Authors ramblings: Thanks for all the reviews so far! This is a fun story to write so i'm glad some of you are enjoying it. As for you scummers who are reading and not reviewing, get yourself into gear and blast me a review (hehe). So on with the next chappie...

Two day's later, Pansy was still fuming about Malfoy's betrayal. She was sick of watching enviously as he and his new girlfriend Sasha sat curled up in the same armchair by the fire and kissed slowly for hours, before he lead her up to his dormitory by the hand. What made it worse was that she could see that this wasn't just a fling. He really liked her, more than she had ever seen him like a girl, including herself. But as much as she tried to hate him, she couldn't. She loved him with every fibre of her being.

After one such lonely evening, sitting by herself in the common room, watching the two lovers stare into each others eyes, their fingers wound around each others, their lips barely parting, she could take no more. She stood up quickly and left the common room. It was a cold, wet night, but she had forgotten to get her cloak in her hurry. She trudged through the soggy grounds to an old favourite spot of hers under a willow tree near the lake. She sat in the mud, not caring if her trousers got dirty, and began to cry.

When she started Hogwarts, she had been so popular and happy, but things had just gone downhill from there. Now she was friendless and desperately lonely.

She shivered as drips of rain began to slide off the willow and tumble onto her body. She could feel the wind pick up and the moisture soak through her jumper and onto her skin.

'Hello?' someone called through the roaring of the rain.

She looked up and saw a figure approaching her.

'Go away!' she shouted.

'Are you ok?' the person asked.

'I'm fine,' she said, but the person approached her anyway.

When he was about five feet away she could see that it was Ron, soaked through and in his quidditch robes.

'What the hell are you doing out here?' he asked her.

'Nothing, I just needed to get outside.'

'You're crazy, you need to get inside, it's freezing, and you'll catch your death of cold.'

'I'm fine, honestly,' she said, now shivering violently. He skin was white with cold and water was now streaming mercilessly down her face.

'I can see that you're not. Is this about Malfoy again?'

'No. Look, just go inside.'

'No way, I'm not leaving you here.' He shrugged off his cloak and wrapped it around her protesting shoulders, before sitting down in the mud next to her.

The wind whipped across the lake and sprayed more water on them.

'This is ridiculous,' Ron laughed, 'I feel like I've just had a bath!'

Pansy gave a soft chuckle.

'That's better,' Ron smiled. 'C'mon, you don't have to go back to your common room, but please come inside.'

'Why are you doing this Ron?'

'What?'

'Trying to help me all the time.'

'Because you need help, I can't just walk by.'

'I don't need your help,' she said and got up and started towards the castle.

'Why are you stubborn?' he called after her.

'She whipped her head around so her sodden hair stuck to her face. She pulled it off and shouted, 'I'm not tub stubborn.'

'Yes you are,' he said, catching up with her, 'why can't you just accept that you need a friend, someone to talk to.'

'You're not my friend.'

'I'm the closest you've got,' he said softly and she stopped in her tracks, ready to shout at him for being so rude. But before she managed to get a word out she realised he was right.

Sensing she was about to cry, and wanting to avert the situation, Ron pulled her into a hug. She sniffed into his shoulder and her body shook with sadness and cold.

Ron broke away and put his arm around her so he could lead her back into the relative warmth of the castle.

'We need to get you a hot bath,' he said, now freezing cold himself, so they went to the bathroom on the fourth floor.

Ron ran the giant bath while Pansy went into a cubicle to undress.

'Aren't you coming in?' she asked as she came out dressed in a fluffy white robe.

'Well, I didn't think you'd want –'

'Don't be silly, you need a bath too, you're all dirty from quidditch.'

'If you're sure,' he said, pushing Hermione's furious face from his mind.

'course, as long as you don't look while I get in,' she said

Ron chuckled and turned around to give her privacy. After a minute she was calling him to get in too. He turned around to see her submerged to her neck in the thick, foamy water.

He pulled off his robes in a cubicle and told her not to look as he came out. Once he was as submerged as her, she turned around.

'Thanks' Ron,' she said seriously.

'For what?' he asked.

'For everything. I was behaving like an idiot the other day at the pub and I'm really grateful for you helping me out. And for today. Who knows what I might have done if you hadn't arrived. You're right, I do need you. I'm just so stressed out and upset at the moment.'

Ron nodded. Then Pansy spent the next half an hour telling him exactly what Malfoy had done to her and why she was so upset.

He listened carefully and didn't speak until he had finished.

'Well I knew Malfoy was a tosser, but that was low. How can you still like him?'

Pansy sighed and shrugged.

'Well I think you should forget about him and move on.'

By now, a lot of the bubbles in the bath had disappeared and parts of their bodies were becoming visible. Ron could see the hazy outline of Pansy's breasts just under the surface of the water. Seeing that he was looking, Pansy swam forward towards Ron who backed up until he hit the wall. Unable to retreat further, he watched nervously as Pansy approached him. She pressed her body up against his and he instantly felt his erection grow

'Pansy….' He warned but she shushed him.

She leant her head forwards but just as he lips were about to meet his, he slipped away to the side and she fell forwards onto the side of the bath.

'What's wrong?' she asked, put out.

'What's wrong?' he said incredulously, 'I've got a girlfriend. Beside's I'm just a rebound thing for you.'

'No you're not.'

'Yes I am. Tell me that you're not still in love with Malfoy.'

Pansy didn't answer

'Exactly,' he said, getting out of the bath, 'I'm happy to be your friend but nothing more ok?' he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on without drying himself and left the room.

When he got back to Gryffindor tower Hermione berated him for being so late in.

'What have you been doing? Harry said quidditch practice was rained off over two hours ago! And why are you all wet'

'I went for a bath and lost track of time.'

'That's not good enough, you could have lost us house points if you'd been found by a teacher.'

'Yeah well I wasn't so back off,' he said and angrily pushed past her back to his dormitory, hoping that no one noticed he still had an erection..

That night, as he miserably masturbated alone, it wasn't his girlfriend he was thinking of fucking.