Drinking in the Halls

She held out a hand to steady herself. Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest. She knew that if anyone caught her in the condition she was in, she’d be expelled.

Bastard, she thought. She felt the room sway again and reached out for anything to steady herself. Instead she fell back. She waited for the impact on the ground, but it never came. She looked down and realized she was partially standing.

“Parkinson?” She heard her name and looked over her shoulder.

“Weasley?” She said. The room swayed again. “Oh gods I need to sit down.”

“Come on.” Ron lifted her in his arms and walked down the stairs to a bare stretch of stone wall. In no time at all a door appeared, and they vanished into it.

Pansy felt herself being set down on a large comfortable couch. She rested her head back and shut her eyes.

“Pansy?” What was that? Who was talking to her? “Pansy?” She opened her eyes and looked up. Ron was holding out a bottle to her.

“What’s that?” She asked. The dizziness had gone with her four minute nap but her brain was still far from full capacity.

“It will sober you up.” He said. He didn’t mention that the bottle was sitting on a table when they walked in. The room of requirement knew she needed it.

“I don’t want to be sober Weasley, that’s why I was drinking in the first place.” She said. He can’t figure something like that out?

“What happened?” He asked. He had taken a seat at the other side of the couch.

“What do you care? Your a man just like the rest of them aren’t you?” He wanted to smile at her drunken tirade, but held himself still. “They say one thing and do another don’t they?” She said to no one in particular. “They make you believe what they say and when you think something is there and it isn’t, you end up looking like the fool. Why do you do that Weasley?”

“Why does who do what?” He said with wide eyed defense. “When did I become part of this?” He suddenly wished he hadn’t taken the shortcut from the kitchens that led him to her.

“Because you have a prick just like the rest of them so you can tell me why a bloke will tell you he likes you, then goes off and shags another bloke. Why Weasley?” She was getting angry now.

“I couldn’t answer for that particular person because I’m not queer, but it seems obvious. He’s trying to deny it.” Ron said with ease.

“Deny what?” She had gone from angry to confused.

“Being queer. He hasn’t outed himself has he?” Pansy thought for a moment then shook her head. “Maybe he thinks his family will hate him. Maybe he thinks his friends will chuck him. Whatever he’s scared of, it’s enough to make him keep it a secret. If you saw him with another man, chances are the desires are getting to him.” Pansy had listened to Ron’s easy explanation.

“How do you know so much about it?” She wondered.

“Percy.” He told her. She didn’t seem surprised, but then again nobody seemed surprised. Pansy looked off again.

“He made me feel pretty,” she said sadly, “I thought he wanted me. I thought ….” she fell silent.

“Pansy, you are pretty. He was trying to be something he wasn’t and he brought you into it, that’s awful. But you are pretty.” He said.

“Really?” She looked like a lost little girl, and Ron felt sorry for her.

“Yes, Pansy you are.” He told her. She smiled and then looked away.

“I need a drink.” She said looking around the room.

“You’ve had enough.”

“Yes, I’ve had enough, that’s why I need a drink.” She tried to stand but Ron grabbed her arm.

“Sit down, your pissed enough as it is.” She fell back closer to him, suddenly becoming aware of his body.

Now that they were in their seventh year, they had all grown into their element. The ugly phases were gone and the awkwardness had given way to grace.

Ron himself had grown tall and sturdy. He had broad shoulders and a lean frame. Quidditch kept him well built. He had also taken to running along the grounds early in the morning. She’d seen him several times.

His hair fell better when it was groomed and while it wasn’t conventionally short, it did fall about his eyes in a cute way. She had never been this close and couldn’t help but notice how bright blue his eyes were. They were welcoming and inviting. Or was that just the liquor talking?

“Where did you get alcohol in the first place?” He asked.

“Draco keeps some in his trunk. Always has a bottle of vodka there.” She answered.

“Isn’t he going to notice something like that missing?”

“What’s he going to do? Report that his shouldn’t-have-been-at-school-because-it’s-against-the-rules-and-he’s-underage-anyway bottle of vodka is missing to Professor Snape?” Her voice oozed sarcasm.

“Alright, alright. I see the point.”

“Besides, it’s the least he could do, considering how he treated me.” It took Ron a moment to do the math.

“Malfoy?!” Pansy merely nodded at his outburst. “Who was he with?”

“Colin Creevey.” She answered. Ron’s eyes shot open. “Why are you shocked? Colin being queer is something everyone in the school assumed.”

“I’m not shocked about Colin, most of Gryffindor tower knew, he came out to us. What I’m shocked about is that Malfoy would be involved with a muggleborn.”

“Yes, it is against character isn’t it. His father would be angrier about that then the queer part.” As she laughed, Ron smiled at her.

He had a nice smile. Pansy wondered why she’s never noticed. Without warning she leaned over and kissed him. Ron tried to give her a shove, but it was a weak one. He’d never had to fend off a woman before.

“Pansy, stop. What are you doing?” He tried getting up but she had maneuvered herself practically into his lap.

“Don’t say no to me. I can’t take more rejection.” She pulled him into another kiss, but Ron couldn’t take the alcohol.

“Pansy,” he pulled away, “your pissed.” He shift his leg to get up and she grabbed his cock through his trousers. Ron let out a yelp and tried to control his body, but it was too late. He was already hard against her hands.

“Your body says yes.” She leaned down and attacked his neck. He grabbed her waistband and heaved her off his lap. He pushed her into the other end of the couch and jumped up.

“Drink this.” He tossed the sobering potion into her lap. “Then go back to your dorms.” He turned to the door.

“Why not Ron, are you queer too?” She threw at his back.

“No, it’s because you never would have offered if you were sober.” He left her alone in the room.