FIC: The Weasley Christmas Jumper [Ron/Pansy]

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Title: The Weasley Christmas Jumper
Author/Artist: scarletladyy
Pairing(s): Ron/Pansy
Prompt: Ron's taking Pansy for her first Weasley Christmas, but first, he has to get her into
the jumper :)
Word Count/Art Medium: 613 Words
Rating: PG
Contains (Highlight to view): *None*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/
Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: It's Pansy's first Christmas at The Burrow, and she isn't too pleased about
having to wear her Christmas jumper.

Ron ducks again, narrowly dodging the third
cushion that Pansy has decided to throw at him. She's shouting all manner of obscenities, but Ron
can't hear a word she's saying she's talking so fast. All he asked her to do was wear a jumper. His
mother's famous Weasley Christmas jumper. As soon as Molly found out about Pansy, she'd made
her one immediately, not wanting 'the poor girl to feel left out'. Ron thought it was a rather nice
gesture himself, but Pansy seemed to think otherwise.

"It is hideous!" Pansy screams, finally loudly and slowly enough that Ron can make out
what she's saying. "I told you I wasn't going to wear it. Why, five minutes before we're due to leave,
are you bringing this up again?"

"Because my mother will be upset if you don't wear it. Everyone else will be wearing theirs. You
won't look out of place."

Pansy raises an eyebrow. "I'll still look like a prat! Have you seen it?"

"Surely this is a good thing. It means she's accepted you!"

"Ugh." Pansy kicks the wall behind her and yells in frustration. "I'll stand out anyway. I'll be the
only one wearing green."

Ron lets out a little laugh, and earns a glare right back. "I'm sorry," he says, suppressing the
smile. "Your jumper is only green because you're a Slytherin."

"Exactly. I'm sure she's only doing it to make it obvious I'm not welcome, that I'm not one
of you."

"No, no," Ron says quietly, walking over to her. She's getting upset now; he can see the tears in her
eyes. She's worried about looking like a prat and standing out, and to be honest, he can't blame her.
Everyone else going will be wearing red. It couldn't be a more obvious divide if they tried, though
he knew it wasn't malicious on the part of his mum. "Sssh." He tentatively steps closer to her, wary
in case she throws anything. When he's sure she just wants a hug, he wraps his arms around her
tightly, embracing her. "My mum made it in advance so you wouldn't be left out. Believe it or not,
she does actually like you."

Pansy sobs a little. "You're sure?"

"Of course. I know my parents, don't I?"

"Fine," Pansy begrudgingly says after a few moments. "I'll wear it, but if anyone laughs..."

"...I'll hex them before they've finished. Deal?"

"Deal." Pansy pulls away and wipes her eyes, blushing. "But I'll remember this. Don't think I
won't."

Ron laughs heartily. "Don't worry, I'm quite aware you won't forget. You still won't let me live
down the fact that I forgot Valentine's Day, even though that's technically Draco's fault because he
said you hated it."

"Yes, well." Pansy scowls and picks up the jumper, looking at it with disdain. "You should know
very well by now not to listen to a word Draco says about me. It's all lies."

"All of it?" Ron asks, raising an eyebrow. "Even the time you—"

"Ah, ah!" Pansy holds her hands up to stop him speaking. There are a multitude of events that could
have followed that sentence, and Ron is certain Pansy doesn't want to hear any of them. "Help me
get this on, will you?"

Ron takes the jumper and pulls it over her head, down past her breasts to rest on her hips. He
smiles; she looks rather cute in it. She pulls it off much better than his other family members do.

"What? Do I look ridiculous?" She begins to tug at it, as if she's ready to rip it right off.

"No," Ron says, beaming from ear to ear. "You look beautiful."