The next morning Pansy woke up, dressed and went to breakfast on a mission to confront Malfoy. She found him sitting alone at the Slytherin table eating sausages.

'I thought you were late for meeting the guys at the pub yesterday?' she asked, sitting down in the seat next to him.

'I was,' he said.

'Well when I saw Blaise he seemed to be under the impression that you weren't meeting until eight.'

'Yeah well I have other friends except Blaise you know. I wasn't meeting him last night.'

'He said you was.'

'Jesus Pansy what's with the third degree?'

'I just want to know why you blew me off that's all. You said one thing and it doesn't match up with Blaise's story. You could have taken me to the pub but you didn't and I want to know why.'

'Because I didn't want to ok? Look, next time you can come alright?'

Pansy seemed to cheer up immediately and took a sausage from Malfoy's plate.

Just then Ron approached the table.

'What do you want Weaselshit?' Malfoy sneered.

Ignoring him, Ron turned to Pansy. 'Can I have a word Pansy? In private?'

Pansy gave him a funny look. 'What do you want?' she asked.

'Well I'll tell you if you come over here.'

She shrugged and followed him to a more private area of the great hall.

'The thing is,' Ron started nervously, 'I'm not quite sure how to put this, but I've heard you offer some, ah, services, and I was just wondering if…..' He tailed off, unsure what to say next.

'You want a shag?' Pansy asked bluntly.

'Err, yeah I suppose so.'

'Are you a virgin?' she asked, making Ron blush.

'Yeah. It's not that I can't get anyone, I can. Girls are always asking me out, but i-'

'Look don't worry about it. Loads of guys ask me to take their virginity, I've seen it all. But I'm not a slapper you know. You can't just ask me and expect me to deliver.'

'Oh,' said Ron, not expecting this hurdle, 'well what do I have to do?'

'You have to bring me a present that shows you want to have sex with me. If it's good enough, you'll get your wish. Meet me tonight at seven o'clock outside the Slytherin common room.'

Ron nodded and gave his thanks before leaving to tell Harry the good news.

'So what are you going to get her?' Harry asked once Ron had filled him in.

Ron shrugged. 'Hey Hermione, you know what girls like, what should I get her?'

Hermione sighed, 'You know I don't approve of this so don't even think of asking me,' and she stormed off.

'Jeez, what's her problem?' Ron asked his best friend, 'I don't know why she cares so much.'

Harry shifted his feet and looked at the floor. 'I guess she just wants to look out for you, she's your friend after all.'

'I wish she'd just keep her nose out if she's got nothing good to say.' And he left to find Pansy a present good enough for her to sleep with him.

(x)

At eight o'clock that evening, Ron stood waiting outside the entrance to the Slytherin common room. After ten minutes he was about to give u when Pansy strolled down the corridor towards him. Without apologising for her lack of punctuality, she said, 'I can't do tonight after all Ron, Draco promised me he'd take me out earlier and that's more important.'

'Oh go on, please,' Ron begged, 'I've prepared myself for this. I got you a present.' He held out the bunch of Pansy's he'd picked for the greenhouses earlier.

'How original,' Pansy commented sarcastically without taking the flowers. 'I've waited for months for Draco to ask me out and he finally has so not tonight. Tomorrow's ok though if you're free?'

Ron nodded, disappointed that he'd have to wait.

'Good, settled, see you tomorrow at eight,' said Pansy, already climbing through the portrait hole, 'oh, and bring a better present.'

On his way back to Gryffindor tower, Ron shoved the pathetic Pansies into a suit of armour that shouted obscenities back at him.

'So how was it?' Harry pounced on him as soon as he got through the portrait hole.

'It didn't happen,' he said miserably.

'Oh I knew you wouldn't go through with it Ron,' said Hermione happily, 'I'm so glad you made the right choice.'

'Not because I bottled it, because she was busy. We're doing it tomorrow night.' Ron shot back at her.

Harry slapped his friend on the back, 'cheer up mate, it's only one more day.'

'Yeah,' said Ron, putting a smile back on his face, 'only one more day of being a virgin!'

(x)

The next day, at the same time, Ron waited for Pansy in the dungeons. Again she was late but made no excuses.

'How was your date last night?' Ron asked her.

Pansy frowned. 'Oh, well it didn't happen in the end. Draco was ill so we had to reschedule.'

'What was wrong with him? He seemed fine today.'

'Well yeah he was sick last night. It must have been a short term thing.'

'Right, yeah,' said Ron, shifting with embarrassment at the situation.

'So did you get me a better present?' she asked.

Ron pulled out a white box from his pocket and offered it to her. She opened it to reveal a gold heart pendant that he had stolen from Ginny's jewellery box. She never wore it and he knew it wouldn't be missed.

Pansy examined it and then put it back in its box.

'It's nice,' she said, 'it'll do.'

She pushed open the portrait hole and climbed through into the Slytherin common room and Ron followed her quickly.

When he stood up, he noticed that everyone in the room was staring at him.

'What are you doing in here Weasley?' spat a seventh year.

'He's with me,' Pansy said and pulled Ron by the hand up to her dormitory.

She put a silencing and locking charm on her drapes and pulled him inside.

'What do you want then?' asked Pansy, getting down to business.

'Well just sex I suppose. And maybe a bit of oral to say I've done it.'

Pansy nodded and then immediately started to kiss Ron on the mouth. Taken aback, he didn't respond for a couple of second but then began to kiss her back. All too quickly Pansy moved on to rubbing her hands up and down his robed body, creeping her fingers lower and lower down his torso. Ron gasped when she finally gripped his hard crotch and began to massage him through his robes.

Unsure what to do with his own hands, he stroked her hair and face. She grabbed his hands and pulled then down to her breasts which he started to knead.

'Ow, Ron not so hard,' she complained.

'Sorry,' Ron apologised, a little breathless from the kissing.

Using this break to her advantage, she pulled off Ron's robes with ease so he was lying in his boxer shorts. He self-consciously tried to cover up his thin pasty body and felt extremely inadequate and exposed.

Sensing that she wanted him to do the same to her, he fumbled with her robes, catching them on her body as he pulled them off. She had a nicer body than he had previously imagined. Her robes didn't do her small but shapely breasts any favours and the small layer of fat around her middle gave her nice curves on her otherwise skinny frame.

She shoved her hand down his boxer shorts and gripped his erection. Slowly she began to rub back and forth, caressing the length of his shaft. Then, without warning, she straddled him. She pulled his hands from his sides and up to the back of her bra. Ron desperately fumbled with the clasp, willing it to open. He blushed as he worked the catch in silence for many agonising seconds.

'I'm sorry, I can't do this,' he said.

'Don't worry,' said Pansy, unhooking her bra herself.

'No, I mean this,' said Ron, 'I can't have sex with you. Hermione was right, I'm not in love with you.'

He pushed Pansy off him and grabbed his robes from the foot of the bed.

'What the fuck?' sad Pansy as he hastily pulled then on.

'Look, keep the necklace, sorry for wasting your time. I'll pay you if you want or something.'

'I'm not a fucking prostitute!' Pansy exclaimed and Ron jumped off the bed and yanked the door open.

He ran all the way back to Gryffindor tower, ignoring Harry's questions as he raced to his dormitory. As soon as he reached his bed he fell face first onto his pillow and sobbed for the first time in ages.

What had happened to him? Why did he lose his bottle? Was he destined to be a virgin forever?