"Who's Watching?"

Pansy and Ron had quickly found a table to themselves. Spreading out their parchments and books, the talked while they did homework.



“So why did Lavender trap you before Herbology?” He asked, shifting through his Transfiguration book.



“To summarize, she told me to be ready when you leave me.” Ron looked up at her with a smirk. “For when you realize you still want her.”



Ron let out a laugh. “That won’t be happening.”



“What about you, did Blaise talk to you at all?” She asked. Ron noticed she was very concerned.



“Yes he did, Draco was there to make sure things didn’t get out of hand.”



Pansy looked up. “What do you mean?”



“He was really mad. He was trying to tell me that you two were still together and just having some problems.”



“That git.” She threw her quill down.



“He said everyone knows you haven’t broken up.”



“Everyone in Slytherin knows we broke up, not to mention the other houses. He’s the only one who doesn’t.”



“Well needless to say he was upset. I think we need to make it obviously clear.”



“How so?” She asked, calming down slightly.



“It’s obvious that he doesn’t put much into us just hugging or holding hands.” Ron said.



“Neither does Lavender.” Pansy added. Then she understood. “We need to be more affectionate in public?”



Ron nodded. “If he sees us hanging on each other more then he might clue in the fact that it’s over.”



“You really think so?” She asked.



“I’m a guy Pansy, I may not know what the hell girls think but I know how other guys think.”



“Well how affectionate do you think we need to be?” She asked.



“How far did you go with him?” Ron asked.



“What will that prove?” She asked.



“If you do things with me that you didn’t or wouldn’t do with him, it makes the level of seriousness known.”



She nodded. “In private or in the open?” She asked.



“Both.” He said.



“Well in public we’d give in to snogging, just like anyone else. He always used to hold my hand though, I think he had a thing about it. He was a bit possessive about where I was all the time.”



Ron nodded. “Did he ever put an arm around your shoulder?”



Pansy thought. “No, not that I remember. He would get closer when we were alone though.”



“Did he ever play with your hair, or pull you on his lap?” He asked.



Pansy thought for a moment. “He never played with my hair, but I sat on his lap in private a few times.”



“Alright, is there anything you don’t want me to do in view of anyone?” At her confused look, he clarified. “Did you only sit on his lap in private because you don’t like to do it out in the open?”



“Oh no, I had no problem with it. Blaise just always initiated things like that in private. I think because when we were alone, he had to focus his attention on me alone, with others he was more interested in their conversations rather then me.”



“Would you be uncomfortable sitting on my lap where everyone would see?” He asked.



“No, I’m alright with that.” She said.



“What about touching?” He asked.



“Touching where?” She asked lifting an eyebrow.



“Well……” He stammered.



“Let me guess, anywhere Lavender wouldn’t let you touch her?” She ventured.



“No, not everywhere,” he said relieved that Pansy had given a small laugh, “what I mean is I like playing with hair, holding her waist, and sitting in my lap, but she was insecure about her waist and always had her hair style with a million products. I wasn’t allowed to touch it.”



“Well I don’t use anything in my hair so you can touch it all you want. It’s plain and short so I’m not sure it would be much of a joy.”



Ron smiled at her. “How about the waist?” He asked.



“Yes, you can hold my waist if you want,” She said softly. “and I’m fine with sitting in your laps and such.”



“I promise I won’t slip my hands anywhere insulting.” Pansy smiled at him.



“Ron?” She said with a smile.



“Yes?”



“Blaise just walked in the door.” She said, keeping her smile.



“I see him.” Ron stood up and held out a hand. “Come with me.”



Pansy followed him holding his hand. Ron found an aisle and grabbed a random book. “When we go back I’m going to sit in the chair at your side.” Pansy nodded and as they began walking, Ron slipped an arm around her waist.



Pansy suppressed a gasp. Ron’s hand on her waist was firm and locked into position. His arm was strong and held her close to his side. Blaise’s arms never felt like this. He draped his arms and used her like a coat rack. She found she liked Ron’s touch very much. No wonder Lavender wanted him back so much.



As they exited the aisle she slid her arm around Ron’s waist. Her heart skipped a beat. Ron’s waist was hard under her hand. She felt the muscles shift as he walked with her. All the time on a broom practicing quidditch had given him a strong body.



She had engaged in a few snog sessions with Blaise but his body was nowhere near the caliber of Ron’s. She never wondered about seeing him without his shirt or let alone trousers. With Ron however the hardness under her hand made her wonder what it would feel like chest to chest as they kissed. Maybe she would benefit from this charade in more ways then one.



No, no she told herself, don’t go mental, it’s just an act. She sat in her chair as Ron settled next to her. Keeping an arm around her chair they shuffled through transfiguration notes.



“He’s watching us.” Ron said softly as they took notes.



“I know. Should we leave?” She asked.



“No, don’t worry about him.” Ron said. He was still sitting next to her, and together they managed to finish Transfiguration. Blaise had been watching them the whole time.



As they packed up Pansy noticed Blaise was packing up as well. “He’s going to follow us Ron.” She said slipping an arm around his waist as he took hers.



“I know, but I have an idea.” He said walking along an empty corridor.



“What’s the idea?” She said leaning into him as they walked.



“I’m going to kiss you.” He said.



“Really?” She said. She was trying to stay calm but her heart was racing. Thoughts of what she had imagined in the library came back to haunt her.



“Yes. Of course, if you don’t want me to I won’t.” He said, stopping and easing into a bench. He took her hand and pulled her onto his lap. She let her legs dangle to his side and twisted her upper body to face him as best she could. Sitting in his lap was surprisingly fun and couldn’t imagine why Lavender didn’t do this.



“Do you think he’ll leave if he saw us?” She said, her heart going faster.



“Yes, he’ll be angry as hell but he’ll leave, because he won’t want to see it.” Ron said, lacing his fingers around her waist. “Hold my shoulders.”



She lifted her arms, trying to control the shaking caused by his body. Blaise had sloping shoulders, but Ron’s were broad and firm. She didn’t realize her lips were parted and her breathing was somewhat labored. “Pansy are you alright with this? You seem a little nervous.”



“No I’m alright really.” She said. Ron tightened his arms and pulled her closer.



“Come here then.” He whispered. He lifted his lips to hers as she dropped a little and met his. Ron had the softest lips imaginable. He kissed her gently, teasing her lips with his own. Pansy felt her heart threatening to burst from her chest.



Ron was affected as well. Pansy’s lips felt wonderful on his own. He opened his mouth slightly, but didn’t thrust with his tongue he only drew her bottom lip into his and gave it a gently suck. He heard her inhale and darted his tongue out to trace her lips.



Pansy nearly jumped from his lap when she felt his tongue on hers. He wasn’t plunging with his tongue, he was exploring her lips and she loved it. She held him tighter with her arms, feeling his chest against hers as she shifted slightly in his lap. Deciding to be bold, she opened her mouth and let out a whimper as Ron’s tongue met hers.



Ron moved easy and slow, taking the time to taste her lips and explore her mouth. He unlaced his fingers and ran his hands up her back. He wanted to slip them under her school robes but knew that would be moving too fast.



Ron’s hands on her back made her more aggressive and she eagerly pulled him closer. She titled her head and opened her mouth wider twirling her tongue around his. Ron’s groan filled her mouth, urging her on. Together they engaged in a heated exchange, each forgetting about the Slytherin they were supposed to be performing for.



A few moments later the kiss broke and they looked at each other. Each with labored breathing and a tight grip.



“Do you think he saw that?” Ron asked, controlling his rising and falling chest.



“Who?” Pansy asked, completely clueless. At Ron’s grin she widened her eyes. “Oh, Blaise,” she chuckled as Ron still smiled, “I hope he did, otherwise we did that for nothing.” She said, trying to make light.



“I liked it too Pansy.” He said gently massaging her back.



Pansy gave in to a smile. “I guess I wasn’t expecting it to be like that.” She said not moving an inch from his lap.



“Really?” He asked. “Zabini never did that to you?”



“No,” she couldn’t resist and toyed with a lock of his hair, “he was dominating. Half the time I thought he was testing my gag reflex.”



Ron chuckled. “Well, let me say, you also are a far better snog partner then Lavender.”



It was Pansy’s turn to let out a giggle. “And how so?”



“Lavender likes intense kissing, like something out of a romance novel, what my sister and Hermione call ‘thundering kisses’. Sometimes I felt like I was swallowing her whole. Kisses should be gentle. You need to take the time to learn the others taste,” he said looking up at her, “find out what the other enjoys,” Pansy felt her heart speed up again, “take the time to communicate what you want.” He spoke in a whisper but Pansy heard every word.



Cradling the back of his head in her palm, she caressed his jaw with the other and leaned down for another kiss. Just as he said, their lips moved slowly, learning again, how they each liked to be kissed. Ron moved his lips over hers, drinking her in. Pansy was the sweetest kiss he could imagine.



Pansy stopped caring about whether or not Blaise had seen them when Ron opened his mouth again. Their tongues met and slid against each other. Pansy leaned into Ron, relaxing against him.



When they again parted they took several minutes just looking at each other. Pansy didn’t know what to do, but she knew she didn’t want to get off his lap.



Ron was also conflicted as well. Pansy was a delight to hold and an even greater delight to kiss. He wanted to do so much more with her but chided himself for being a prat. What kind of man demands the things he was thinking of doing?



“Are you going to change before dinner?” He asked. She nodded. “Alright I’ll walk you to Slytherin house.” He let her rise and then stood. Taking both their book bags he threw them on his shoulder, walking with an arm around her waist again.



When they reached the Slytherin common room, Ron turned over her bag and gave her a quick kiss on this lips and hurried to Gryffindor tower to change. After dinner he would make it a point to know what he boundaries were and he would respect them, without question. At least for the moment, things were being made known.