers aside.

"It's actually Weasley, not Weasel, but I guess you can call me that if you want," he said wondering why he could never come up with a smooth line. He knew Malfoy could charm a girl with just a few words. Compared to him, he must seem like a spaz. Pansy snorted, a faint hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Really? You'd let me call you 'Weasel'?" she asked. Ron shrugged.

"Sure, why not, I mean, at least you'd be talking to me. Most people don't, not really. It's always about Harry, or my brothers," he explained. Pansy nodded slowly.

"Yeah, I can see that. Must be hard to be best friends with the Chosen One. Draco hates him, I guess I should, but that requires too much effort on my part. Why'd you come after me? It's not like we're friends or anything."

"You were upset, it seemed the right thing to do. No one else did though..." Pansy nodded.

"You're right. No one else did, not even Draco. I thought he liked me, heck, I thought he might, you know, love me? Guess I was wrong. Now all I've got is a broken heart and a Weasel sitting with me on a staircase most people have forgotten exists."

"I could love you," Ron blurted out. "I mean, you're cute, and I know you're smart, and it's kind of funny the way you snort when you laugh," he rambled. Pansy snorted looking him over. He wasn't too bad looking, if you liked the type. Sure, she knew his manners were a little rusty, but she could train him up, couldn't she?

"I guess you're not horrible yourself," she replied. He blushed. His face now matched his hair and Pansy let out a laugh. "You could really love a pug faced, gold digging, ice cold, Slytherin Princess like me?" she asked remembering all the insults, the names she'd been called.

"I've been called worse," Ron responded. "And I don't care what they say. I love you. As long as you don't care that I'm a blood traitor, dirt poor, and a right git most of the time?" Pansy nodded.

"Guess we both have a few names we're not proud of, sure. Why not give this a try? Want to walk me to my next class?" Ron nodded jumping to his feet and picking up the papers Pansy had lost earlier and her bag.

"Where to Pansy?"

"Divination," she answered as they walked together back into the main part of the school, each one of them knowing, for now, how the other felt.