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Ron grinned. “You cheeky little–” He planted both palms firmly on the ground, then moved forward to close the gap between them. 

In an instant, he had pressed his lips to hers.

Pansy tasted like sweetness and cigarettes. As soon as their lips touched, all rational thought ceased. This was so much better than their kiss during the silly party game last year, or their stolen kiss in the broom closet. This was real. It was a new beginning.

Pansy’s whole body reacted, closing any remaining space between them by boldly pressing her chest into his. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, Ron thought he might die of happiness right then.

Never had he experienced a more perfect moment. Ron’s movements were tentative, at first; he moved his fingers gently through her soft raven hair while his tongue darted into her mouth, her full lips caressing his. The feel of her supple lips parting under his was enough to make his knees go weak. Ron groaned; he felt his cock harden when Pansy opened her mouth wider to welcome him, her tongue reaching out to meet his own.

She let out a soft sigh as he pulled her closer, his hands trailing down her body to lay his palms on her gorgeous bum; he squeezed her arse through her skirt, and she groaned into their kiss, wiggling her hips into him. 

Gods, her arse is perfect.

Ron gazed down in awe as his hands roamed over her soft skin, hardly believing that such a beauty could want him. 

Too fast, Ron thought, Does she want…?

He broke the kiss and shifted so that Pansy was sitting on his lap. When he looked down into her wide green eyes, he found himself searching them for any sign of regret. Ron saw a cocktail of emotions in her face - fear, desire, uncertainty - and suddenly he couldn’t speak. They stared at each other in silence, breathless and panting from the intensity of their kiss.

Pansy’s whole body was on fire; she could feel Ron’s erection through his robes, and she’d never felt more warm and safe than she did in the present moment, wrapped in his embrace. She could see his nervousness written all over his face, and felt a slight tremble in his hands. His beautiful, clear blue eyes searched hers, the question he was too afraid to voice so clear to her.

Do you want me?

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Pansy didn’t think about what her friends would say, or her hellish engagement, or even the years of bad history that she shared with the strong, handsome redhead who held her so tenderly. 

Fuck it, thought Pansy, feeling reckless. If this is the closest I can get to happiness, I’ll fucking take it.

The answer is yes.

Pansy placed her palms on either side of Ron’s face and pulled his head in towards her for a passionate kiss. 

When Ron’s tongue gently pressed its way into her mouth, she let out a small sigh, her soft thighs tensing in his lap. Ron held her, gentle but firm in his grasp. He didn’t want to let her go. He spoke everything he felt for her into his kiss, everything he couldn’t say out loud: how beautiful he thought she was, how smart and sexy. That he would give her anything she wanted. That he would give up everything he had to make her his.

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Excerpt from Chapter 13 of Matched by Caughtinthefireagain on Ao3

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“I know what you’re thinking,” Slughorn declared with a sigh, his face flushed. “This is far too much for one person to handle, organizing this mess in one night.”

One person? Ginny was under the impression she’d be helping Slughorn organize a few shelves and files, not deep-cleaning the entirety of his musty, decrepit office by herself.

“But not to worry! Mr. Zabini here was kind enough to offer his help.” Slughorn smiled and swayed slightly, beaming at Blaise as if his presence was some fantastic thing. “Teamwork makes the dream work, as they say!” 

Ginny’s jaw tightened, realizing the old bastard was already drunk. She was tempted to tell Slughorn exactly what she thought of this ‘teamwork’ nonsense, but Blaise’s smirk caught her attention. He leaned against the doorframe, so tall his head nearly brushed the top, looking far too pleased with himself.

Red-faced, Slughorn wrapped an arm around Blaise’s much taller shoulders, leaning against the Slytherin for balance. “Now, you can’t use any magic–”

Ginny stifled a groan. How the bloody hell are we supposed to get anything done without magic? We’ll be here all night!

Her stomach dropped at the thought. Her gaze flickered to Zabini, who was already watching her with a wicked gleam in his eye, as if she were a gift he couldn’t wait to unwrap. 

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away. 

“–but I’m sure the two of you will manage just fine.” Slughorn grabbed the bottle of mead on his desk before pocketing an unopened box of crystallized pineapple on the coffee table. “If anyone can sort this mess out, it’s Hogwarts’ newest celebrities!”

Ginny’s lips flattened into a thin line. She focused on breathing through her nose to avoid pulling out her wand and hexing both of the men in front of her.

“I’m so looking forward to seeing the press conference coverage in Monday’s Prophet,” Slughorn gushed, oblivious to the growing tension in the air. “I was just itching to join you all yesterday morning, but Professor Dumbledore wanted the event to remain exclusive.” He sniffed, his nostrils flaring at the perceived slight. 

“But, sir,” Ginny interjected. “Didn’t Professor McGonagall tell you? I’m here to serve detention. Are you sure you want to leave us–” she hesitated, feeling the weight of Zabini’s heated gaze on her, “–unsupervised?”

“Of course!” Slughorn waved away her concerns with a sloppy grin. “I have complete faith that two of my favorite students will get the job done. I fully expect to arrive tomorrow morning to a pristine office–I can’t thank you enough for your help–and when I do, I’ll send word to Minerva that your detention is complete.” He turned to go, patting Blaise’s shoulder fondly. “I knew I’d made an excellent choice in inviting you both to join Slug Club. Can’t wait to see you at the next meeting!”

Ginny managed a short, halfhearted grunt in response.

“Of course, Professor,” Blaise said smoothly, stepping forward to escort the Potions Master out. “We’ll make sure the office is up to your standard by morning. Have a lovely evening.”

Slughorn nodded at them both before ambling out into the hallway, and with a final, knowing grin, Blaise shut the door behind him with a click.

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Excerpt from Chapter 17 of Matched by Caughtinthefireagain on Ao3

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first kiss

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late night studying in october 🍂☕️🎃📚

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A tiny library loop-ish mood thing 📚

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the slytherin common room & dormitories.

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i mean it’s sort of exciting, isn’t it? breaking the rules

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“honestly, don’t you two read?”

— hermione granger, harry potter and the philosopher’s stone

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Dear Diane, I’ll always be there for you. All the love in my heart, Lloyd.

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME | [ 5/5 ] tv shows: Stranger Things ↳ If anyone asks where I am, I’ve left the country.

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i feel a lil upset rn but that’s what happens when ur alive i guess

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