Author's Note:

I own nothing but the plot and strange dialogue, JK owns the characters and various places ect. Also this is were 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 love3!

I know that it's late
But thank you for talking because I needed to
Some things just can't wait

Feb. 15th

Bright Eyes

The humid night sweltered as Ron sat in his lone flat, the letter sat on the table before him, and he couldn't bring himself to open it. He lightly drummed his fingers on the table as he picked up the letter with his right hand. The owl that had delivered it left several uncounted hours ago, an owl he had seen once before, but the letter itself was something new. The black envelope teased him to open it, the sliver lettering spelt out his name so finely, yet his brain told him to throw it out. He tossed the letter back-down and walked away from the table as he ran his hand through his scarlet hair. He began to argue with himself once more as he paced in the living are of the flat. With the pacing and the uncommon humid night caused his temper to rise, "Who does she think she is? Owling me, probably another letter letting me know she has moved on." He said when he walked hastily back to the table, although his procrastination was amusing to anyone who saw it was also just that. He was putting off opening a paper envelope, simply a black letter that held information, which he knew deep down, he wanted to read. Ron leaned over the letter once more his palms flat on the table as he chewed on his bottom lip.

The clock that hung seemingly on the wall signaled it was midnight by the chimes that rang out, Ron jerked his head up and looked at the object. A low growl of frustration left his lips, he knew his brother George would be over soon after he closed the shop to check on him, and of course would ask about the letter. With a smooth motion he swiped up the letter, his thumb ripped opened the top with rigorous pulls. The jagged edges revealed a white inside with a piece of pale green parchment folded to fit inside the black holder. Ron inhaled deeply before he snatched the parchment out of its black covering letting it fall to the floor as his eyes darted from left to right absorbing the information.


George wiped the line of sweat that formed on his brow as he walked up to Ron's flat with dinner in his arms. His hand quickly went back to bundle he was trying his hardest not to drop before he stopped at the door. He kicked the door lightly not wanting Ron's neighbors thinking he was breaking in, the shuffling behind the door let him know that Ron was there and awake. "Oi! Hurry up you numskull before we have to eat this off the floor!" he said with a teasing smile. The door opened slightly before he heard Ron's loud footsteps tramping back away from the door. George let out an exasperated sigh before he kicked the door fully open. "What are you doing?" he asked as he placed the food on the table while Ron walked back out of his room. George began to unpack the food containers and place them on the counter, Ron walked up to him while slipping on his jacket. His youngest brother zipped up his jacket, "Listen I have to go, so I guess you can eat here, but I have to leave." George titled his head to the side, it was rare that he was at lost for words, but to have his younger brother telling him he needs to be somewhere, and that place be unknown to him was cause for him to gape at Ron.

Before he could ask anything about Ron's destination, Little Ronnie was gone. George picked up his fork and stabbed the green vegetable that was still warm. He hadn't moved from his spot by the counter, yet his eyes searched his surroundings for something to tell him where his brother ran off to. He was about to give up his endeavor when his eye caught the black square on the floor, the shredded opening and the careless way it was left.


She leaned on the old wooden bridge as the covering of trees and bright flowers hide her, even in the darkest of the night she still was able to see the faint glow of the colors. The scent of the flowers wafted through the black night as she waited for daybreak, by then she would have her answer even if it was no answer. The dried stream bed below the old bridge was filled deathly white stones, polished of years ago of the gentle rushing water and with the stunning surrounds her mind would wonder back to the darkest depths of her mind. She shook her head to get away from the disaster her life had been only sixty days ago. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as wished for the gentle rushing of water below her feet to cool her. If she was to focus on something let it be the fact that she was burning up rather than the trap door in her mind where she held her harsh memories.

Her slender hand ran through her raven hair when she heard the boisterous crack, signaling to her that this was it, moment of truth. She stood up straight as she heard the ungraceful footsteps of Ronald Weasley making their way to her. The thud his feet made when they hit the wooden bridge sent a chill down her spine; she nervously wiped away the sweat forming just above her eyebrows. "Weasley?" she asked wanting to make sure this wasn't some sick trick being played on her. The figure that crept to her let out a huff, "Parkinson?" he said in a mocking high-pitched tone that was supposed to be her voice. A bright light showed at the end of his wand illuminating his face perfectly, "How the bloody hell are you able to see?" he asked as he stopped before her. Pansy raised an eyebrow, "Put that light out, unless you want the muggle cops to come." She said shielding her eyes a bit with her hand before turning to lean back on the bridge. Ron did as she told because even though he found it hard to see, she was right. The Richmond Park in London was a royal park, and where they were was only accessible during the day. She felt him lean on the bridge next to her, "So you wanted to talk?" he asked in a low voice. Pansy felt little next to him, like she was a twelve-year old who was asking a boy to a dance, she cleared her throat, "How are you?" her voice was weaker then she wanted it to be.

Ron shifted in his spot, "You know how I am. I sent owls before you sent yours." His reply was colder than he intended it to be. "Yeah you did," she said in almost a whisper, "But at that time I wasn't ready to talk." She added her voice feeling a bit stronger "And now?" he questioned. Pansy let the silence fall around them again before she wanted to answer, "Now I am as simple as that Weasley." Ron let out a mocking chuckle, "So tell me Parkinson why now?" he asked in a normal tone. Sure light would bring the cops, but it was too late for a patrol to walk through the garden. The dark acted like shield for her to hide behind, she knew this as she thought of an answer that would satisfy his question without making her sound desperate or crazy, "Well honestly?" she asked him unsure if he truly wanted to know the reason. Ron let out a low sigh, "Yes honestly." His tone was filled with annoyance and worry as he moved in his spot, trying to prepare himself for the worst case. He heard her inhale deeply, "I had a talk with," she paused as she fought with herself about telling him, "with someone, and that enlightened me to some understanding about myself."

Ron was more confused now then when he was in his flat debating on opening the bloody letter. "Okay, so what are those understanding Parkinson?" Pansy sighed loudly, "Boy isn't the little Weasel full of questions tonight." Even through the dark that was engulfing them she knew he was glaring at her, "I'm joking, kind of." Ron rolled his eyes even though the effect was lost into nothingness. "Well the conversation I had with this 'friend' was in all truth about you dear. Now don't get all big headed on me, but they had accused me of using some sort of love charm or potion on you." Ron couldn't help, but let out a short laugh, Pansy abruptly hit his arm and he stopped. "They only thought that because of the way you looked at me," her voice had a hint of a giggle, "but that not the important part. I was kind of knocking down ever logical reason this person could come up with when they asked one thing that caught me off guard." Pansy stopped remembering the moment exactly, "They asked me why, to them it seemed like I would never be one to break out of this little box I had placed myself in. That is when I realized why I had done what I did that night in the bar." Pansy moved closer to Ron making their arms touch as they both leaned on the railing, "To me it was something inevitable, sure it was rash and in the moment, but looking back, it was bound to happen." Her voice was soft as her words glided up to Ron's ears; he was thankful for the night because her tone caused his heart to race and surely caused his face to go pink. "I have had a crush on you since I saw you in Diagon Alley, a year before we started at Hogwarts. You were with your brothers looking through the window at some brooms; I didn't know who you were so I asked my father. He said, 'Oh, those boys are Weasleys my darling daughter. Don't ever trust them, too many kids, no money and ruining the purebloods who hold their surnames with honor by prancing around with mudbloods,' I hadn't so afraid of my father's disapproval at that point I would have said 'hi' or something. All in all, what I am trying to say is I'm sorry for everything I've done, said, ruined, and broken, I want to start fresh."

Her tale of that day made him feel angry at his younger self, he remembered seeing her too, but when he asked Fred about who she was he told her 'Parkinson's daughter, snotty little thing with a pug face. As cold and cruel as her father or at least that's what I hear. Why does little wonnie have a crush?' Ron had protested and that day forward had pushed aside his crush on her with anger or coldness. "What if I don't want to start fresh?" he asked feeling her arm against his. That small touch sent chills up his spine and flashes of her body played in his mind. "Everything we have been through was for a reason, to bring us together whether we thought we wanted it or not. And, you just want to let it go? No, that is not you Parkinson and you know it." Pansy agreed with a small smile, "Your right Weasel. If there was no drama in this, then what was it for?" Ron chuckled as he moved his arm around her shoulders, "Just so you know Pansy, guilt isn't a good look for you." Pansy let out a gasp, "Take that back Weasely! I always look good." She said before his lips crashed on hers once more.