Fic: Scorpion (Ron/Pansy)
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lightofdayeTitle: Scorpion
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson (past Ron/Hermione)
Word Count: ~ 800
Content: Angst
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Pansy approaches Ron as he's drowning his sorrows.
A/n: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
rarepair_shorts Spring Trope Challenge 2023 for the randomly selected trope of "Emotional Scars". Many thanks to torino10154 for brainstorming and beta-reading this.
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Ron Weasley sat in the darkest corner of the pub and nursed a pint of bitter, which matched his mood. He was at the pub so that if any of his family asked he could say, without actually lying, that he was back on the horse after his break-up and looking for a partner.
He was in the darkest corner so he didn't have to face why it wasn't really working.
A third of the pint was gone when something quite unexpected happened. Someone sat down next to him, placed a drink on the table – a tall fruity cocktail of some kind, festooned with fruit and straws and a miniature umbrella – and proceeded to take a sip from it.
Ron looked up. The person sat opposite him with a prim, almost haughty air. She was wearing a small scarlet dress artfully covered in a tiny black jacket. Her hair was lustrous sable and her lips were painted as red as her dress. Despite the prettiness of the picture, it was not a welcome sight.
"I can sit here, right?" said Pansy Parkinson.
"It's a free country," rumbled Ron.
"And you helped make it that way," she replied.
"Me?" Ron said with a chuckle. "I run a joke shop."
A joke running a joke shop, he thought. Not fit for anything else, am I?
"That's not true."
"You got me there. I help to run a joke shop."
Pansy frowned and took another sip of her drink.
"Quite the pity party you're throwing," she said.
Ron's ears burned.
"So you got dumped by Granger, so what?" Pansy said. "It happens. Get over yourself. Some of us have real problems."
"Firstly, I didn't get dumped. We split up," Ron said, taking a big swig of his beer.
That was true. Luckily, he didn't think that Pansy Parkinson read the sport pages and therefore didn't realise Victor Krum had started playing in the English Quidditch League at about the same time.
"And secondly," he continued, "what problems do you have? I'd like to know, you got away scot-free for saying what you did at Hogwarts."
"I wasn't talking about that. Merlin, I'd forgotten about that."
Ron made a gesture to say, 'well there you go then.'
"Look, you got with the love of your life and long time crush in a fiery blaze of passion, right?" Pansy said.
"And fell out again just as fast."
"Yeah, some of us don't even get that," Pansy said bitterly. "Some of us get strung along, and kid ourselves that some thing’s going to happen for years and years and then what? He marries some pretty young blonde brainless excuse for a Ravenclaw, who asks you to be damn bridesmaid. That's what."
Ron toasted her.
"My heart bleeds. I don't see what this has to be me."
"I'm obviously propositioning you, idiot."
Ron stared.
"Why?" he spluttered.
"Because you've already ditched everyone else that would have you?"
"Hey, that was mutual. I said, already."
"Yeah, about Granger. What about Luna Lovegood?"
Ron shifted uncomfortably. He'd gone out a couple of times with Luna.
"Well, she really wanted to be with Scamander, didn't she?"
"Bones?"
He had a late night dinner or two with Susan.
"She'd throw me over if Terry Boot tossed her a wink."
"Parvati Patil."
"She was only going out with me to see what Lavender saw in me. Then she ran back to Lavender."
"Did she?"
"She would have done."
"I've been following the rumours, you've been chucking anyone you got anywhere near to get close to."
"So why are you trying to get close to me?"
"Maybe because, I think you're worth it," Pansy said. "What if I said that you're good looking, you're funny, you've got a decent job, a decent brain and I couldn't do better?"
"I'd think that wasn't your first drink," Ron said drily.
"What if I said, you were my ticket to some form of respectability, a spendthrift life of debauchery, and because you're a pureblood who's about as far from Draco bloody Malfoy as it's possible to be?"
"Well, eww but that at least sounds plausible."
Pansy sighed heavily.
"Pick whichever reason you like then but if you're scared people will run back to their old lovers? Well, I don't have anyone to go back to, believe me."
Ron gave her an old-fashioned look.
"I'm just saying, you don't have to believe I'm madly in love with you just yet. You've just got to believe that I'll behave in my own best interest. That I'm a wicked temptress out for myself."
Ron took another long pull of his drink which left it nearly empty.
"So you're asking me out then?"
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"Yes," Pansy said rolling her eyes.
"Cool. That means you're buying the next round then."
Rating: PG-13
Characters & Pairing: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson (past Ron/Hermione)
Word Count: ~ 800
Content: Angst
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Pansy approaches Ron as he's drowning his sorrows.
A/n: Written for
rarepair_shorts Spring Trope Challenge 2023 for the randomly selected trope of "Emotional Scars". Many thanks to torino10154 for brainstorming and beta-reading this.---
Ron Weasley sat in the darkest corner of the pub and nursed a pint of bitter, which matched his mood. He was at the pub so that if any of his family asked he could say, without actually lying, that he was back on the horse after his break-up and looking for a partner.
He was in the darkest corner so he didn't have to face why it wasn't really working.
A third of the pint was gone when something quite unexpected happened. Someone sat down next to him, placed a drink on the table – a tall fruity cocktail of some kind, festooned with fruit and straws and a miniature umbrella – and proceeded to take a sip from it.
Ron looked up. The person sat opposite him with a prim, almost haughty air. She was wearing a small scarlet dress artfully covered in a tiny black jacket. Her hair was lustrous sable and her lips were painted as red as her dress. Despite the prettiness of the picture, it was not a welcome sight.
"I can sit here, right?" said Pansy Parkinson.
"It's a free country," rumbled Ron.
"And you helped make it that way," she replied.
"Me?" Ron said with a chuckle. "I run a joke shop."
A joke running a joke shop, he thought. Not fit for anything else, am I?
"That's not true."
"You got me there. I help to run a joke shop."
Pansy frowned and took another sip of her drink.
"Quite the pity party you're throwing," she said.
Ron's ears burned.
"So you got dumped by Granger, so what?" Pansy said. "It happens. Get over yourself. Some of us have real problems."
"Firstly, I didn't get dumped. We split up," Ron said, taking a big swig of his beer.
That was true. Luckily, he didn't think that Pansy Parkinson read the sport pages and therefore didn't realise Victor Krum had started playing in the English Quidditch League at about the same time.
"And secondly," he continued, "what problems do you have? I'd like to know, you got away scot-free for saying what you did at Hogwarts."
"I wasn't talking about that. Merlin, I'd forgotten about that."
Ron made a gesture to say, 'well there you go then.'
"Look, you got with the love of your life and long time crush in a fiery blaze of passion, right?" Pansy said.
"And fell out again just as fast."
"Yeah, some of us don't even get that," Pansy said bitterly. "Some of us get strung along, and kid ourselves that some thing’s going to happen for years and years and then what? He marries some pretty young blonde brainless excuse for a Ravenclaw, who asks you to be damn bridesmaid. That's what."
Ron toasted her.
"My heart bleeds. I don't see what this has to be me."
"I'm obviously propositioning you, idiot."
Ron stared.
"Why?" he spluttered.
"Because you've already ditched everyone else that would have you?"
"Hey, that was mutual. I said, already."
"Yeah, about Granger. What about Luna Lovegood?"
Ron shifted uncomfortably. He'd gone out a couple of times with Luna.
"Well, she really wanted to be with Scamander, didn't she?"
"Bones?"
He had a late night dinner or two with Susan.
"She'd throw me over if Terry Boot tossed her a wink."
"Parvati Patil."
"She was only going out with me to see what Lavender saw in me. Then she ran back to Lavender."
"Did she?"
"She would have done."
"I've been following the rumours, you've been chucking anyone you got anywhere near to get close to."
"So why are you trying to get close to me?"
"Maybe because, I think you're worth it," Pansy said. "What if I said that you're good looking, you're funny, you've got a decent job, a decent brain and I couldn't do better?"
"I'd think that wasn't your first drink," Ron said drily.
"What if I said, you were my ticket to some form of respectability, a spendthrift life of debauchery, and because you're a pureblood who's about as far from Draco bloody Malfoy as it's possible to be?"
"Well, eww but that at least sounds plausible."
Pansy sighed heavily.
"Pick whichever reason you like then but if you're scared people will run back to their old lovers? Well, I don't have anyone to go back to, believe me."
Ron gave her an old-fashioned look.
"I'm just saying, you don't have to believe I'm madly in love with you just yet. You've just got to believe that I'll behave in my own best interest. That I'm a wicked temptress out for myself."
Ron took another long pull of his drink which left it nearly empty.
"So you're asking me out then?"
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"Yes," Pansy said rolling her eyes.
"Cool. That means you're buying the next round then."
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Date: 2023-04-18 06:35 pm (UTC)And thanks for your help. ♥ I've added a thank you to the notes that inexplicably left off when I posted them yesterday.