julie's notes: this isn't pretty. it's crucial. and for all the nonsense about pansy being pug nosed et al, i feel like she has been wronged.

on an unrelated note, i also feel exceptionally delighted! This is for musicangl07. it's not much, but just count the feeling won't you!

DISCLAIMER: if you sue me, i'll sue you.

CHAPTER X

In Which Ron Reflects

After the fiasco at breakfast, Ron Weasley stalked away sulkily.

Now not only was his kid sister being linked to MALFOY, but she was shooting death glares at him.

No one wants to be at the receiving end of Ginny's death glares.

Now as he stalked away, he realised what a fine mess life had become.

In sixth year, time went by nice and slow. Nothing great had happened. Hermione helped out with Harry and Ron's studies. There were a few 20 odd detentions they had. About 14 odd were with Snape.

The Gryffindor won the Quidditch Cup yet again though Ron had a feeling that Malfoy could have reached the snitch before Harry.

Things last year were actually pretty much uneventful. Till of course, he thought smirking unknowingly but very much like the wizard of his sister's dreams, I snogged Pansy.

It happened that fateful day when Ron realised that things though quiet, seemed terribly bleak.

Perhaps it was because he was in the dungeons doing detention number fourteen.

Ron was muttering obscenities about Snape under his breath when he bumped into her in the hallway.

And then he swore just because of the ethereal sight.

He didn't realize that Parkinson's hair were that soft to touch. Or how the shadows played around her soft, mysterious eyes. Or how reddish pink those lips were….

No, no, NO Ron's mind commanded.

Mercifully, she had already (and only) smiled shyly and started walking past him.

Ron had instinctively reached out for her and being true to his known tactlessness, asked her if she was okay. He wondered why she hadn't insulted him.

'Can't you just be happy?' she had snapped, only before muttering how he had no business looking so cute.

Then her beautiful eyes had widened in horror and she raced away.

Ron had stood there moments after, wondering why he felt insanely elated.

He found out soon enough.

Ron Weasley was smitten by Pansy Parkinson.

He had met up with her in the library the next week and talked once or twice.

But besides being civil, he hadn't said or done much.

Ron had been dating Lavender Brown at the time, and felt obligated to be faithful.

Lavender was having no such qualms, but Ron was a man of honour.

Daft, but honourable nonetheless.

Pansy was surprisingly good company and she had never really teased Ron that whole year.

Come to think of it, neither had Malfoy or the other Slytherins that hung around him.

But still Ron had rationalized, she can't possibly like me.

But dammit, her waiflike beauty, that shiny, sleek hair…. And that soft, soft mouth….

'RON' shouted the cause of his reverie.

Pansy stood there before him, biting her pinkish lip.

Ron grinned gleefully. 'I was thinking of you' he whispered, stepping closer to her.

They were then jolted left and right by an oncoming rush of fourth years hurrying off to Potions, but neither Pansy nor Ron made any move from the middle of the corridor.

'Really now?' she smirked, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

'Yeah' he whispered, very close to her now.

She smiled up at him. And right then, he knew why he had broken up with Lavender.

Why he cared as much for the world as for the person who fancied his kid sister.

Ron Weasley was smitten by Pansy Parkinson.

And he only cared for the young witch who was waiting to be kissed.

Ron being the honourable Weasley he was, dutifully complied.

somemore notes: ahem. this is very embarrassing. i may have very consistently misspelt "Gryffindor" by spelling it as "Griffindor." :sheepish: come on! the Slytherins don't have a problem!