"Who's Watching?"

A week after Ron and Pansy began their act, a dance was announced to celebrate the spring season. Excitement ran through all four houses. Dress robes were ordered, and a Hogsmeade trip announced for those who needed to purchase new robes.



The morning the dance was announced, Pansy and Ron met, and agreed they would attend together. They had been successful so far in avoiding entrapments of Blaise and Lavender, but each knew that they would be approached.



Just as they had suspected, Lavender managed to corner Ron in the Gryffindor common room while he waited for Harry. Pansy was also going on the Hogsmeade trip to get her dress robes, but she wanted to go with Millicent and said only that he would see them at the dance. He had grinned at her secrecy, and knew she wanted to make a grand entrance. They planned to meet for tea later.



“Ron?” Lavender said sitting beside him.



“Yes, Lavender?” He said.



“I wanted to talk to you about the dance.” She told him. He looked up at her.



“What about it?” He said, knowing what was coming.



“Are you going? Because if you planned to then I thought we…….”



“I’m going to the dance with Pansy.” He said.



“You are? Then you’ve asked her already?” Lavender said.



“Lavender, Pansy is my girlfriend, why wouldn’t I go with her?” Ron asked.



“I would have thought the novelty would have worn off my now.” She said.



“Novelty?” He gave her an odd look. “Well, the novelty hasn’t worn off.” He saw Harry coming down the stairs, leaving Lavender to stare after them.



“That had to have been interesting.” Harry chuckled as they gathered with the other students.



“She said Pansy was a novelty.” Ron told him.



“Is she?” Harry asked.



“Yes. it’s a novelty to be called by my actual name.”



“Awww, come on now Won-W…….”



“Piss off.” Ron shot out and started out the gates, with a laughing Harry behind him.



When they entered the quidditch supply shop Harry spoke again while they glanced at broom care kits. “So how serious is this thing with Pansy?”



“It’s semi serious at this point.” He said, going through jars of polish.



“Semi serious? Can you be more specific?” Harry asked.



“Well, you’ve heard her issues with Zabini right,” Harry nodded, “well, with a new relationship she can dodge being alone with him and has an excuse to refuse him.”



“Does she need one that badly, isn’t ‘no’ enough of a refusal.” Harry asked, as they moved to another aisle.



“You would think so, but you how much of a tosser Zabini is.” Ron told him.



“Well, I guess this also keep Lavender at a distance as well.” Harry told him.



“Yes.” Was all Ron said. Harry noticed he suddenly seemed distracted.



“Is that the only reason your together?” Harry asked. It made sense to him if they had an arrangement.



“No.” Ron told him. Both he and Pansy didn’t want anyone to know this wasn’t real. To Ron, that included Harry and Hermione. This was his secret. “Its just an added bonus that we can avoid them, while we get to know each other.”



Harry nodded, and together they paid for their selections. Harry left to meet Ginny and Ron made his way to the Three Broomsticks where he and Pansy agreed to meet for Tea.





Pansy and Millicent had just come out of the gown shop. She nearly dropped the packaged gown as her arm was gripped from behind.



“Hey Pans.” Zabini said, turning her to face him.



“What do you want?” She said with impatience.



“What have we here?” He said gesturing to the package she held. “Bought a lovely dress for the dance did you? I’m sure it will look lovely with my dress robes.”



“The dress will match Ron’s dress robes, Blaise, I’m going with my boyfriend.” She said firmly.



“Come on Pansy, hasn’t this gone on long enough. You can’t be serious about him.” Blaise looked as if the most humorous joke had been told. “I know you must be mad at me for something, but to go off with the weasel to get back at me is just daft.”



“Do you have anything of worth to say Zabini?” Millicent asked.



“I wasn’t speaking to you Bull Head.” He threw at her.



“That’s enough!” Pansy shouted at him. Taking Millicent’s hand she looked at him with blazing eyes. “If I was ever thinking of attending with you, that attack on a friend of mine just killed it. It is fabulous to have someone who gives my friends more respect then you ever did.” She began a heavy march toward the Three Broomsticks clutching her friends hand.



“That wasn’t needed Pansy.” Millicent said with a laugh. “I could have handled him as I always do.”



“I know,” Pansy added a chuckle of her own, “but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to yell at that one.”



“So Pans, you really like Weasley do you?” She asked as they walked.



“Yes, I do.” Pansy said with a peaceful look. It was true. Ron and her had only been pretending for a week but in that time Ron had been more of a gentleman then Blaise had ever been.



“So what’s the attraction?” Millicent asked with a funny look.



Pansy had to laugh. Millicent liked confident men with a sense of humor. To her Ron’s obvious insecurity at times would be a turn on. “Well, I’ll be honest with you, it’s how he acts with me. He wouldn’t have grabbed my arm like that. He wouldn’t have made the assumption that I would go with him. He wouldn’t have insulted my friends. He doesn’t have a drop of the arrogance that Zabini has, and I like that.”



“Fair enough then.” Millicent conceded. “So does he snog good?” She asked lifting an eyebrow and watched Pansy smiled. “Actually, forget I asked.” Pansy couldn’t hold back the laughter.



“I’m off to Zonko’s, I’ll see you back in the common room.” Millicent told her as Pansy waved then turned into the Three Broomsticks. She quickly found Ron with his nose in a magazine.



“So how are the Cannons doing?” She asked sliding into the booth with him.



“Fabulous.” He put the magazine down and poured her a cup of tea. “I knew they had it in them.” He slid the tray of sugar and cream closer. “I wanted to talk to you about something.” He said lowering his voice.



‘Alright then, let’s talk.” She said, shifting slightly and facing him.



“Did that kiss the other day affect you the same way it affected me,” he asked outright, “or was that an act for Zabini’s benefit?”



“Honestly?” She said. He nodded. “Yes. It really did affect me.”



“I wanted to know if you were alright with that, because if you’re not then I’ll make sure to keep from doing it.” He said with all seriousness.



“I’m fine with it Ron.” She said avoiding his eyes.



“Are you sure?” He asked.



She looked up and met his eyes, speaking just as seriously as he had. “Yes, I’m sure. I just wasn’t expecting it to be like that.” She said.



“Like what?” He asked slightly confused.



She dropped her eyes to her tea. “I didn’t expect you to be so good at it.” She said in a whisper.



“Pardon?” He said. He was being sarcastic at all. Pansy realized he genuinely hadn’t heard a word she said.



“I said Ron, that I hadn’t expected you to be so good at it.” She repeated looking him squarely in the eye.



Ron turned a bright scarlet and glanced away. Pansy held still unsure of doing anything. She loved his blush, but didn’t want to embarrass him further. He looked at her. “Really?”



She nodded. “I’m beginning to understand why Lavender wants you back so much. Although I can’t imagine why she wouldn’t want to sit on your lap. I loved that bit.”



“I liked that as well.” He said, slowly returning to his normal color. “I’m good at it? Really?”



She smiled. “Yes, just the right amount of lip, not too aggressive, not too wet or dry.” She smiled as Ron again flushed to his roots. “I’m not saying that to embarrass you.”



“No I don’t think you are.” He said, rubbing his brow. “I’ve just never heard that before.”



“Lavender didn’t compliment you?” She asked.



“Not like that.” He said. “Did you compliment Zabini like that?”



“I didn’t compliment him.” She said without delay.



“About anything?” Pansy shook her head. “Did he compliment you?”



“Not really.” She said taking a sip.



“What a git.” He said.



“What did you compliment Lavender on?” She asked out of curiosity. She found herself stuck with anything to compliment Lavender on.



“With her it was easy. I just said something about her hair or her clothes. She spent so much time doing her hair or selecting an outfit, even though I couldn’t notice much of a difference.”



Pansy let out a giggle. “She didn’t think you were just spouting rubbish?” Ron shook his head. “Well, don’t compliment me unless it’s real.”



“I won’t. Lavender was always fishing for compliments, so I was just fed what she was asking for. If I compliment you it will be because I mean it.”



“Thank you.” They finished tea and walked arm in arm back to the castle. Ron tried and failed to ask about her dress but she refused, saying he would just have to wait until the dance.



Ron and Pansy were leisurely walking, still arm in arm along the corridors toward Slytherin house. “We’re being followed.” Pansy said quietly.



“I know. I would recognize that raspberry perfume from the quidditch pitch.” They hadn’t broken their walking pattern at all.



“Nothing. I’m going to walk you to your house, kiss you before you go in, and wait for you to come out.” Pansy nodded. “I want you to have lunch at Gryffindor’s table with me.”



“I’m sure Lavender won’t be that much of an issue.” She said as they approached the entrance to Slytherin house.



“It’s not Lavender I’m worried about. Zabini was giving you some pretty nasty looks while in Hogsmeade.” Ron explained. She nodded not admitting that she hadn’t thought about Blaise during the whole walk back.



“Alright then, go put your packages away. I’ll wait here.” He gave her a quick kiss, but she still felt it to her toes.



Dinner passed on presently enough. Pansy got a change to talk to Hermione about muggle authors, while Ron was keeping a close eye on Lavender. He had no idea why she had followed them from Hogsmeade, but he had a feeling she was trying to catch them in a lie.



After dinner, Ron and Pansy took a slow walk around the grounds. The dance was in two days and until then, they would spent as much time together as possible. Ron didn’t want Pansy subjected to Zabini anymore then she had to be.



While they walked, he noticed Lavender and Zabini from different vantage points watching them. “Time for another show.” He told her, sitting on a bench with her. Pansy’s heart raced as he straddled the bench and pulled her to sit between his thighs.



“Who’s here?” She asked, relaxing against his chest. She was hard pressed to try and ignore the firmness.



“Both.” He whispered and dropped his lips. Pansy felt the lightning shoot through her body again. She lifted her jaw higher and deepened the kiss. Ron didn’t know that she was being selfish and didn’t care about the two that were watching them. Ron decided he didn’t care either.



This was how a kiss should be shared. Pansy enjoyed him. Granted Lavender enjoyed him too, but she was always preoccupied with one thing or another. She always positioned herself to make sure her clothes were wrinkled or her hair wasn’t crushed. Ron even knew that she had positioned her body to look good if any caught them.



Pansy didn’t care about that, she only wanted to kiss him. Lifting his hand and slid it across her jaw and behind her neck, thrusting his fingers into her hair. The silken strands slid easily along his wrist.



Cradling the back of her head, he pulled her closer, letting out a moan into her mouth as she wrapped her arms around his ribs and pressed her body closer. He felt her leg lift and rest on his, and her head began rocking gently as she returned everything he gave.



His jeans restricted his fast growing erection, making his position slightly difficult. The fact that he wore his jeans loose saved him from massive discomfort.



He pulled away after several moments. Pansy’s lips were swollen ever so slightly, and for a moment he wanted to carry on, but he forced himself to look about. “They’ve gone.” He said. She nodded but didn’t move. “I’ll walk you back to your common room. I need to take care of some things.” She nodded and together they left the grounds.



He gave a her a quick parting kiss then left for Gryffindor tower. When he was safely in a stall in the gents, he wanked off his frustration.