"Who's Watching?"

When he arrived at the headmaster’s office, Professors McGonagall and Snape were waiting for him. When they were all seated around the massive desk Dumbledore began.

“We thought it would be better if Mr. Zabini was taken to St. Mungo’s for treatment, given that Miss Parkinson is in the infirmary and of course given the extend of his own injury’s.”

Ron went red. “Did I hurt him that badly sir?” Ron asked.

“The staff that admitted him said it appeared as if he had a fracture of his cheekbone, but they can easily repair it.” Ron nodded. “I think it should also be known that we know full well what happened.”

“You do?” He looked up confused. “Did Blaise tell the truth?”

Dumbledore have his infamous knowing laugh. “On the way to hospital Mr. Zabini claimed he and Miss Parkinson were engaged in a romantic rendezvous and you objected,” Ron rolled his eyes, “but Mr. Zabini failed to take into account the portraits in the classroom he had chosen.”

Ron couldn’t help but grin. “His assault on Miss Parkinson is of course grounds for immediate expulsion.” Ron felt the earth spin. That meant he would be expelled as well, didn’t it?

“Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall however are of the same opinion with regards to your own actions. They feel expulsion would be too extreme a punishment.” Ron looked up feeling relief flood through him. “You did after all come to the aid of a fellow student under attack, yet you also of course, chose a less then controlled method.” Ron nodded but said nothing. Dumbledore was right, he could have summoned help, he could have merely made sure Zabini stopped hitting her and he could have easily taken Pansy out of the room, but he lost control.

“For the rest of term you will join Professor Snape every Saturday evening for detention, and of course your parents will be notified.” Ron nodded. “Miss Parkinson and Mr. Zabini’s parents will also be notified of what has occurred including your own participation.” Ron nodded. That’s why Dumbledore called him here, he had to tell him that Pansy’s parents and Blaise’s would know what he did. “That being said I will also mention that given that the portraits have spoken, as well as Miss Parkinson’s account of the events, we have ground to administer Veritaserum to Mr. Zabini to get the exact truth.”

Ron nodded. “Do you have any questions?”

Ron looked up. “What will happen to Zabini? Will the aurors be summoned? Pansy’s shirt was ripped, he may have raped her.” The anger in his voice was evident to the headmaster and both Professors.

“I will of course keep you and Miss Parkinson aware of anything that happens.” Dumbledore assured him. “Now I think it best if you return to the infirmary and see to your own injuries.” Ron looked confused. Dumbledore gestured to his hands and it was the first time Ron noticed his bleeding and bruised knuckles.

“Yes sir.” He quietly left the office and returned to the hospital wing. Sitting next to Pansy, Ron soaked his hands in a bowl set on a table so he wouldn’t have to leave her side. Pansy was grateful.

Ron filled her in as to what Dumbledore said, and his own punishment. “It isn’t fair that you got detention as well.”

“Well I did loose control.” He said. She shrugged.

Madam Pomfrey wanted to keep Pansy overnight but Ron agreed to come and see her during breaks, at any spare moment he had.


The next day during Divination, Ron was summoned to Dumbledore’s office and informed of Zabini’s situation. He was administered the potion at St. Mungo’s and in the presence of the Aurors told of his attack on Pansy. He would be taken into Ministry custody when the healers released him.

Ron held Pansy’s hand as they walked. Her face showed no signs at all of her attack. “Ron I’d like to tell you what set Blaise off.” She said, sitting in the shade of what had become their favorite tree.

“You don’t need to tell me Pansy, that’s your business.” He said, settling down beside her.

“Blaise followed me and saw us go into the room of requirement and waited until we came out. He wanted to know if I had sex with you.” Ron shook his head, not surprised though. It seemed like something Zabini would want to know. “He said I should have done that with him.”

“Zabini’s such a tosser.” Ron said.

Pansy’s look because serious. “It wasn’t the fact that sex was a possibility that made him angry. It was what I told him.”

“What did you tell him?” Ron asked, suddenly very curious.

“I told him that originally I approached you to pretend to date me to keep him off me.”

“Originally?” Ron asked.

“Yes, Ron, originally. I told Blaise that over the course that we had been pretend ding I began to feel strongly about you and now it didn’t matter how he felt, I was spending time with you because I wanted to be with you.” Ron was watching her as she spoke without pausing. She was letting him know frankly how she felt about him.

“Do you mean that?” Ron asked her. “I feel strongly about you too Pansy, Zabini is gone now so he’s not an issue, but I would hate to give up time with you.”

“I don’t want to give it up either, but what reason do we have now?” A tear had fallen down her cheek. He reached up and brushed it away.

“We don’t need a reason now Pansy.” He slid his arms around her pulling her against him. She nestled in-between his legs having missed his arms all day in the infirmary. “Think about the times we spent alone, without anyone to see a performance. We did that because we wanted to and we enjoyed it. I want to keep this, but I won’t push for it if you don’t want it too.”

Pansy dropped her head on his shoulder and let her tears out. Ron held her still as uncomfortable as ever with a crying girl, but she was holding him too, so he wouldn’t let her go either.

“Pansy?” He said, looking down at her. He needed to get her to say something. She lifted her head grabbed his face and tried to swallow him down in a hard kiss. Ron took only a moment to come to his sense and then returned her kiss, crushing her body to his.

She twisted her body to face his, letting her legs rest over his thigh, while she hugged him tightly. They spent the afternoon in each others company, until Ron had to report to his first detention.

A few days later, Pansy and Ron were informed that Zabini had been given ten years in Azkaban and had been taken there that very morning. Ron had received an owl from his parents after things had calmed down. His father was proud of him and applauded everything his son had done. His mother was equally glad that her son had taken action as he did. Men who treated women like Blaise had deserved what he got.

He also received an owl from the Parkinsons which he wasn’t expecting. They both thanked him for coming to their daughters aid. They planned to gift him with something soon to show their appreciation. “They don’t have to do that.” Ron said showing her the letter while they were in the library.

“I know, but my parents must have something special in mind since they didn’t send something with the letter. This is their way of thanking you, whatever it is just accept it.” She said smiling. As they studied she thought about what she had wanted to talk to Ron about when Blaise attacked her. Sex. She still wanted to have sex with him. She had formed a plan and now was the time to talk to him about it.

As they finished up and took their bags, Pansy took his hand and led him to a stone bench away from random ears. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Alright, what would that be?” He asked.

‘I’d like to have sex with you Ro…...” She blurted out.

“I’m willing to do that.’ He said before she finished speaking.

She laughed at his expression. Ron wore the biggest smile she had ever seen. “I had a feeling you would.” She said still giggling.

He pulled back the eagerness and looked at her with a genuine smile. “Are you sure Pansy? I don’t want you to think you need to do this if you aren’t ready.” He said while still hoping she would assure him.

“I was going to talk to you about it the day that Blaise attacked me, and I thought if I mentioned it the day after or the next day, you would think it was just a reaction to what happened, but it’s not. I’ve been thinking about it and I am sure.” She told him. The shyness she once had when she spoke to him had long vanished.

Ron grinned. “Something tells me that you already have a plan.”

“My parents are taking a trip to visit my aunt, they will be gone the whole weekend. I am going to ask them if I can bring you their for a mini holiday before we have to start preparing for exams.”

“Would they allow that. Us together alone?” Ron asked because he knew there was no way his mother would allow something like that.

“I think they will. They sent me an owl saying they were going to visit the school on Friday, I’ll talk to them then.”

“What if they say no?” He asked.

“Then we will think of something else.” He nodded and together they left for dinner. Pansy already had two different alternatives in mind. One was the room of requirement, the other was the shrieking shake since they had access to it from the whomping willow. She hoped they wouldn’t have to take advantage of those, because her parents were quite liberal with their views. If she was honesty with her mother in particular they should be alright with her and Ron spending the time at Parkinson Place.