A Ron/Pansy graphic and drabble for the person who asked (:
The girl in question looked up to see a tall red-head determinedly make his way toward her on the crowded platform in Hogsmeade. She scowled at his stubbornness. She knew he had seen her with Draco on the train earlier but couldn’t he wait until they made their prefect rounds to confront her? Ron Weasley stopped mere inches in front of the petite witch, forcing her to crane her neck in order to continue staring him down. Or up, really.
“Where’s your boyfriend.” He said darkly. Pansy narrowed her eyes dangerously.
“Stop it Ron, this is not the time or place.” She hissed, glancing around to make sure none of the other students were paying attention to their interaction. Many had formed groups and were chatting away with their friends, catching up on the events of their summer vacation. Satisfied that no one had seen them, she turned to leave but Ron caught hold of her wrist and yanked her back to face him. Her self-preservation Slytherin instincts kicked in and her free hand immediately went to her wand. She pressed it painfully, threateningly under his jaw. His eyes widened, but they never broke contact with hers.
“I’m warning you Weasley, you don’t want to have this conversation here.”
“I— I just wanted to say I missed you, Pans. I wrote you during the break and you never owled me back…”
“Ron…” she choked. Honesty and hurt flooded his bright blue eyes and it pained her. Her own eyes softened and began to water. “I couldn’t,” she whispered, dropping her wand.
But Ron was paying her no heed, his eyes were glued to something beyond her head and his face slowly began to match the furious hue of his hair. ‘Oh no.’ Pansy’s heart began to thud painfully in her chest and she nearly squeaked when she felt his commanding presence behind her. Pansy tugged her arm back but Ron made no move to relinquish her wrist.
“Take your filthy blood-traitor hands off my fiancée.” Said a cold, sneering voice. Draco Malfoy had joined the exchange.