A/N: This is just a cute little thing I wrote while lying in bed, sick. I honestly don't know where my inspiration comes from, especially with this one, but I hope you enjoy the story nonetheless. If you're simply a fan of Pansy/Ron, or just Pansy or just Ron, leave me some cool ideas for fics and perhaps I'll write some. Perhaps not, though... I suppose it all depends on your ideas, loves. Enjoy!

The Gryffindor, the Slytherin, and the Tiny Room

"Could you have made this any more awkward, Weasley?" the dark-haired Slytherin asked venomously.

"What do you mean, me? How is this my fault?" the red-haired teen questioned.

"If you hadn't been following me-"

"I was not following you, Parkinson! You stole my book!" Ron stated incredulously.

"Still, you shouldn't have followed me. Maybe then we wouldn't be stuck in this tiny room!" Pansy countered.

"It's not a tiny room. It's the Room of Requirement. It changes into whatever you want it to," Ron said, glad that Parkinson couldn't see his face. If the room turned into whatever someone asked for...

"W-well, I certainly did not want to be stuck in a broom cupboard with you! That's ridiculous!" Pansy stammered.

"Oh, really? So, it wouldn't bother you if I did this?" Ron asked as he "accidentally" rubbed his front against Parkinson's back.

"Weasley! What are you doing?" Hmm. Ron didn't quite know, himself. What was he doing?

Whatever it was, it got a reaction out of Pansy, which made it competely worth the repurcussions. He did it again.

"Ron..." Parkinson gasped. Oh, interesting.

"So I'm Ron, now, am I?" the red-haired boy asked, repeating the gesture again and adding a chaste kiss to the girl's neck at the end.

"I'll call you whatever you want as long as you don't stop."