Title: Witching Hour Characters: Ron, Pansy Rating: G
"What are you doing here, Weasley?" Pansy Parkinson asked as she stood at the top of the astronomy tower, staring up at the night sky.
Ron sighed. He hated Parkinson. "I was told this was the spookiest place in the castle. And it is witching hour, so..."
"So you thought you'd come see if there were any witches?" She pursed her lips, eyeing him curiously. "Well, you found one."
"Indeed." Ron said, clicking his tongue and joining her next to the barrier. "Seen anything odd?"
Pansy shook her head. "No."
"Why are you up here anyway, Parkinson?" He turned his body to face her, and was surprised to see her blush and look away. "You're not embarrassed, are you?"
"No!" She said defensively. "I just heard..."
"What? What did you hear?" He folded his arms, smirking at her. He'd never seen her struggle to get her words out before.
"I'd heard Muggles have those silly superstition things, and I wanted to see if there was any truth in it." Pansy turned away from his gaze.
"Ahh, so Parkinson's interested in Muggle folklore, is she?"
Pansy scowled at him. "Don't you dare tell Malfoy or I'll have you, Weasley."
"Don't worry, Parkinson." Ron winked at her. "It can be our little secret."