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040. Ragged

Silence settled around Pansy as she waited in Ron's room for him to get out of the shower before they went to sleep. This was the first time, she had been completely and utterly alone since that night she went up to the astronomy tower to think and her life changed forever.

Sadly there were times, like at this very moment, that in a twisted way she was glad it had happened. In a twisted way she was in a better place. A better place than what she would have known if she hadn't been attacked. She knew who her friends really were. More importantly, she knew exactly what her parents thought of her and how they saw her in their little world.

And then there was Ron.

Pansy had never really seen him before the accident and now wished that she had seen him earlier. In fact, she couldn't help but wonder how the last few years of her life would have been different if she had only seen him after Draco broke her heart instead of not seeing him until he refused to give up on her after the monster broke her body and almost her soul.

She paused to take a good look at the pictures on his dresser. The ones full of happy, smiling faces. Her fingers grazed over the ragged edges of his furniture. So different than her bedroom suite at her parent's hous which like everything else in the Parkinson Manor was perfect and immaculate.

Carefully she opened the worn doors to his wardobe and looked inside: her clothes tucked in there with his – she liked the way they looked there. Smiling softly, her fingers grazed each wool jumper of his that was folded there and every Canons jersey that hung in there. Her fingers came to rest on the softest one. She pulled it out and from her touch alone, she could tell not only was it probably his favorite, it was old from the ragged edges along the edges of the shirt and the sleeves. Bringing it up her face, she took in a deep breath; taking in the smell of sandalwood and cedar that was Ron. The comforting smell that she loved.

With a small laugh and a bigger smile, she placed the jersey on his other shirts and pulled up her own night shirt before slipping off her pajama pants.. Folding both of them up, she tucked them away in the wardobe before slipping on the jersey that fell almost to her knees. Rolling up the sleeves, she made her way to the bed and crawled in under the ragged quilt made from various orange squares. She buried her face into the pillow, taking in his scent again.

Smiling softly at the thought of how she loved him. She didn't have long to think about it or worry about the implications as she quickly fell asleep dreaming of him and children with red hair..

Ron's breath escaped him the moment he opened up the door to his bedroom.

There laying in his bed was the most beautiful thing in the world: Pansy wrapped up in his bed, with his quilt, in his jersey. His favorite jersey no less. Her long black hair a sharp contrast to all the orange. But what really made it so beautiful to him was the soft smile on her face as she slept peacefully by herself.

He just hoped her dreams involved him.