Title: Hold Me, Kill Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me Pairing: Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Not my circus, not my monkeys Warnings: Subversion of faerie tales and Disney films Summary: Muggle children's stories were not Ron's strong suit. It's up to Pansy to teach him something new. Notes: Leigh asked for Ron/Pansy, full moons, poison apples, and ghost stories. Somehow the ghost stories became faerie tales. Pansy's outfit was 100% inspired by the Disney version of Snow White, but her version of the story might be far closer to Neil Gaiman's Snow, Apples, Glass.
"And exactly who are you supposed to be?" Ron asked, staring at Pansy as she strode into the room. She practically glowed, bathed in the silvery light of the full moon shining through the Malfoys' window.
Pansy was dressed to be noticed: a clingy purple gown showing off milk-pale cleavage, ermine-trimmed black cloak lined in crimson, scarlet lips and nails, and a golden crown in her ebony hair. A gilded basket of gleaming blood-red apples hung off one arm.
"I am the Queen," Pansy replied haughtily, then frowned at Ron's blank stare. "From Snow White. It's a Muggle faerie tale."
"I don't know that one," Ron admitted sheepishly.
Pansy snorted in derision. "She was a very good queen who protected her realm from her wicked stepdaughter. She used these," she indicated the apples, "to dispatch her enemies. They're poisoned."
"They're not really poisonous," Ron scoffed, grabbing one and taking a bite. It was delicious. "Are they?"
"Oh, they well and truly are," Pansy answered, fluttering her eyelashes. "The only antidote is true love's kiss. Or at least a passionate one."
Unwilling to test his theory, Ron grabbed Pansy and kissed her. Passionately, of course. Better to be safe than sorry.