"Who's Watching?"

Pansy awoke from a wonderful sleep. She looked at her bed and smiled. She thought of Ron in the room of requirement last night. The room was true to it’s word and a big smile came to her face.

She dressed that morning with an elation she hadn’t felt before. Ron was amazing and she trusted him. He made her feel physically wonderful with his attentions, but he also made her feel safe. He had been true to his word and stopped when she asked him to.

She wanted to have sex with him. She knew that, her body knew it too. She just wanted to be somewhere else. The last thing she wanted was to be at school having sex with Ron. She wanted to be in a place that would be special to them, not just a place they had to sneak away to. Someplace where they would both be away from everyone and no one would find them. She just had to find it.

She grabbed her book bag and left the dorms. She was passing the corridor to the great hall when her arm was grabbed in a fierce lock. She was dragged into a classroom and hurled inside as the door slammed shut.

Regaining her balance she looked up and saw Blaise glaring at her with pure hatred in his eyes. “Blaise what the fuck do you mean handling me like that?”

“What the hell did you give him?” His fists were clenched at his sides. His face was furled in anger and quickly turning red. He took a single step forward. “Answer me!”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, suddenly very, very afraid.

“Last night you vanished with the weasel. Over an hour Pansy. You were gone for over an hour in that cursed room. What did you give him?! Did you give him something you should have given me?! Did you let him fuck you?!”

Pansy let out a laugh. “You want the truth Blaise?” She asked, finally pushed over the edge by his behavior. “I’ll tell you the truth. I was so sick and tired of you nagging to get back together, that I went to Ron and asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend to try and keep you away.” Blaise felt his body ignite in fury. “Of course that was in the beginning. He treated me so well that we developed feelings for each other. Now I don’t care about pretending, I’m with Ron because I want to be with him.”

“Have you fucked him?” Blaise demanded. “You should have given that with me, that was my right. You were mine!”

“What do you mean I should have given it to you? What I do and who I do it with is none of your business!” She walked up to him. “Whatever we had ended because of you and your attitude, and I’ve had enough of it!” She turned and started to the door. The grip on her arm returned and she was forced around where Blaise’s fist collided with her jaw.

The force threw Pansy against the wall. Her head was flung back and hit the stone. Bright lights went off behind her eyelids and her face had exploded in pain. Her knees buckled and she fell to the floor. She reached up and held her face but the sting of pain forced her hands away.

Blaise grabbed her shirtfront and dragged her to her feet. He yanked at the fabric of her shirt pulling it open, exposing her bra. She braced herself when she saw him draw a fist back. This one landed in her stomach. Pansy fought back the urge to vomit as the blow forced her back against the wall.

Again she fell in agony to the floor. He vision began to blur and she tasted blood on her lips. As she was dragged to her feet again, she tried to scream but didn’t have the air. She braced herself wondering where the pain would be aimed this time.


Ron glanced at his watch. Pansy must have been running late. He shouldered his book bag and made his way to the Slytherin common room thinking he would catch her on the way.

As he passed corridor, a quiet bang echoed in his ears off to the side. When he walked to the classroom door and looked in the small window his heart froze. Taking out his wand he aimed at the door and shouted, “BOMBARTA!”

The door exploded loudly in a million pieces that flew into the corridor and echoed down the halls. Ron raced in and grabbed hold of Zabini who had dropped his hold on Pansy.

She fell to the ground and crawled out of the way. Ron and Zabini wrestled with each other until they were both on the ground fighting for dominance. With a few well delivered forceful blows, Ron had Zabini on his back and was targeting his face. He had got in five good punches to the Slytherin when he was felt himself being yanked away. Fighting to maintain his hold he continued to try and punch.

“Weasley, that’s enough!” He tried to ignore the voice he heard in his ear and fought against the arms attempting to pull him away. Whoever had a hold of him now used full strength and managed to pry him off the wretch he was hitting. He was forced away and his attention brought around to Pansy. The arms suddenly vanished, and without looking he crawled over to her, tenderly holding her shoulders. Pansy looked up and tried to smile but the pain destroyed her effort. His heart hurt at the sight of her.

“Mr. Weasley.” He turned to the voice. Professor Snape was kneeling over Zabini. He had fought off Professor Snape while assaulting a Slytherin. He was sure to be expelled now. “Take Miss Parkinson to the hospital wing now.” Ron looked at Blaise on the floor. His face was covered in blood and he was heaving for air. “Mr. Weasley.” Ron looked up again. “I said take Miss Parkinson to the hospital wing now, she needs attention.” Ron looked down and with all the gentleness he possessed lifted her in his arms. She relaxed her body against him as he carried her.

He moved to the door. Professor McGonagall and headmaster Dumbledore each moved aside for him to pass. “Mr. Weasley, I will see you my office when you have seen to Miss Parkinson.” Ron nodded.

The hallway was filled with students that silenced when they saw him emerge with Pansy. With the help of Professors Trelawney and Sprout, the students stepped aside as he walked to the hospital wing carrying his girlfriend. Pansy made no move to hide her face.

Madam Pomfrey immediately brought Ron to a cot and he eased Pansy into it. She didn’t ask questions, she just began treating Pansy. Pansy didn’t let go of his hand and Madam Pomfrey chose to let it be.

While she left for potions Ron kneeled beside the cot. “I need to go to the headmaster now.” He told her.

“I know.” Her voice was quiet. “Will you come back when you are done?” She asked.

“I’ll try, I don’t know what they will want from me.” He admitted. “But I will try my hardest to come back to you.”

She nodded. “Thank you for helping me Ron.” Ron felt his inside tighten. After what she had suffered she was thanking him. He leaned down and kissed her cheek barely touching his lips to her skin, then he turned and left, rushing to the headmasters office. He prayed that he wouldn’t be expelled, but if he was then he would not feel guilty about it.