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Prompt 30 - Enigma
On Monday, Pansy wore her hair up.
By Thursday, she wore a skirt instead of pants. It wasn't her normal length skirt. Instead it was the prescribed length by the Hogwarts dress code; just above the knee. She also wore hose instead of her trademark knee-highs.
Everyone noticed the change in her but didn't say a thing as they weren't quite sure what brought about the change.
There hadn't appeared to be any change to the wondering eye between Ron and Pansy. Still stuck to each other's side as they had been since she was first attacked. She still clung to the sleeve of his cloak as they passed the other students. They still sat by each other at lunch but no closer than any other friends of opposite sex. Nothing to suggest that their relationship had changed.
Harry asked Ron but he said nothing.
Draco asked Pansy but she said nothing.
Professor McGonagall asked Ron but he said nothing.
Professor Slughorn asked Pansy but she said nothing.
Though everything had changed. And they knew it. They knew it should scare them. And that they should take it slow.
But....
When no one was around, her hand slipped from his sleeve to his hand. Not holding it but allowing her fingers to graze his casually. There were shared kisses: gentle, tender, loving – out of the way of prying eyes. There were shared kisses: more heated and passionate, in his bed – after all others had gone to sleep.
Pansy was happy, so Ron was. Ron was happy, so Pansy was.
They were happy, so it was no one else's business.