Letters to Lovers

The next morning, Ron and Pansy rushed through breakfast and met up in the hall before classes. They stayed together until it was time to head off for potions. With her arm around his waist and his around her shoulder, they walked to the classroom.



The reaction was scattered. Ron got shocked looks from several of his housemates, but some were encouraged. Dean Thomas grinned at him and nodded his head, silently commenting on Ron’s choice of woman. They were fine with it and supported their house mate but didn’t bother to hide surprise.



The Slytherins however made their disapproval obvious. Draco Malfoy openly glared at Ron. His face left nothing to be mistaken. The rest of Slytherin house seemed to do the same with the exception of a few. There were whose that didn’t care about who dated who as long as it didn’t affect them, and didn’t pay any attention to Ron and Pansy. Gregory Goyle walked over and addressed Pansy.



“You can fry an egg of Draco’s forehead.” He laughed.



“I know. He’s going to give you hell for talking to me.”



“He’ll give me worse hell then you thought.” Her look went from confused to utter shock when he offered Ron a hand.



“Weasley.” He said. Ron took it without hesitation.



“Goyle.” He said just as politely.



“This is only the calm of the storm.” Goyle told him.



“I figured it would be.” He replied back. “Your risking a lot over here.”



“Not really. My parents don’t care about anything, so I can do what I want. Even if Draco approved of anything, he’d have to act a certain way.



“That’s true,” Pansy added, “his father would never tolerate him associating with some people.”



“Like muggle supporters.” He asked.



“To him that’s worse then muggleborns. They don’t have a choice being what they are, you on the other hand should know better then to associate with that.” He said in the perfect impression of Lucius Malfoy. “You’ve turned your back on your bloodline.”



They shared a laugh as Professor Snape unlocked the door. Ron and Pansy took a seat together, pulling out their books and supplies.



Snape made no outward recognition of them sitting together, he simply carried on with class. The potion was already on the board. “Get into pairs and begin, this is review of what we’ve already done so be precise. There should be no mistakes,” he sat down at his desk, “although there undoubtedly will be.”



Ron and Pansy began together quickly ignoring the stares around them. They made a good pair. Pansy was more literate where Ron was action oriented. They moved through the instructions and soon had a near perfect potion.



They turned in their potion and began cleaning up supplies. Ron took their extra ingredients and restored them in the closets. When he turned around he was face to face with Draco Malfoy.



“I don’t know what your planning Weasel but you are not going to use Pansy to get it.”



“I’m not trying to get anything from her. I don’t use people for connections Malfoy.” He said firmly and walked back to his desk.



“What did he say?” She asked.



“Don’t worry about it.” He said nonchalantly.



“Ron don’t brush it off as something girls shouldn’t be bothered with, I’m tougher then you think.”



Ron couldn’t he but smile at her. “You’re right I’m sorry. He said I wasn’t going to use you to get what I want.”



Pansy rolled her eyes. “And what is it you want?” She asked.



“A bit more kissing?” He suggested. She giggled and opened her book. Together they began the written part of the assignment. The stares continued all the way through the class and into the next. They had double Transfiguration next.



Where Snape blatantly ignored the couple, having already known from Pansy about them, Professor McGonagall was out rightly surprised and she showed it.



As class began they took notes through the lecture. The stares had lessened somewhat because everyone new McGonagall watched her students like a hawk. Any displays of aggression were addressed in her class.



As they began they written assignment McGonagall began calling them up to collect their grades so far. When it came to Ron she started in right away.



“Mr. Weasley. Might I yet again recommend you study a little harder with Miss Granger before you compete an essay. While you have most of the basics, this could have been something more then an 80 percent.”



“Yes Professor.” He took his paper back.



“Now, off topic Mr. Weasley, I’m glad to see the relationship you have begun.”



“Really Professor?” He said.



“Yes, Mr. Weasley. Relations have been strained more and more with each generation. It is refreshing to see you and Miss Parkinson do what you want and not what convention tells you to do.”



“Thank you Professor.”



“Your welcome Mr. Weasley and let me also say that studying with Miss Parkinson would help improve your grades as well.”



“Yes Professor.” He took his paper and continued his assignment. Pansy was called up a few minutes later and retrieved her paper. When class was dismissed, he turned to her as they packed their parchments.



“Did she say anything you?” Ron asked.



“Yes,” she said smiling, “something about flouting convention and starting a healing procession the school.”



“She said the same thing to me.” Ron said throwing his bag over his shoulder. “Apparently we are supposed to end years of social anguish.” She laughed and slipped her arm around his waist. She liked walking under his arm.



They had made it as far as five classrooms when they were stopped. Pansy’s grip on his waist tightened. Five Slytherins glared at him. He recognized Adrian Pucey, Miles Bletchley, Malcolm Baddock, Graham Pritchard, and Theodore Nott. Ron kept a firm grip on her shoulder.



“Is there something we can do for you gentlemen?” He asked in a calm voice.



“You can let go of our girl.” Bletchley said.



“Your girl?” Pansy sneered.



“Yes, Slytherins don’t mix with Gryffindors.” Pritchard said coming forward.



“Some rules aren’t meant to be followed. Like the one about Slytherins winning quidditch games.” Ron said with a smile. He looked down at Pansy and felt an overwhelming urge that he just couldn’t deny. “My, but you are lovely.” He told her with flamboyance. Dropping his bag he dipped her low and kissed her with the drama of a finely trained theater actor. He pulled away a moment later.



Pansy was blushing though her giggles as her five housemates looked on in horror. Without another word her and Ron walked calmly past them on their way to the great hall.