Drinking in the Halls

Pansy woke the next morning with a light headache. She dealt with it knowing that it could have been a severe hangover if Ron hadn’t given her a sobering potion.



Ron. She hung her head in shame. She remembered everything. She’d behaved horribly and most likely made him feel worse.



She thought about what to do as she dressed. She wanted to talk to him, she needed to apologize, but wasn’t sure if he would listen.



Of course he’d listen, she thought, he’s a Gryffindor they’re mighty and noble.



It was Saturday so she should have a good chance of talking to him. But she didn’t get him alone until noon.



“Ron.” She called as he hurried down a flight of stairs. He spotted her and his face fell slightly but he waited until she caught up. “I wanted to talk to you.”



“How’s your head?” He asked.



“Fine, just fine, thanks for leaving the potion.” His brow creased.



“You remember?” He asked.



“Yes I remember it all. that’s why I wanted to talk to you.”



“We don’t need to talk Pansy, you were well into your cups last night.” He told her.



“Ron I just wanted to apologize for…..” He cut her off.



“Look, just forget it alright.” He took off down the down the stairs and into the Great Hall.



Pansy thought she must have really hurt his feelings last night. She felt even worse now. Squaring her shoulders she marched into the Great Hall and right up to him.



She drew several eyes from the friends he was sitting around as she walked up and looked down at him. He looked up at her shocked that she would be seen at this table.



Putting a hand on his shoulder, she spoke firmly. “I wish to express my contriteness at my deplorable deportment on the previous twilight, as well as my unwarranted elucidations at propounding that you partake in an orientation other than your circumstantial one. Supplementary, in regarding your hindmost explication to me upon leaving, I refute your assumption whole heartedly.” She turned on her heel and walked to her house table.



Silence reigned over the Gryffindor table until Ron spoke. “What did she say?” He asked to no one in particular.



“She’s sorry for what she did, sorry for saying you were gay, and strongly disagrees with whatever you said when you left.” Hermione explained without even looking up form the Daily Prophet.







During Quidditch practice, Ron spotted her in the stands. She gave him a wave and a smile. Unsure of what to do he returned them both, wondering what she was doing. She stayed where she was until practice as over. Instead of heading in with the rest, Ron flew over to her.



“Spying on the enemy?” He joked, hovering on his broom.



“No if they wanted someone to spy, they would have sent someone who understood tactics and strategy.” She stood up leaning on the railing. “So I guess since your here that means you accepted my apology.” She asked.



He blushed. “Yeah, I mean once I figured out what it meant.”



“I knew you would, I saw Granger sitting there.” She laughed. “I am sorry you know.”



“I guess you can’t control some things when you drink. You should do that you know. What if someone else came along. I guarantee if it has been Seamus he would have used the situation to his advantage.”



“Believe me I am very grateful it was you.” Her face hardened a little. “Look Weasley I….”



“Ron.”



“What?”



“My name is Ron.” He repeated.



“Alright Ron,” she said smiling, “if there is anyway I can repay you for taking care of me, please let me know.”



“Yeah well, I’ll keep that in mind.” He told her. “Would you like a ride down?” She nodded.



Ron took her hand and helped her settle on the broom in front of him. He flew slowly back to the grounds and helped her dismount.



“Thanks.” She said, reaching up and hugging him. Ron allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of her breasts against him. He felt his cock hardening and sent a silent thanks to his quidditch cup for keeping it under control.



While she left for the castle, Ron went to the showers. He would need a cold one.



That night in the boys dorm, as usual on the weekends, they stayed up late gathered around a bed. They gathered around Dean’s bed tonight, having pulled up chairs and relaxing near the window as they talked about who had done what. Ron and Dean were the only admitted virgins in the bunch.



Neville confessed to going to a prostitute. They were all shocked at first until he explained his reason. He knew he had a reputation for being slow to learn, so he when he found the right girl, sex would be the one are that he would excel at and she would be pleasantly surprised. The woman he paid had taught him everything he needed to know about pleasing his future girlfriend. Ron had to admit, it made sense.



It was common knowledge that Harry had given in to Romilda Vane because his curiosity had gotten the better of him. He was disappointed in it but had expected he would be. There were rumors that she wanted to get even with her on and off again boyfriend.



Seamus on the other hand tried to score at every opportunity and let everyone know when he did. Lately his big mouth had gotten the better of him and he was finding it harder and harder to get the ladies. Girls didn’t like to be thought of as the ‘next’ one and soon enough there were rumors among all the houses about Seamus’s lack-luster performance and less then impressive measurements.



Dean himself believed in waiting until marriage to have sex, and they hadn’t been able to talk him out of the decision for the past year and half. Not only could he refuse sex, he could resist the pressure of his friends with a smile intact and good humor.



Ron however was a different story. He wanted to have sex but it just wasn’t happening.



“How about having a go at someone the next time we have a party?” Seamus suggested.



“No offense Seamus, but waiting until a girl gets pissed seems to say that I couldn’t get one unless she’s had a drink or two.” Seamus just shrugged.



“Why not Lavender? She wants you, she even said.” Harry pointed out.



“Yeah and it will be all over the girl’s dorm later. You know what Hermione said, they have a grading system and everything. Besides, the only reason she has any interest in me at all is because she saw in her tarot spread that a ginger haired man was in her future.” Ron’s irritation was evident.



“Well you can always go the route I went,” Neville said, “I know it’s hardly romantic, but it’s logical.”



“Yeah I know, I just wouldn’t feel comfortable with that.” He admitted.



“Yeah, why pay when there’s plenty out there for free.” Seamus pointed out. He was bombarded with pillows from all directions.



As Ron lay in bed, he thought about Pansy. Maybe she would help him. She said she would repay him and all he had to do was ask. It would make him seem like a tosspot, but if he was honest she might help him. It was worth a try. The worst she could say was no.