Ron slept like a tired Hippogriff and dreamt black. But woke up earlier than usual, very tense about the previous episodes. Anything made sense to him. How could he ended up doing that with someone like Pansy Parkinson he couldn't reckon. But about one thing he was sure: things would not continue. Dilemma solved, he went back to a few more minutes of sleep.

- Ron, mate! Get up or we'll loose the breakfast. – Harry threw him a pillow in the head and that was enough.

He got ready fast and they went down for Hermione, who was waiting reviewing some of her notes. Glancing at them she quickly stuffed her things in her rucksac greeting them. Sitting in the Gryffindor table Ron started piling up his food, not very hungry but still…

- So, do the two of you have plans for this evening? – asked Hermione being conversational.

- I'm going for a lonely Quidditch practice – answered Harry. – What about you Ron?

- I reckon I'll end up with Pansy today – Ron answered thoughtful.

- You mean finish the essay? – asked Harry suspicious.

- Yes, this essay is killing me, for Merlin's pants.

- Ok, so I guess we can do something tomorrow. – she continued. - I was thinking we could go to Honeydukes, I'm looking forward a Sugar Quill…

But Ron wasn't listening anymore and so on for the rest of the day. Anxious for the library encounter. And after a blurred day it was finally time. After finishing his tart he excused himself off the table.

- I'm going to the library. See you guys later.

Walking nervously Ron remembered they hadn't made and agreement of meeting up in the library and almost made his way back but something told him she would be wanting to talk with him and kept cool. Arriving there he started to glance around looking for her but didn't find at first, so he walked to the table hidden by the shelves, they used to stay and decided to do something about their yet-to-start essay doing his part. He wasn't really in the mood but he had to do that at least, while he waited for her royal presence to appear. During forty minutes he waited and was getting more and more pissed of at her for doing this. He had fucking feelings even though they weren't in the best terms.

Tired of all the stress he started to packing his stuff and set his foot out of the horrid place. He was at least satisfied with his lousy work and wondering if could get an Acceptable. Feeling some presence near he looked around the corridor he just entered and then he saw a figure, sitting on the floor by the end of it. Approaching it he saw blond stripes of hair because of the light above its head and then he realized it was Pansy Parkinson.

- Oi! What are you doing here? – he asked scarring her, who was hiding her face in her knees.

- What the fuck Weasley, don't do that for Merlin's pants!

- Well, for starters you're the one sitting all alone in the dead end of the corridor, so I'm the one that should be scarred.

- I'm just relaxing here.

- Isn't it and odd way?

- Still, none of your business. – she finished rudely.

- Hell it isn't. I waited for you at the library to finish our essay, that by the way I almost finished all by myself. If you were so near the library wouldn't be so difficult to come and help me.

- How was I suppose you were actually there?

- Please. You didn't even consider discussing what happened yesterday – he half whispered this time.

- Well, we didn't arrange in meeting today so I had no obligation in coming. I didn't feel like doing the essay and I didn't think we have anything to discuss.

- If you think so, great! I'm going to my house and leave the rest of the essay for you, maybe when you "feel" like doing you can finish. I don't care about the grade anymore. This has tired me over so much I can't take it any longer. This is goodbye to you Parkinson. – and with that strode to the only way he had to the Gryffindor Tower.

- Wait…

He wasn't sure if it was really her or his imagination so he waited for it once more.

- Wait. Let's talk about what you wanna talk. – she indicated the place next to her.

Reluctantly I sat, after getting as comfortable as possible sitting by the wall.

- So… I'm here.

- It wasn't like that what I meant. – he said insecure.

- What do you want then?

- I was hoping you to say how things are going to be from now on.

- Nothing is going to change Weasley, what's your concerne?

- How can you say its not going to change. What happened yesterday wasn't nothing.

- Well Weasley, there's nothing for us to do. What did you think it was going to happen? Get together in some weird way? That's not likely.

Ron didn't know how to explain his feelings because he was taken aback by her cold manners but tried it in his best way.

- I just... When I think about what we did, it's not right ya'know? It felt good for me and I don't know about you because you seem to do this much more often than I do, but at the same time it felt like nonsense. What I mean is: what the fuck did we do? – he laughed bitterly.

- We can do it again if you like. – she offered naively.

- I don't reckon we should and that's what I'm trying to say Pansy – he said looking deeply in her eyes. – Maybe this should be our secret, I dunno…

- Wasn't it good?

- Nooo, it's not like that. If you want me to say how it felt, I can say it was good, it was brilliant, warm and a bit odd, in a good way after a while. But this is not us. This is just our instincts because we are not even in love for each other and it's not right for us to this if we aren't. – he meant to finish. – I'm sorry if I hurt you somehow but just so you know I meant you no harm and I tell you to look out for yourself from now on. Malfoy is not worth it.

Ron kissed the top of her head and got up, standing his hand for her to take it as she accepted. She couldn't stand his blue eyes so let his hand go, turned her back to him and went to her dorm, leaving him and with that making herself a promise to never let anyone get under her skin. While he, well, from that point of the story he grew up a little, but just a little bit in the ways with the ladies.