Author's Note: I own nothing but the plot and strange dialogue, JK owns the characters and various places ECT. Also this is where I'm going to put my various Ronsy/Ransy one shots, song fics and drabbles. This one is going to a songfic using 'Feb.15th' by Bright Eyes, I do not own those lyrics and if I was half the writer Conor Oberst is these would be better. xDD Also Review and favorite is love:3


Some decisions you don't make
I guess it's like breathing and not wanting to
There are some things that you can't fake
I guess that it is typical
To cling to memories you'll never get back again
And to sort through old photographs of a summer long ago
Or a friend that you used to know
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Feb 15th

Bright Eyes


The minutes turned into hours that led to days; soon it was several months since that night had happened. For Ron it felt like it was a dream that was washed away with the daylight, he had awoken the following morning in an empty bed. A note on the pillow next to him said: 'You need to leave before noon. That's when Draco comes home for lunch. -Pansy'. He didn't have time to think before he was putting on his clothes from the day before and apparated to his own house. Luckily for him Hermione wasn't there, he had showered and put on clean clothes. In all aspects he knew he would be in trouble still with the one he was with, but he had also felt the heaviness in his heart when the one he wanted didn't want him back.

The first fight that stemmed for that night was nuclear, but not enough to tear them apart. No they stayed together, the arguments from minor things faded and soon they were back to where they were when they had gotten together. That was until an owl came for them, the owl was a rather delicate looking bird, but the dark feathers had sheen of green hidden against the black. As it tapped on the window of their dwelling, Ron had noticed it was a black barn owl as Hermione walked to the window before allowing it in. The bird flew to the coffee table that held one book; Hermione's copy of the Beedle and the Bard, Hermione followed the owl with a treat she pulled from a bowl next to the window. "Lovely little thing isn't it?" she cooed as she fed the bird before pulling the parcel that was tied to its leg. The package was wrapped in a silver covering with emerald lettering on it, 'The event of the season calls for your attention,' it read. Hermione tilted her head in curiosity as she began to pull the lovely paper off the box beneath it. The box she revealed was made out of black oak, "I suppose you should open it," Ron said as he stared at the box while moving to her. She nodded before lifting the lid up, inside was an enchanted music box. The soft sound of a harp filled the room before a lovely voice poured out dancing with the music, "Mr. Weasley, Ms. Granger you are affectionately requested to join in drinks, celebration and dancing. The occasion is to rejoice the engagement of Ms. Pansy Parkinson to Mr. Draco Malfoy. No endowment is called for just your prestigious presence," after that lovely melody enchanted fireworks of green, black and silver erupted from the box. Hermione giggled, the sight brought a scowl to Ron's face before he diminished it at her eyes gazing upon him. A small heart floated from the tiny dancer's hands, on the heart the date was written in script, they only had two weeks to prepare for the party.

In the two weeks between when they had received their own invitation they had learned that nearly everyone in their year at Hogwarts had been invited, excluding the ones who had lost their lives during the battle. Ron had tried to convince Hermione that it was rubbish to think that they would welcome them warmly to the party and had only invited them because they wanted to show off. Nevertheless she had bought a dress and him a suit to wear to the party. Ron had given in to defeat when Harry said he and Ginny would be going since Luna and Neville would there. During the day of the party Ron spent most of it trying to push the thought of Pansy naked before him. His work brought him no relief only pausing his lucid daydreams of that night, soon it was time for him to go home and go to the god awful party.

His hand rested softly on the doorknob that led him into his home as he sighed heavily knowing how the night would most likely end for him. With a twist at the wrist he opened the door; he heard the bustling of Hermione getting ready in the bedroom as he walked to it. She was pulling the red dress up covering her slim figure nicely as he watched form the door. His shoulder pressed against the frame as he crossed his arms, "This is my last ditch effort," he said sending a shock of fright through her, she narrowed her eyes, "Why do you always do that?" she questioned as a result to her scare. Ron chuckled, "It's not my fault that you scare so easily. Now as I was stating, this is my last ditch effort to try to make you see reason Mione," he said with a bit of whine in her name, Hermione rolled her eyes as she zipped up her dress before pulling her hair into a tight bun. "Ronald, really? The first time we get to go out together in months and you want to ruin it by trying to weasel your way out of it?"She scolded as she pinned her bun in place without looking at him. Ron's head slightly dipped down as his eyes moved from her to the ground, "No I just want to make sure that you know this isn't something we are obligated to do," he said softly, Hermione dropped her hands from her hair and walked over to him. "Ron just to pretend to have a good time, I mean think of it as a reunion of friends and not as some sort of trick played out by Malfoy and Parkinson." She cooed as placed her hand on the side of his face; he looked at her dark eyes and smiled. "Ok then," he said before he moved to get ready as well.

After a quick shower Ron dressed in his suit, a simple black jacket with matching slacks and a starch white shirt, and Hermione stood in her light purple dress that ended half way on her thigh. They apparated to the Parkinson Mansion were the party was being held. They landed outside the tall metal gate with a curly P where the gate was towered over them. Hermione let go of his arm as she opened the gate before he followed her to the door, the lawn was filled with sculptures that moved and water fountain with mermaids holding a goblet from which the water poured. Hermione turned to face Ron one more time before knocking, "Enjoy yourself Ronald, please? For my sake." She pleaded as she fixed his collar, which was unnecessary; Ron nodded as she turned to knock on the wide white door. The heavy door creaked opened revealing a filled, rather large, room of people. The gentleman who opened the door asked if they needed anything and with a shake of their heads he smiled leaving them to their own accord. Ron looked at the decorations that covered the walls, large pictures of the couple covered them, some of them at Hogwarts, and most of them as kids and one that he was sure would be on the front page of the Daily Prophet. Ron grabbed a champagne glass off a serving tray that walked by him as Hermione looked around the room for their friends. Her hand grabbed his free one when his sea colored eyes had spotted what he thought was Pansy, before pulling him and saying, "Look there's Luna!" in a squeal of excitement. When she stopped pulling him along like a lost puppy he took a sip as he saw Luna in a dress that complimented her figure and personality. The girls began to chat about the wondrous invites and their various work challenges as his eyes began to scan the room again as Hermione began to compliment the blond on her dress choice.

He felt the warmth of a body next to him, "Couldn't stay away?" the body whispered in his ear the breath sent a wave of chills went down his spine. He raised the glass to his lips again, unsure if it was his longing to hear her voice or the real life version of her. She moved from behind him to his side, he glanced at her sideways, her heels brought her tiny figure about five inches taller, her eyes were looking out on to the room. "So it's true?" he said in a low voice to her, in the years before he had felt the sting of jealousy, but this was different, jealousy began to boil in his stomach as he starred at the pair in the picture. "Weasley I asked first," she stated as she ran her hands over the elaborate diamond necklace that twinkled brilliantly in the light. Ron finished his glass of champagne, "You were the one asking for my attendance." A smirk played on his lips as he felt a sense of self-confidence with that statement, "Besides I can see that you really find the whole idea of marrying Draco repulsive." He added in his state of a full ego. Pansy flipped her hair off of her naked left shoulder, "Yes it's true, I'm marrying Draco," she simply stated ignoring his following statement about her fiancé. "But of course you already knew that didn't you?" she asked as moved to face him. His smirk turned into a smile, "Yes I think I'm still blind in my left eye from the shine of that rock." At this Pansy giggled, Ron turned his back on Hermione who was talking to Neville as they laughed, Pansy was wearing a deep green dress that ended mid thigh, it was gathered to one side on her waistline giving her hourglass figure a more pronounced appearance and left her shoulders exposed.

Ron opened his mouth to say something about her appearance when the body of Draco Malfoy walked up behind her. His arm snaked around her waist in a gingerly way that one might be convinced of their love if they didn't look at the couple's eyes. Her green eyes harden from the twinkling ones that had been there moments ago. Her shoulders tensed a bit as she forced a smile on her lips as he brought her close to his body. Ron placed his empty glass on a tray that stopped near them before taking another as he was forced to face his nemesis, not only from the past, but in this present situation Ron has gotten himself involved in. "Weasley," Draco's voice broke the strange interaction that was going on in Ron's head. "Glad to see you came. In all honesty I told Pans here that you wouldn't show our face here. You know with our past interactions, but now look at you." Draco added trying to make his voice sound as pleasant by Ron's presence. Ron let out a forced chuckle, "We were kids then," he said before he took a large drink from his new glass. Pansy cleared her throat, "See told you dear, all water under the bridge". She said as she turned and smiled up at Draco, who was still taller than her five eight frame by four inches, Draco nodded, "Come love, Blaise is here with his latest girlfriend you must come see her". He said as he began to pull her away with him, she stood her ground and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Darling, I was conversing with Mr. Weasley. I don't want to be rude and walk away". She said as she widened her eyes giving her a look of innocence, he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her cheek and clearly whispering something to her ear before walking back the way he came.

She turned to face Ron once again letting out an air between her lips as she relaxed her body once more. Pansy walked to Ron and grabbed the glass he had recently acquired before bringing it to her lips. The action in Ron's mind seemed rather intimate for the duo, sharing drinks was something one did with their significant other rather than a person they are supposed to only use or hate. She gulped down the rest of the glass before her olive eyes looked at him, "Let's go talk somewhere less crowded." Her voice was soft, sultry yet stern. She placed the empty glass on a tray that walked by before taking a hold of Ron's hand and pulling him away from his friends. Since she had grown up in the house she knew the fastest ways to get somewhere more private for them. The crowd thinned out as she tugged him along, and soon they were outside, on the patio. She dropped his hand as she inhaled the night's air and fragrance coming off of the flowers that filtered throughout the green landscape before them. The night's air was cool, but not cold and gave a pleasant breeze every so often. Ron downed the rest of his glass and sat the empty thing on a table that was made of marble. Pansy ran her hand through her hair as she gazed out to her childhood sanctuary, "I used to come out here to hide," she confessed. Ron starred at her; even though it was just her back he could tell she was reminiscing by her tone was dreamy and had certain softness about it. She turned sharply, her green eyes focused on his, "You know Weasley," she said as she slowly approached him. "I would have never guessed a Gryffindor like you would have been able to please a pureblood Slytherin unless it was I who had experienced it." She stopped her movement just a foot away from him, her words caused his ears to perk up and tint with the light red she loved to cause him.

In a rash, instinctive move he closed the gap that separated their bodies, his hands went to the sides of her face and his lips went to hers. Ron felt the heat coming off her pale body as he moved his hands to her hair. Pansy pulled his body close to hers as much as she could without falling over, she opened her mouth allowing him to enter, and their tongues danced in each other's mouth. He lightly pulled her hair causing a light moan to escape her lips and bit down on her bottom lip making her breath catch in her throat. Ron let go of her lip and proceed to leave a light trail of kisses from her mouth to her soft spot on the crook of her neck. Pansy relaxed her head back as she lost herself in the intense pleasure he brought her. Her eyes closed to focus on the way he was alternating from lightly biting the spot to kissing it and tickling her with his tongue. The sensations that shot through her traveled swiftly from her neck to her spine and made their way to her now moistened mound. Ron's hand moved from her hair while the other was still tangled in the raven mess, to her leg and brought it up. His now throbbing member wanted to desperately be inside her again, but he knew this wasn't the time nor the place to be doing that.

A saddened gasp followed by the loud crash of glass onto the floor caused him to stop, Pansy's head snapped back up as she pulled away from Ron, and there in the doorway stood the slender form of Ginny Weasley. The glass scattered on the floor before her, her mouth opened and her eyes darting from Ron to Pansy and back again. Pansy began to fix her dress that had become a little askew in the make out session, while Ron gawked at his sister whose shock turned to dismay. "I-I," was all Ron could manage to say before Ginny's confusion turned to anger. She swiftly turned and started to the direction of Hermione, Harry, and Luna. Ron glanced at Pansy unsure of what to do, "Go stop her!" she said as she ran her hand through her hair in hopes of looking like she did before. He nodded before he began his sprint after his sister, "Gin!" he called when he saw her walking in a fast pace towards the one person he didn't want knowing about this. "Ginny! It's not what you think!" he called as the crowd grew bigger around them. She stopped and turned to face him as they were only a couple of feet from their group of friends. "Not what I think?" she said coolly with a hint of venom.

The crowd around the siblings became quiet, "Tell me, then Ronald Weasley, what is it I think then?" she tempted as she crossed her arms over her chest with her brown eyes narrowed at him. Ron cleared his throat; he didn't have a comeback for that and to say anything right now would surely cause her to hex him. "Gin, it's not like that," he said softly as he approached her she backed away. "Ronald Bilius Wealsey, don't do that, don't treat me like some sort of child! I know what I saw and what I saw was you on the patio groping and kissing Pansy Parkinson!" she yelled the last part so the whole room of people would know. Ron became flushed with embarrassment; Pansy had in just in time to hear her own name before all eyes and opened mouths turned to her. Their secret was no more; Pansy looked at Draco, who was glaring at her, before she dropped her eyesight to the floor.