𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓎𝑒 | Ron Weasley x Reader

✧ 05 | Who will you love?

You're chatting with Luna as the two of you stroll through the courtyard to head towards the dining hall for lunch after spending majority of your day in classes. You forget how tiring it is to consume so much information. But someone rudely bumps into your shoulder causing you to stop your conversation. You raise your eyes to your right to see a hard-faced dark brown haired Slytherin robed girl. "Don't get in Draco's way." The girl rudely spits out with anger. 

Your mind turns as you try to remember who she is. You try not to remember names for people you disliked. Like a flashback you recall this girl hanging around Draco and his goonies. Pansy Parkinson. Her and Draco are together...right? You don't observe the two long enough to know if they're in a relationship. If they are, Draco's close encounter with you will just cause drama you want no part of. 

"Rub that look of confusion off your face Y/N! How low of you to get close to someone else's lover!" Pansy raises her voice and now there's a few wandering eyes aiming towards you both. You tilt your head with knitted brows and narrowed eyes on the girl in front of you. You feared talking back to Draco but oddly confident against Pansy. 

Maybe it's because she's stating things as though they are facts. "I don't recall associating myself with Draco Malfoy. Seems to me someone's a bit insecu--." In a blink of an eye you feel a hard slap across your face. Audible gasps ring out in the now dead silent courtyard. Luna hastily grabs you by the arm to pull you back from Pansy. 

Pansy is seething with her flared nostrils and shaky right hand that slapped you. You feel the heat in your cheek form. Not removing your eyes from the girl, you speak up again. "Anger issues too. You both are so similar." The words fall from your tongue despite you mentally wanting to keep that inside. 

This time you easily snatch the girls wrist for a second assault on your face. Your eyes flick to her head girl pin attached to her cloak. She must have been busy giving a tour to the first years last night. Which may be the reason why she's furious to not have caught Draco in the act of his bullying habits. You try to recall if Draco was appointed head boy but you had tuned everything out after hearing Ron and Hermione's name. 

You feel Pansy roughly yanking her hand back from your grasp but you're stronger than you may appear. With dead cold eyes you stare into Pansy's eyes, squeezing her wrist tightly to the point she yelps. "You got me the first time but I won't let you hurt me a second time Parkinson." You put more oomph when pronouncing the letter P in her last name. The same way Draco pronounces Harry's last name. 

"What's going on ladies?" You hear the voice belonging to Professor McGonagall. You're quick to release Pansy's wrist before looking over to McGonagall. That's when her eyes widen and she gently touches your redden cheek. "Explain yourselves!" The frail woman darts her eyes from you and Pansy. 

It is Luna that speaks up after having been quiet this whole time. "Pansy Parkinson slapped Y/N, Professor." Luna's not one to be afraid to speak her mind. Which works in your favor because you've had enough talking now. Pansy's scrunched expression easily tells the truth. With an exhale under her breath Professor McGonagall looks over at Pansy.

"Is what Luna is stating the truth Miss Parkinson?" McGonagall questions Pansy. The now quiet Slytherin girl nods her head slowly. Shaking her head, McGonagall drops her hand from your cheek to dig her fingernails into her palms. "Five points off from the Slytherin household and another five for showing misconduct as a prefect and head girl Miss Parkinson." McGonagall easily reprimands Pansy's action. She then ushers everyone to clear the courtyard and head to the dining hall for lunch. 

Luna gently tugs your cloak sleeve to usher you to hurry along with her. You don't idle around Pansy for long. The girl looks mad enough to slap you again or worse. Once you're out of earshot from Pansy is when you speak up again. You reach to touch your cheek that stings still. "The girl is mad. Slapping me over something I don't even remember doing."