Okay, so this story is rated T right now, but as it is heavily suggestive, please tell me if you think I should put the rating up to M. And, pretty please, review, let me know if I am doing okay?

So, now that I am done begging, on with the story.

Hermione

"What do you want, Ron?" He was slightly nervous, I could see that much, but I could not care less for it right now. I did not want to talk to him.

"Hey, 'Mione", he said, self-consciously fiddling with his hands.

"If you are going to hex me again to ask me embarrassing questions and then leave me tied up for God knows how long I'm never gonna talk to you again", I replied curtly.

"So I get it you're still pissed at me then?", he asked, though it was not really a question. It was innocent enough, but still, something inside me triggered.

"If I am still pissed at you?" I was screaming, but right now I did not care all that much. "I am fucking furious at you, Ron! You mistrusted me, insulted my girlfriend, attacked me and forced me to drink veritaserum! Have you come here to beg me for forgiveness? Well, you can shove it!" I was breathing heavily. I did not really want to push him away, he was still one of my two best friends after all, but I definitely had to let that out. He was staring at me with wide eyes, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Sighing, I turned my back on him and added over my shoulder: "If you want to make amends, then you need to accept that I have got a wonderful girlfriend now and will only every see you as a friend. Go apologize to her first. If she accepts your apology, we can go on from there."

With that, I went on my way, leaving him standing in the hallway with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

Pansy

"What do you want, Weasley?" I had to say I was surprised by the fact that he had the guts to even come near me now, but then again, he was in Gryffindor after all. One of a bunch of reckless idiots. Then again, I dated one of those reckless idiots, so I was not in a position to judge.

He looked incredibly uncomfortable, so I decided to one up my game.

"You know", I shot him a sly smile, "I don't like it when somebody other than myself ties up my girlfriend."

His mouth opened like a fish, then closed again as he tried to stutter out a response. When nothing came out, he gave me another haunted look before hasting down the hallway away from me.

I grinned at my success. Maybe he would come back, so I could fluster him some more.

Hermione

"Do I really have to get her approval?"

I sighed, before asking him: "What did Pansy do?" I simply knew that she had to have done something to have him crawling back like that. He usually was way too stubborn and determined to admit defeat so easily.

He blushed, but instead of giving an answer he asked me: "Did she really tie you up?"

I could feel my cheeks getting hot. "That is absolutely none of your business, Ron", I said defensively.

He gave me a look that was somewhere between unbelieving, sad and aroused. I squirmed around uneasily. Believe me, that is not a look anyone wants to see in their friend's eyes.

"She totally did", he concluded with an odd tone in his voice. I must have been pretty obvious if even Ron could see past my denial.

"Okay, yes, she did", I amended, and quickly continued on, hoping to get him to lose that creepy look. "Now what did she do?"

"She… she said that she did not like anybody else tying up her girlfriend."

"So…" I did not really see the big deal.

"So?", he cried incredulously. "She was totally teasing me!"

I sighed. "Ron, I get that this is hard on you. I can tell her to go easy on you, but honestly, if you had fully accepted us as a couple yet you would not react like this. It should not be this surprising to you that we have sex if you weren't denying it to yourself." I put up a hand, cutting off his protest. "Go talk to her again tomorrow, I'll talk to her tonight."

H/P

"Pansy?", I asked, unsure whether she was still awake.

"Hmm", she unintelligibly murmured against my chest, before snuggling deeper into me. It was moments like this where she lighted up with such an innate innocence and complete trust that it made my heart melt. And it was moments like this where I could glimpse past the abrasive façade she put up for the world and saw a woman who loved and trusted me completely, where I realized why I loved her so much. I could easily admit that I liked her wit, her biting tongue. Those were features that made her attractive, but she displayed them openly to everyone she met. They were the things that made me want her, but they did not make me love her. It was this other side of her, the one that I knew she had only ever shown around me, that made me love Pansy Parkinson despite everything that infuriated me about her sometimes.

It was also this side that made me sure that she was not going to deny me what I was going to ask of her now.

"Try to be a bit nicer to Ron, will you? Please, just try to listen to him and try to accept his apology. He is still my friend, you know."

She was looking at me now, propped up on her elbows, looking down on me with a possessive glint in her eyes. Rationally I knew that we would fight over this a lot in the future, her being possessive, as I am far too independent to let somebody else tell me whom to be around, even if it comes from my girlfriend. But right then it was nice, it was reassuring to know that she cared for me enough for that.

"You are aware that your 'friend' still wants to get into your pants?", she asked me, brows drawn upwards.

I simply nodded. "Look, Pansy, I know that, but he will get over it eventually. And even if he doesn't", I smiled up at her affectionately before kissing her nose softly, "he will never hold a candle to you." I looked at her gently, before asking: "So, will you try?"

She seemed as though she debated with herself for a moment before she nodded and gave me a light kiss. "For you I'll try. Now sleep." And with that, she snuggled back into me.

Pansy

There he was again. I was tempted to lash out at him with my tongue, but then I reminded myself to play nice, just like 'Mione had requested from me yesterday. And how could I really say no to that girl when she was being so infuriatingly cute and looking at me with that oddly wonderful glint in her eyes? So instead of shooing him away I simply asked:

"Well, what do you want, Weasley?"

He was having just as much trouble as I had with not being mean, I could see that much. It was only fair, because honestly, why should I be the only one to suffer?

"I… well…", he cleared his throat and tried again. "I wanted to say sorry. You know, for being such an arse when you and Hermione came out."

"Are you saying this because you're really sorry or because she won't forgive you otherwise?", I asked, for once not biting, but merely calling him out on his bluff.

He looked at his feet that suddenly seemed very interesting.

I simply laughed. "Thought so. I accept anyways." He looked at me, taken aback by my reaction. I fixed him with the evilest glare I could manage, which, given who I was, was pretty good. "But if I see you staring at my girlfriend's breasts ever again – I know how great they are, mind you – I will see to your untimely and ugly demise and carry it through in the most cruel way possible."

He nodded at me, then stayed silent for a while, fidgeting, before asking: "What is it like with Hermione?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "What is what like?" He could not possibly be talking about what I thought he was talking about.

"You know…" He quickly made a rather explicit gesture with his hands.

A smirk spread across my face. In the back of my mind, a tiny voice seemed to tell me again and again to be nice. I had given 'Mione a promise, after all. Then again, he had asked.

"It's marvelous. Her body is just so hot, as are the sounds she makes while I" I winked at him, "take her. And what that girl can do with her tongue!"

He was about as red as his hair by now. "Too much information!", he squeaked in an odd voice.

I grinned at him. "You asked." I walked away, while he remained rooted to the spot. My conscience, which seemed to have a voice that sounded a whole damn lot like my girlfriend, made me hesitate on the doorstep. I turned around again. I could not believe I was about to help him, but I was. I really deserved an award for this. "Oh, by the way, that cute Indian girl, Parotti or something-"

"Parvati", he corrected reflexively.

"Whatever. She's got a thing for you. Instead of pining after a girl who so obviously isn't going to give you your time of the day, maybe you should try with her first."

I had just helped the weasel boy feel less miserable, and I had done so willingly. The things I would do for her, honestly!