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MY BOY ~ Fred Weasley

Pairing(s): Fred Weasley x Fem!reader

Warnings:Angst

A/N: requests are open, this is my first fic please don’t be mean

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My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.

Y/n and Fred had been dating for almost five months and for y/n it was the most amazing thing in the world cause she was totally in love with him, she knew he was the one when he first saw him at the burrow when they were 5 and since then he has always being her crush, so five months ago at the start of the 7th year when he confessed his feeling towards y/n she couldn’t believe it, at first she thought it was some kind of prank by the way he said it.

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5 months ago

“Y/n i have to tell you something that is a matter of life or death”, Fred said with a grin on his pretty face, she didn’t even was paying attention to what he was saying she was just too mesmerized with his beauty, “Are you listening to me ?, Fred asked seeing that she was not paying attention he decides to go straight to the point, “I was saying that you are my crush”, Fred said with a smirk.

Y/n was astonished everything crossed her mind, “is this for real?”, she said but Fred didn’t answer so she felt right to tell him the truth about her feelings, “Fred i’ve being in love with you since we met when we were five, at first it wqs just a silky crush but we gotbolder and got into hogwarts and i realized it wasn’t just a silly crush, what im trying to say is… im in love with you Fred Weasley”, he didn’t know how to react and he just said “i love you” and hugged her.

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My boy’s being sus and he don’t know how to cuss. He just sounds like he’s tryna be his father (Who are you?). My boy’s an ugly crier but he’s such a pretty liar and by that I mean he said he’d “change”.

Everything happened so quick, Fred didn’t realized how fast this was going and now they’ve been dating for five months, “When are you going to tell her the truth?”, George asked Fred not realizing someone was listening, they should have been more careful and not be talking this in the common room where everyone could hear them “I don’t want to tell her, is going to break her heart she is the sweetest girl i know”,Fred said with guilt on his face, “Freddie you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”, George said annoyed almost screaming,” Yeah? Well this would never have happened if you hadn’t made me do that stupid bet, it’s all your fault”,Fred said angry.

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5 months ago

“Freddie im telling you she likes you”,George said while laying in his bed in their dorm, “No she doesn’t,we’ve been friends since forever believe me if she liked me as more than friends i would know dear brother”, Fred said calmly and confident, “well then if you are so sure about that…”, George said with a grin, “Go on..”, “Let’s make a bet, 5 sickles that she is in love with you”, “you’re on”, Fred said with confidence and he was sure that he would win the bet, after all she knew y/n for years.

Fred was walking on the halls of Hogwarts and spot y/n a few meters away, he thought it was the perfect moment to prove George that he was wrong, but when she started telling that she loved him he didn’t know what to say, he couldn’t tell her that it was all a bet and that he wasn’t in love with her, so he told y/n that he loved her too, i mean he wasn’t absolutely lying right?, he did love her but not the way she wanted to.

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Y/n wanted to surprise Freddie with a gift from hogsmeade we wanted since forever but he couldn’t afford it, so she started saving some money to give it to him, she was so excited to see his reaction that she couldn’t wait to give it to him and going as fast as she could she went to the common room, she spoted Fred right away, but she heard something that she shouldn’t have heard, “Freddie, you don’t love her, you can’t be with her just for pity”.

She just stood there frozen, astonished, broken, without even realizing she started crying and sobbing, Fred and George turn around and saw y/n standing there crying, “y/n i can explain”, fred said with guilt on his eyes, she didn’t even bother on going away from him, she couldn’t even if she wanted to, Fred tried to explain everything to her but she wasn’t listening she was just wishing that all of this was a nightmare that soon she would wake up and hug Fred and he would comfort her and tell her it was just a bad dream that everything is alright but obviously it didn’t happen, she came out of her trance as soon as she heard Fred said “im sorry but im never going to love you, not the way you want me to”, she didn’t utter a word she just left and went to her dorm.

My boy, my boy, my boy. Don’t love me like he promised. My boy, my boy, my boy. He ain’t a man and sure as hell ain’t honest.

It has been 4 months since y/n’s heart have been broken, she tried to move on, she tried to fool herself into believing she didn’t love him anymore so she started dating other guys but nothing ever lasted, until she started dating Matt a slytherin guy, he treated her well, he was kind, sweet and always gave her flowers, he loved her and she loved him back but she knew she would never be able to love someone the way she loved Freddie.

Fred stood in the hall watching how Matt gave yellow flowers to y/n, her favourite flowers, everytime Fred smell those flowers it reminds him of her, her scent, her laugh and her beauty, he then realized he did loved her as more than friends, but know it was too late because she was happy with someone else and he wouldn’t ruin that for her, he fucked up and there was nothing that he could do about it, it’s not like he could go back in time and fix it all… or can he?.

You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye. You want me to be yours well then you gotta be mine. And if you want a good girl, then goodbye.

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/ Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters /Chapter 3: Ron’s Return/Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations / Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match/Chapter 7: Girl Talk /Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push/ Chapter 9: Mistakes and Love Potions/ Chapter 10: You Would Be Fine/ Chapter 11: Spell It Out/Chapter 12: Long Overdue/ Chapter 13: Always Want You

Chapter 14: A Magical End and a New Beginning

When you woke up the next morning, Ron’s arms were wrapped tightly around you and his snores were loud enough to wake the entire Burrow. Giggling at him, you turned around to kiss him on the cheek. At this, he started stirring in his sleep.

“Wake up, Won-Won,” you teased.

Ron groaned sleepily and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck.

“Never, call me that,” he said, his speech thick from sleep. His morning voice instantly made you feel hot and light headed.

“What would you rather me call you?” you asked, a playful smirk appearing on your lips. “Sweetheart? Lover of mine? Honeykins? Sex Wizard Supreme?”

“My boyfriend will do for now,” he responded, kissing your lips. After a moment he pulled away, pursed his lips and said, “On second thought, I kind of like Sex Wizard Supreme.”

You laughed, playfully nudging him off of you as he tried to kiss you again. In response to this, he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and attacked your neck with thousands of kisses. You were giggling and gasping under your breath when suddenly, Ron’s bedroom door was kicked open. Both of you froze.

In marched Ginny, Hermione, Harry, and the twins.

“I see we’ve come full circle,” Hermione said with a smirk once everyone got a glimpse of you and Ron, tangled in the bed sheets. You self consciously pulled the sheets higher up around your body to cover up for the fact that underneath the red comforter, you were butt-naked.

“Itoldyou this was where she was,” Ginny said, lightly slapping Harry on the shoulder.

Fred made a great deal of dramatically holding his hand out to George, who dug two galleons from his pocket and slapped it into Fred’s open palm. George glared at you for a second, presumably for making him lose his bet, but before long he was back to smiling and joking.

“You’re welcome for those fireworks, mate,” George told Ron. “Without them, I would’ve bet you never would have told y/n you liked her.”

“Bet? Would you like to make another? I could use some extra cash,” Fred said, turning to his twin with a smirk. George responded with an eye roll and a shove to Fred’s shoulder.

“Ron! You never told me you liked y/n!” Harry protested in disbelief. “I’m your best friend,” he added afterwards, obviously a little grumpy that Ron hid this from him.

You felt Ron shrug behind you, his arms still in place on your waist.

“You never told me you fancied my sister,” he responded. His voice was still deep from just waking up and it made you wish everyone would leave the room so you could attend tootheractivities.

Harry’s face turned the color of Ginny’s hair. Ginny, who was now grinning like an idiot.

“Come on then, Harry,” Ginny said, taking him by the hand and pulling him towards the open door. “Ron and y/n had their conversation, now it’s time for ours.”

Once they left, Hermione and the twins stayed grinning at the two of you.

“Get out,” Ron grumbled at them.

“Please,” you added with a sweet smile.

Hermione winked at you as she left. The twins followed, but not before shouting “Use protection! Wrap it before you tap it!”

Ron groaned at their words but you knew he was secretly as excited as you were when his bedroom door slammed shut, leaving you alone.

“So,” you prompted, rolling onto Ron’s stomach. His hands instinctively found their way to your hips, moving up and down the sides of your body, giving you shivers.

“So,” he replied with a smirk.

You leaned down to press your lips against his.

“Whatdoya wanna do on this fine morning?” you asked, mumbling the words against his mouth.

Ron’s hands trailed from your waist downwards, cupping your bare bottom.

“I could think of a few ideas.”

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After about three rounds of mind-blowing sex, you were reallymaking up for lost time, the two of you headed downstairs for breakfast. Well by now, it would probably be lunch.

Ron had insisted you wear one of his t-shirts, which had been exactly what prompted round number three, so you walked, more like limped(for obvious reasons), down the stairs wearing your jean shorts and his red Chuddley Canons shirt. His hand was pressed against the small of your back to keep you steady and it made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. You wished he would never stop touching you.

“Morning,” George said, lifting his mug of tea and smirking at you.

“Y/n!” Mrs Weasley said, brightening once she saw you. “You missed helping at breakfast this morning, but no matter, please sit down! We’re having sandwiches for lunch.”

You thanked her, sliding into the nearest chair, praying to Merlin she hadn’t noticed the way you were walking. Ron sat beside you and before long, the whole Weasley family was at the kitchen table. Plates of food were passed around and everyone started digging into the meal. Talk at the table was joyful and full, and you couldn’t have been happier. You were sitting around the table with the boy you loved, your best friends, and the nicest family you had ever met. It was in that moment that you realized, this was the happiest you had ever been in your whole life. All thanks to this wonderful summer, you knew more moments like this would happen again.

After lunch, you played a game of Quidditch with the family and after an astounding match (you had scored at least 7 goals) you found yourself under the familiar oak tree, playing wizard’s chess with Ron.

His knight piece had just smashed your pawn into a dozens pieces and you let out a low sigh.

“I’ve never been very good at this game, Quidditch is more my speed,” you admitted.

Ron grinned, happy to have found a game he could beat you at.

“If I let you win will you stay in my room again tonight?” he asked with a giddy look in his eyes.

You laughed, pushing his shoulder. The instant your skin touched his, it was like the same sparks from your first kiss were ignited again. Ron rolled over on top of you, cradling your face with his large hands as he kissed you breathlessly. You couldn’t help the sigh of happiness and love that escaped your lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

Rolling your eyes, you asked, “Won’t your parents get suspicious?”

Ron shrugged, kissing your left cheek, then your right, and finally your forehead before pulling you into his side. Now you were cuddling under the oak tree, the summer sunshine illuminating his red hair, and you couldn’t have been happier.

“Maybe they will, I dunno. I think they suspected us to be banging for years,” he replied.

“Such romantic word choice,” you quipped with a laugh.

He kissed your shoulder before responding, “Fucking, making love, bumping uglies. Whatever you want to call it, as long as we get to do it again.”

You laughed again and he joined in, the sound like music to your ears.

“I’m serious though,” Ron finally said, turning to you with a much more mature look on his face. “Not just about the sex thing. Even though that isvery good. But I mean in general.” His eyes scanned yours and you had the feeling he was nervous about what he was going to say next.

“In general?” you asked.

He nodded before continuing. “I don’t want this, us, to be a just summer thing. I’ve loved you for years, and I want to keep loving you for years. That means during our last year at Hogwarts, and afterwards.”  

You were stunned by his vulnerability to say that. In response, you kissed him, trying to pour all of the love and words you didn’t know how to articulate into the kiss.

“I want that too. I want you, too. For years to come.”

He grinned at that before repeating, “For years to come,” as he kissed you again. And again. And again.

the end.

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/ Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters /Chapter 3: Ron’s Return /Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations/Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/ Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match/Chapter 7: Girl Talk/Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push/Chapter 9: Mistakes and Love Potions/Chapter 10: You Would Be Fine/Chapter 11: Spell It Out/Chapter 12: Long Overdue 

Chapter 13: Always Want You

Author’s note: okay so this chapter is gonna be a little steamy…pretty much the entire chapter is literally just steam so if you’re not comfortable with that please don’t read this chapter! thanks! :) 

Yourknuckles hovered over the wooden door of Ron’s bedroom. They were shaky, and your heart was beating faster and faster. You had successfully slipped out of Ginny’s room after (of course) gushing to her and Hermione about all the romantic things that Ron had said to you. You were pretty sure they had seen you leave Ginny’s room during the sleepover, but they opted to let you have your fun.

And fun you would have. If only you could work up the courage to knock on the door.

You don’t know why you were nervous. Ron just bared his heart and soul to you outside a few hours ago but now standing at his bedroom door, you were racked with nerves. What if he changed his mind? What if you messed something up? What if you weren’t as good a kisser as he was? Juvenile thoughts, yeah, but everything with Ron was new and exciting, you couldn’t help feeling so inexperienced.

Before you could even decide whether or not to turn around and run back up the stairs, you heard a very familiar squawking noise. Dite. Perfect opportunity, you thought, before knocking on the door

The door swung open before you could even lift your hand away. Your knuckle was frozen there in midair as your gaze met Ron’s. He had changed out of his button-up from the party and was now wearing loose sweat pants and his signature Chudley Cannons t-shirt. Just the sight of him made your head feel woozy and clouded.

“I….uh…heard Dite, so I decided to come check on her,” you said, very awkwardly. Even though you knew how Ron felt about you, and vice versa, you still found yourself at a lost for words standing at his bedroom door. For some reason kissing him now seemed drastically different from kissing him in the garden.

Ron gave you a lazy grin.

“You came just for Dite, huh?” He asked, seeing right through you. Blush spread across your cheeks and you nodded curtly.

Before you could make any more of a fool of yourself, Ron gently clasped his fingers around your wrists and pulled you into the room, promptly shutting the door behind him. He then pushed your back up against the door and kissed you. Surprised, your hands flew to his hair and you deepened the kiss. Even though you had exchanged countless little kisses the entire night (you could barely keep your hands off each other), every single one had felt as passionate and important as the first.

Ron pulled away from you, his grin still playing on his, now chapped, lips.

“Still only here for Dite?” He asked, his eyes joking.

“Definitely,” you responded, taking every ounce of your will power to push away from him rather than wrap your legs around his torso. You walked over to the owl cage in the corner of the room. Inside, standing on straw and looking very smug, was your little friend Dite.

You stroked the top of her feathers with the back of your fingers, smoothing out the black heart on top of her head. While you were distracted by your pet, you felt strong warm arms wrap around your waist from behind. Ron leaned down to rest his chin on your shoulder.

“Do you think she knows? About us?” Ron asked, tilting his head towards the small owl you were petting.

“Oh, definitely. She’s practically screaming ’I told you so!’ right now.”

Ron wrapped his arms tighter around you as he chuckled. Your entire body felt warm with him wrapped around you. Wow, you thought. You could get used to this feeling.

He laughed again, kissing your shoulder while doing it so you felt his hot breath on your bare shoulder. You decided to wear a tank top and pajama pants to meet him tonight, and you were glad you did. His breath directly on your exposed skin was driving you insane.

“What’re you laughing at?” You asked, your fingers moving away from petting Dite and instead landing on his arm. You traced up and down his freckled limb, soaking in every bit of him.

“People always say I’m the dumb one, but I literally bought you an owl named Aphrodite and you still didn’t know how I felt about you,” he said. You could feel his shoulders jostling up and down as he spoke so you knew he was still laughing.  

Rolling your eyes, you turned around in his arms and were now facing him. Your fingers trailed from his biceps up to his neck as you wove your fingers through his orange hair.

“I didn’t want to assume anything,” you defended yourself.

Ron lowered his lips to yours. “I wish you would’ve, then we could’ve done this a lot sooner,” he responded. You could feel the shape of his words barely touching your lips as he spoke against them.

“Done what, exactly?” You asked teasingly.

His lips connected with yours once more and as he kissed you deeply, he slowly walked you back towards his bed.

“This,” he mumbled huskily when your knees hit the edge of the mattress.

Desire pooled into every pore of your body as you laid down on his bed, him hovering above you.

“Some privacy, please?” You said, regarding the birds in the corner of the room. Dite sent a wink in your direction as she flapped out her wings and took flight. As soon as your owls had flown out the open window, you dragged Ron’s face down to yours.

“Kiss me, Weasley,” you breathed.

And kiss you he did.

You thanked your lucky stars you were laying down because if not, your knees would have given out with the intensity of Ron’s kiss. His mouth was hot against yours, his tongue dragging across your bottom lip hungrily. You kissed him back with the same feverish energy, wrapping your leg around his waist in one swift motion. He grunted into the kiss, left hand coming up to tangle in your hair as his right trailed down your body, touching you in places you desperately needed him at. His lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, leaving hot wet kisses along your jaw line.

“Y/n,” he rasped against your skin, making you shudder under him.

Slowly, he kissed from your neck to your collarbone, relishing in the little moans you were emitting. His fingers bunched around the hem of your tank top, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nodded, letting him lift the material and smiling to yourself when he sharply inhaled. You hadn’t worn a bra.

“Decided to keep with tradition, you know?” You joked as his eyes drank in the view of you.

“I love you so damn much,” he said, his hands roaming over your body. His eyes bounced back up to yours and held your gaze. “You look so beautiful like this, all splayed out with your hair messy,” he said. He was looking at you as if you were the most magical thing in the world-and to him you were. Which is saying a lot, because he was a wizard.

“I’m sorry I ran out on you the morning after we slept together,” he blurted out. Wincing, he amended, “I mean not sleep sleep together, but sleeping next to each other, in the same bed, like we did.”

It made your nerves ease when you watched him get flustered around you for once, instead of the other way around.

“Why did you?” You asked.

His hands stalled their trek on your body and moved back to your chin, cupping your face. He did that a lot, holding your face in his hands so gently. It made your heart melt and other parts of you heat up.

“I dunno, I guess I’ve just pictured this moment, right now, what we are doing, for the longest time…and I wanted to act on how I felt so badly that night…but I was too nervous,” he confessed sheepishly.

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could look him deeper in the eyes.

“Apology accepted. Just don’t run out on me tomorrow morning, okay?”

His breath caught in his throat.

“You want to stay the night? With me? In my bed?” He asked nervously, as if he couldn’t believe his luck.

After glancing down at your bare chest, you looked back up at him.

“Well, obviously,” you joked.

He laughed through a grin and brought his lips to yours, before pushing you back into the pillows. Your head rested on his soft pillows and he kissed you again, making you feel like you were floating. His hands explored your chest while your fingers gripped the ends of his t-shirt, tugging it up slightly.

As if he could read your mind, Ron leaned back, quickly taking off his shirt and casting it away. Instantly, you attacked his shoulders and collarbones with hot, open mouthed kisses. You kissed every freckle, every mole, and every muscle on his chest.

Once you felt satisfied, you made your way back up to his lips, attaching yourself to them like they were water and you were dying of thirst. Ron eased you back to the pillows once more as his lips started kissing and sucking at the crook of your neck. You pressed you face into his red hair, the smell of cinnamon and apple filling your nose. He licked a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you groaned, back arching.

Ron’s fingers reached the drawstring of your pants, and he pulled away to look you in the eyes.

“Are you sure you want to do this? Because we can wait if you want,” he rushed, his words tripping over one another.

You pulled him back into a kiss, breathing through it, “Ron, I want this, I want you, as long as you do too.”

“I’ll always want you,” he replied.

His fingers dipped below your waistband. They immediately found their way to your core and you moaned louder than you expected, heat rushing to your face.

“Alright there, love?” Ron asked with a smug grin.

“Perfect,” you replied, moaning again, not really caring about how desperate you must have seemed in the moment.

The rest of the night was filled with the same rhythm, kissing and asking permission and unabashedly showing each other how badly you wanted one another.

This lasted for quite some time, but by the time Dite and Pig had flown back into the room, you and Ron were cuddling together, out of breath, legs tangled up in the sheets.

“Hello,” you greeted your owl. She gave you an approving nod before nestling into the straw of her cage, soundly falling asleep.

You turned your attention to the red haired boy laying next to you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His eyelids were heavy, and you could tell he was just as tired as you were. Taking out years worth of pent up desire and lust really tires a person out.

Ron pressed his lips against your mouth, your temple, your cheek, all the while mumbling “I love you,” against your lips, again and again and again.

You fell asleep to that mantra, heart full, hair a mess, and absolutely, blissfully in love.

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/Chapter 1: The Journey to The Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters/Chapter 3: Ron’s Return/ Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations/Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match/ Chapter 7: Girl Talk/Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push/Chapter 9: Mistakes and Love Potions/Chapter 10: You Would Be Fine/Chapter 11: Spell It Out

Chapter 12: Long Overdue

Author’s Note: okay i know the gif is romione but just pretend it’s y/n okay? okay! enjoy this chapter!

This was it, you thought.

Ron was towering over you, his hands cradling your face so gently it was as if you were the most precious thing in the world to him. He licked his lips slowly, seductively, and leaned even closer. Now your lips were almost touching. If you would lean forward just the slightest inch, you would be kissing. But instead of doing that, you waited, your heart in your throat and your knees weak, for his next words.

These next words, you thought, are going to change everything. What he says next will be years worth of pent up desire and longing and finally he was going to tell you he loved-

“Nice dress,” he whispered.

You remained still, stunned.

Ron broke out into boyish laughter.

“Ronald!” you yelled, slapping his chest with the palm of your hand.

“Are you kidding me?” you demanded, equally hurt and embarrassed while also trying to suppress a laugh. This was him complimenting your cheesy shorts instead of kissing you in his room all over again.

Ron laughed a little more, before turning back to you and almost closing the gap. Almost closing it completely, but not quite.

“What were you expecting me to say, y/n?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave lower as his eyes searched yours. The atmosphere between your bodies quickly changed to something more serious.

You shrugged. “Dunno, something a bit more romantic than that,” you replied.

Ron put his fingers up to his chin and pretended to think. He was back to his goofy self and no matter how annoyed you were with his antics, you still found yourself madly in love with him, faults and all.

“Alright,” he said, drawing out the word. “How about this?” His hand dropped from his chin to your waist, pulling your body flesh against him. Your heart skipped a beat and you knew that if he kept this teasing up, you were going to have a heart attack.

“Would you have wanted me to say that I’ve dreamt about holding you every night since we danced together at the Yule Ball? That every time I see you with Bill I get crazy jealous because I wish you would want me as much as you wanted him?”

He looked like he had more to say so you stayed silent as he kept saying those words that made your heart melt.

“Or would you rather me have told you that every single time we took walks around the Great Lake together back at Hogwarts, I thought about kissing you? Every damn time. Would you have wanted me to tell you that I keep every single one of your letters in a box under my bed because  I miss you so fucking much in the summer that they are the only things that get me through?” he said, a little breathless, cheeks pink, and looking more vulnerable than you’ve ever seen him.

“Would you have wanted me to tell you how desperately I’m in love with you?” he finished.

It was dead silent between you, the only sounds the distant fireworks in the sky. Their vibrant colors reflected onto Ron’s skin, his face turning shades of blue and red as the fireworks erupted. In that moment, he was the most breathtaking thing you have ever seen.

“Yeah, I probably would have wanted something like that,” you joked quietly, flashing him a small grin. He returned it.

“C'mere,” he mumbled, lifting your chin with his fingers as he finally closed the distance between you.

Even despite the fireworks exploding in the night sky, you could have sworn sparks were flying.

You had been dreaming about this kiss for the longest time, and it was already exceeding your expectations. His lips were soft against yours, but his rhythm was passionate. As soon as you connected, he had parted his lips, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Your lips molded to his and parted as well. He pushed your back up against the tree, kissing you harder, more passionately. Standing on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, Merlin he was taller than you remembered, you pulled him in closer. He responded immedietly, tender hands finding their way to your hips and squeezing lightly. And you continued like that, mouths connected, hands roaming, finally sharing the kiss that you had both been wanting for years.

You don’t know how much time had passed, it could have been 5 minutes, or perhaps an hour, but at some point you had to come up for breath. Pulling away from him, you leaned your head back against the wood of the oak tree as you caught your breath. Your knees were so weak from the kiss that the only thing keeping you standing up was Ron’s strong arms holding you in place.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Ron whispered, breathing heavy.

Giggling, you replied, “Probably not as long as I’ve wanted to.”

He leaned down next to your face and pressed a light kiss to your cheek. “I seriously doubt that,” he mumbled against your skin.

The fireworks continued filling the sky as you stood with Ron under the oak tree, leaning against one another like you were the only people in the world.

“Y/n,” he said, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. “I’m sorry that I’ve hurt you, I’m an idiot sometimes.”

Laughingly lightly, you nodded your head. “Yeah, you are.” He laughed too, kissing your forehead. Despite how happy and full of love you were in that moment, a question still nagged in the back of your brain like a parasite.

“Ron, why did you say what happened in your room was a mistake?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady but the words ended up quivering anyways.

He shook his head, trying to find the correct words.

“I didn’t mean that you and I, us, was the mistake. I meant it was a mistake for me to act like that when I was drugged up on Love Potion. I wanted our first kiss to be romantic, I guess, and in that moment I wasn’t thinking clearly enough to tell you how I felt. I wanted you to know I loved you before we ever had our first kiss.”

You were taken aback by his words. Ron had always come off as a goofy and silly guy, you never knew he had this romantic side to him. This only made you fall deeper in love as you grabbed his face, dragging him down to meet your lips again.

The second kiss was just as magical as the first, gentle yet passionate and as soon as it was over you couldn’t help wanting more.

When the kiss ended, you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms.

“So what do you say,” he said, biting his bottom lip and swaying you slightly by the hips.

“What do you mean?” you asked, melting into his touch.

“Do you love me back?”

Now it was your turn to mess with him, just like he did with you.

“Hmm, I don’t know, I’ll have to think about that one,” you said, your voice sing-songy as you grinned at him.

Ron rolled his eyes and brought you back in for a another breathtaking kiss. When you broke apart, he looked at you again, the question still in his eyes.

You nodded, pulling him closer, your lips ghosting over his.

“I love you, Ron, I always have,” you whispered against his lips. The smile that spread across his face made every single emotion of this rollercoaster of a summer worth it. He kissed you again. By the end of the summer, your lips were going to be so swollen and chapped but you couldn’t really bring it upon yourself to care.

As the kiss deepened, Ron’s hands squeezed your hips again and you moaned in his mouth before you could think of stopping yourself. He froze immediately, and you winced, wishing you hadn’t been so eager so soon.

He didn’t miss a beat. “My room, tonight?” he whispered, holding you closer against him. So maybe he was equally as eager as you were…

You nodded, before replying, “Your bed is always open to me, right?”

He grinned, kissing you in response.

Your brain was so full of Ron and his lips and his hands that you forgot there was a party going on behind you. The fireworks had stopped a while ago and neither of you had even noticed.

But you noticed now when you heard loud, boisterous cheering. You and Ron froze as you looked towards the sound of the noise. From across the garden, Fred and George were jumping up and down, cheering, and high-fiving one another. Next to them stood Harry and Hermione who were both grinning.

“Bloody FINALLY!” Ginny shouted at you. Her shout brought the attention of Mr and Mrs Weasley to you and Ron. Mr Weasley gave his son a thumbs up while Mrs Weasley gave you a loving smile.

“We’re never going to hear the end of this, are we?” he asked you.

Smiling, you replied, “not likely.”

Ron grinned as the two of you walked back towards the crowd, hand in hand.

Previous Chapters

Introduction/Author’s Note/Chapter 1: The Journey to the Burrow/Chapter 2: Hidden Letters/Chapter 3: Ron’s Return /Chapter 4: Nighttime Conversations/Chapter 5: A Morning Surprise/Chapter 6: The Quidditch Match/ Chapter 7: Girl Talk

Chapter 8: Aphrodite’s Push

Author’s Note: hi everyone! thank you so much for being patient with me & my writing!! it means a lot :) also, just so you know, this chapter gets a little bit steamy so if you’re not totally comfortable with that, please stop reading now. okay thanks! enjoy <3

Your eyelids barely fluttered shut before you were awoken by a strange pecking sensation on your fingertips. You groggily opened your eyes and were startled to see Dite sitting on your hand, pecking at your fingers in an urgent matter.

“Dite? What is it?” You asked, growing increasingly concerned at her hectic motions. Dite picked up your pinky finger in her beak and pulled it towards the door. She wanted to show you something.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” you assured her as you released yourself from the tangle of blankets you were sleeping with. Standing up, you stretched lightly, pulling down the tank top you wore to bed as it rose over your belly. Ginny liked to keep her room boiling hot, so you opted for a small tank top and pajama shorts. Your shorts were definitely a few sizes too small, rode up too much, and sometimes showed a little more skin than normally appropriate. However, they were a gag gift from Ginny so you loved wearing them. Despite being super comfy sleeping shorts, they were also decorated front to back with grinning photos of Gildeory Lockhart, with pink little hearts plastered around his head. You still can’t believe he sold his own face on merchandise in the form of sleeping shorts.

Ginny and Hermione were still sleeping soundlessly around you, so you carefully and quietly stepped outside of the room so as not to wake them.

When you reached the hallway, Dite fluttered up the stairs to the next story. In your half-asleep state, it was difficult to follow her up the many stairs, bumping your shins against the wood many times before you reached your final destination. Dite stopped and floated in midair right outside Ron’s closed bedroom door. Before you could even register her actions, she was beating her beak against the wooden door.

Hurried footsteps sounded behind the door before it swung open to reveal Ron, hair messed up from sleep and wearing only red striped pajama pants. Your cheeks flushed. Did he always sleep half naked? You wished he would have last night when you were with him. Is this normal for friends to think of each other like this? you wondered.

You were snapped out of your mildly inappropriate thoughts when Ron asked, “Y/n? What’re you doing here? What time is it?” His voice was thick and raspy from just being woken up and you felt a warmth travel from your heart downwards as you heard his morning voice.

“Um, I dunno. Dite woke me up, she seemed urgent,” you explained. Now, as you were more awake, probably from seeing Ron’s bare torso and abs and v-line, you came to realize that your reasoning for being at his door so late at night was probably not the best.

Both you and Ron turned your eyes towards Dite. She floated innocently in the air, looking between the two of you expectedly. As a long silence stretched out in the small hallway, she rolled her eyes (you didn’t know owls could do that) and flew into Ron’s room.

Ron shrugged. “I think she misses Pig,” he said as Dite flew into the owl cage and nestled next to Ron’s owl. You nodded, although you weren’t that easily fooled. Dite was smart, she definitely brought you here for a reason. The black heart on her feathers gleamed up at you from her cage and you knew she was sending you a message. After all, her name was Aphrodite.

“Can I come in?” You asked quickly and abruptly. Ron looked startled by your question, but his surprised expression soon changed to a concealed smile.

“Sure,” he said, so quietly it sounded no louder than a breath.

You stepped into his room, taking into account the rumpled bed sheets and messy floor. Ron closed the door behind him and did his best to straighten up.

As he started throwing dirty clothes into a pile in the corner of the room he said, “Sorry. If I knew I would have a visitor I would have cleaned up more.”

“I thought you invited me,” you said boldly, your playful side coming out. “Isn’t your bed always open to me?”

The moonlight shining in through the bedroom windows illuminated Ron’s face as he glanced at you. His grin widened and you swore your heart skipped a beat. Standing there, 4 feet apart in the room of the boy you loved, with him smiling at you like that, you swore there was no better view in the world. You palms were sweating and your heart was beating and Ron was suddenly a lot closer than before.

He was now standing chest to chest with you, he was so close you could smell his familiar scent. His bare torso was pressed against yours and your eyes fell from his face to his shoulders and you gazed at the freckles splaying across his broad muscles. Your stomach flipped as you felt a warm hand press into the small of your back.

Breathing seemed nearly impossible as you felt Ron lower his mouth to your ear. Hot breath fanned against your neck as he leaned in so close you felt his lips brush your earlobe ever so slightly. You had never felt so flustered in your entire life.

This was it, you thought. This was the moment he was going to kiss you or tell you everything you wanted to hear. The moment he would lean in, make you his, get close and tell you he loved-

“Nice shorts,” he whispered into your ear.

A surprised laugh erupted out of you as Ron broke out in laughter, stepping away from you and reclining onto his bed. Here you were convinced he was going to announce his deepest and truest romantic feelings for you, when in reality he was just joking around. You were beyond embarrassed, so you tried to cover it up with humor before he could sense your disappointment.

As casually as you could with your heart beating a million miles a minute, you leaned against Ron’s dresser.

“Thanks,” you replied, “I know you’re the biggest fan of Lockhart around, so I made sure to wear them for our nighttime visits.” Maybe joking about your odd ability to always be together at night when no one else was awake would make up for the fact that you longed to do lots of other things with him when no one else was around.

Ron laughed at your comment, the sound making you feel short of breath and light headed. How did he have such a strong effect on you? Did you have this same effect on him? Merlin, you hoped so because you couldn’t stand another minute of pining after him so badly without any reciprocation.

“Not likely,” he said, “after all, he is just a giant git who lied and stole peoples stories.”

You nodded, the fall of Gilderoy Lockhart at the end of your second year of Hogwarts was one for the storybooks. Ron had made sure to take every chance to boast to you and Hermione and any other woman who was taken by Lockhart’s golden hair that, “I knew it all along! He was always a crook!”

“Yeah, that’s true,” you conceded. “But he’s hot.”

A mischievous glint flashed in Ron’s eyes. A short silence filled the air between you before he replied. His voice was an octave lower when he said, “So is your ass in those shorts.”

Your cheeks flamed red. Ron has never, ever, complimented you so directly like that. If any other guy would have made such a forward and direct remark about your body, you would certainly have been annoyed, maybe even disgusted. But not with Ron. When those flirty words left his lips, which were smirking at you from across the room, you felt every inch of your skin heat up.

Ron’s eyes were practically undressing you from across the room, roaming over your body in a hungry manner. His intense gaze made you squeeze your thighs together as you tried not to stare at his bare chest that looked so inviting for you to wrap yourself around.

Glancing down, you realized how little skin you had covered in your nighttime attire. A sliver of stomach poked through between your Lockhart shorts and your thin grey tank top. Upon further observance, you remembered that you had forgotten to wear a bra that night. And Ron’s room was much, much colder than Ginny’s. You were embarrassed to see your entire chest was practically on display through your thin shirt, your nipples very noticeable in the moonlight.

Ron’s eyes never left your body but suddenly you felt nervous. You had never had a boyfriend or girlfriend before at Hogwarts so this was all new territory for you. Sure you flirted with a couple people, and they flirted back, but nobody had ever watched you with such intense eyes that Ron had right now.

Suddenly very aware and self conscious of just how much skin you were showing, you wrapped your arms around yourself to cover your chest.

You didn’t want to meet Ron’s eyes, so you trained your gaze to watch the floor. The only indication you had that he was getting closer to you was the sound of his steps against the carpet as he approached you. You kept your eyes fixed to the ground, and you only looked up when he was standing a foot away from you.

Afraid to meet his gaze right away, you let your eyes scan his body. His pajama pants hung low on his hips, exentuating the prominent muscles that shaped a V along the waistline of his pants. You swallowed hard and tried your best to not think about what that v-line led to. If you kept letting your mind wander to such territories, you weren’t sure you could restrain yourself from practically jumping into his lap.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that,” He said, his voice low and gruff. Your eyes flickered up to meet his and the intensity of his stare made you feel a little weak in the knees.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your voice high and strained, a clear indicator of how flustered you were.

He took another step closer to you. Now you were sandwiched between his chest and the dresser behind your back. You wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was beating in your chest.

“You don’t have to cover up around me, y/n,” he said. “Not ever.”

Gently, he took your arms in his hands and uncrossed them, to expose your scantily clad chest, letting his fingertips trail down your skin. Goosebumps erupted on the skin his fingers grazed over. His hands reached the end of your arms and he interlaced his fingers and yours.

If your friends thought it was suspicious you were laying in bed together last night, imagine what they would think if they walked in to see him, half naked, pressing you against the dresser while holding your hands. That was surely a sight that would cause a few questions.

At a lost for words, you could only stare at Ron. He was being so confident and sultry, was he always like this? Have you just never noticed? Did he act like this was Lavender Brown?

The thought of his ex girlfriend sent a pain straight through your gut. What was Ron playing at? you wondered. You think he likes you, but then he gets a girlfriend in sixth year. You think he enjoyed spending the night cuddling with you, but then he practically runs out of bed the next morning. You think he might confess his feelings for you, but then he just makes a joke about your shorts. You wondered what kind of switch he was going to flip after this moment.

Ron must have noticed your change in demeanor because his eyes dropped the intense gaze he held with yours as they swept across the rest of your face. His warm hands reached up to cradle your face, and you found yourself leaning your cheek into his open palm. Merlin, you were like putty in his hands.

“How’s your head?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. When you were standing this close, he didn’t need to talk loud for you to hear him.

It took you a moment to register what he was talking about. Your hand skidded up to feel the bandaid still pressed to the side of your forehead. “It’s s'okay,” you replied, still feeling way too many emotions at one time.

“It’s probably healed by now, you can take the bandaid off,” he said. How could he talk to you so casually when you were this close to each other? You could barely string together a coherent sentence.

You nodded and raised your hands to peel off the bandaid, but his calloused fingers stopped you by wrapping around your wrist.

“I can do it, if you want,” Ron said. He smiled lightly, “Mum used to always pull the bandaids off for us when we were little. She said it hurts more if you do it yourself.”

You smiled back at him, your chest warm as you watched him relive the memories of his childhood, playing in their backyard and getting scraped up and his family being there to patch him back together.

Nodding, you let him grab the bandaid with his fingers and peel it off. Shutting your eyes, the skin stung for a moment, but then the pain subsided. You opened your eyes to see Ron throwing the band aid in the nearby trash can, but still not letting any more distance come between you.

The atmosphere changed as Ron’s gaze settled on you again. One of his hands traveled from your cheek to the side of your jaw, trailing along the crook of your neck and stopping at your collarbone. His other hand remained cradling your face, forcing you to not be able to turn away from him.

His eyes flicked from yours down to your bodies pressed firmly against one another and then back up again. His fingertips traced light patterns against your collarbone and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his torso, feeling his bare skin. Your fingers felt every groove, every muscle, and every freckle on his side as you let yourself become drunk on him. Fingers feeling the muscle of his abs, you finally let yourself touch what you had been staring at all day during the Quidditch match. It was as if the air between you and Ron had been sucked away and replaced by only the burning need to feel one another, and memorize every inch and line of each other’s skin.

Ron’s fingers left the hollow of your collarbone and trailed to the front of your chest. His thumb lightly pressed against your sternum as he dragged his fingers along the valley between your breasts. This was a new sensation, taking your touching from “okay-maybe-friends-do-this-sometimes-I-don’t-know” to “this-is-definitely-a-no-friends-territory,” and both of you sucked in a breath.

He leaned his head next to yours, his lips reaching your ear once again.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will,” he whispered. A tingle spread throughout your entire body.

As he said those words that sent heat right to your very core, his hand trailed from your chest down towards your hips. He felt your waist all the way down to the grooves of your love handles and then settled on your hips. He gripped the sides of your body and you held back a small moan in the back of your throat.

If he stopped, you thought, you were going to absolutely lose your mind.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered back immediately. Realizing how urgent and needy you sounded, you added, “please,” to the end of your demand.

In response, Ron hummed underneath his breath as he continued grazing his hands up and down your sides.

“I saw you dancing today, in the living room,” he told you, his voice still husky with his lips pressed against your ear. His hands squeezed your hips once more and started to palm at the backs of your thighs. The material of your shorts was riding up underneath his grip, exposing even more flesh to his hands. “I’ve thought about doing this all day,” he said.

One of his hands broke free and trailed up to your face as he cradled your cheek once more. You leaned into his touch, his thumb accidentally brushing against your lips. Having any part of him that close to your mouth drove you crazy, and before you could think of what you were doing, you lightly kissed the pad of his thumb.

You heard him draw a sharp intake of breath and then press even closer to you. Your back was digging into the handle of the dresser, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. Instead, you focused on his thumb which was tracing the lines of your lips. You still weren’t looking at each other, you noticed, as his lips remained hovering near your ear. Maybe if you looked at each other during this rare and complicated moment, the feelings would disappear and neither of you would know how to act. This wasn’t something friends did.

Ron’s thumb traced along your lips again and the hand that wasn’t on your face was still caressing your hips and thigh. Deciding to be bold, wanting more, and needing more from him, you progressed past just kissing the tip of his finger. Now, when he pressed his thumb against the middle of your lips, you parted your lips ever so slightly.

His thumb entered your warm mouth, and he shuddered against you. At the same time, his warm hand transitioned from feeling your hips to fully grabbing your ass, kneading at the exposed skin under your small shorts. Your mind was drunk on him, and you were taking risks that you normally wouldn’t have even thought existed in the light of day.

You swiped your tongue against his thumb that rested in your mouth, savoring the salty taste of his finger. Ron let loose a small groan, pressing against you once more. Sucking his finger more into your mouth, you massaged his thumb with your tongue. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt something hard pressing against your upper thigh.

This time, you couldn’t help the moan that tumbled ungracefully from your lips. You had never been this turned on in your entire life.

Suddenly, an explosive noise sounded from upstairs.

You and Ron froze. His thumb was still in your mouth, and his hand was still gripping your bum, but neither of you moved.

Another loud explosion followed the previous one, this time accompanied by cheers from Fred and George. As if flicked on by a light switch, the entire Burrow woke up.

You could hear feet stomping and doors slamming open as residents of the house awoke from their slumber. The sounds of Mrs Weasley yelling at her sons for causing such a ruckus hit your ears. Muffled shouting from other family members followed.

Slowly, Ron lifted his head from its spot next to yours and locked eyes with you. There was a deep lust there that you knew your eyes reflected.

“Y/n? Where are you?” You heard a voice, Ginny’s you think, call from upstairs.

And with that, you and Ron sprang apart from one another. His hands left your body and you felt cold without him holding you. He took several steps away from you, his eyes not leaving yours until the back of his legs hit his bed.

Your eyes trailed down and you gulped as you saw a large bulge outlined in his pajama pants.

“Y/n!” Ginny called again. If she didn’t know where you were, she was going to keep calling. You didn’t want to move towards the door. You wanted Ron to say something, or do something, to get you to stay.

All he did was look at you, the lust still there but you noticed something else too. What was that? Your heart dropped as you felt him looking at you with regret. Regret. His gaze broke from yours and you felt hollow inside.

Before you could even fix your mussed up hair, you fled from the room. Your mind jostled with everything that just took place. Your skin was still hot from where his hands had touched you and you could still remember the taste of his thumb in your mouth.

That was the single hottest moment of your entire life, and he didn’t say anything to stop you as you ran out of his room. What did that say about how he felt about you? A headache started to form as you let all of these thoughts bombard you.

Your mind was so full of chaos that you ran right into Ginny in the hallway.

“Y/n! Where were you? Fred and George let off another explosion testing products and it woke everyone up. We freaked out when we couldn’t find you,” she said as she gripped your shoulders.

Her voice barely registered in your brain, you were still too caught up in the moments before in Ron’s room.

“Uh, I was, uh, in the bathroom,” was all you said.

She probably thought you sounded drugged because everyone else was half asleep, so she assumed you were as well. In reality, you were the furthest thing from it. Ginny nodded, taking your arm and dragging you back up the stairs and into her room. Once there, Ginny and Hermione got under the covers again and soundly fell asleep. You lay down on your makeshift bed of blankets next to them, but you didn’t close your eyes.

Your mind wandered back to Ron’s room and the events that took place. You hadn’t even confessed how you felt about each other, let alone had your first kiss yet, but you already had tasted his skin and let his hands roam over your body. And you had loved every single second of it.

You had no idea how you were going to face Ron tomorrow. How could you act the same around your best friend when he had heard the desperate moan you made? The desperate moan forhim?

Pressing the heels of your palms against your eyes, you tried to will sleep to happen. At least when you were asleep, you wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow. But alas, no such luck. So that night you stayed awake, rethinking the entire night with Ron and wishing more than anything that he would barge into the room and kiss you right now. But he didn’t.

So you let yourself replay the moments with Ron, just wishing there had been more.

Hello lovelies,

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without me? | ron b. weasley(request)

summary;you and ron say goodbye.

tagged;@partr1dge<3

word count; 1.6k

content;this is really fucking sad, arguing, angst galore, making out, mention of horcruxes, no foreplay y'all i’m sorry, unprotected sex (let’s say she’s on birth control), sad sex(smut), riding, fluff/angst.

a/n;i know this is serious but now i can’t stop thinking about all those fuckboy memes like “a haha….. fuck, without me?” also this physically hurt me to write !! i’m sorry anon, this is way too sad, and i know you mentioned them having their first time, but i hope you don’t mind that i changed the story a little so they were together for the ‘last time’!!

you and ron had been arguing, and yelling, and crying, for hours now. it wasn’t intense, nor heated. it was cold, it was brash, it was heartbreaking and earth-shattering. you could feel a harsh weight in your chest much akin to a gaping hole that made your limbs feel heavy, and your head hot. that made you feel utterly weak. your face felt warm and swollen from all the tears that had run down it, and his cheeks were flushed pink, face blotchy.

you think, now, that you weren’t really that angry, just desperate. you just wanted an excuse, to create an argument, an argument that could very well have been your last. and you wanted to make him feel the way that you did, being left here while he went off to get himself killed, at least a little bit. but not too much. merlin, you wouldn’t have wished this feeling of hopelessness on anyone else.

ron weasley had a strong heart, so strong that it chipped away at himself with every person he loved. his friends, his family, you.

and he had a strong head on his shoulders, determined, courageous, yet burdened by endless insecurity.

and you loved him.

your voice cracked for what felt like the millionth time, as the argument reached its shallow peak, where you two were just silent, before finding another reason to argue again, “why can’t i just go with you, please, ron?”

“you wouldn’t be safe! i’ve told you this, it’s bloody dangerous!”

“you say that as if i haven’t always gotten you out of something dangerous! i was there when you got those stupid scars up your arms, i was there for you —”

“i know, i know—”

“merlin, ron, i’m always there! i’ve always been there when you do stupid shit with harry and hermione!” you pointed to your side, as if an invisible audience were observing you, “why on earth is it — is it up to you to decide now that you want to protect me?”

“because i don’t want you to get hurt, not because of me!”

“well, you’re doing a pretty fucked up job of that.”

you both swallowed, then sighed heavily, sitting down on his bed. he sat, hands clasped in his lap, body tensed. you pressed your hands into the mattress, leaning over it and letting your hair fall down into your face. this was so messed up. reaching over silently, without looking up, you took his hand in yours.

“don’t go,” you croaked, “i love you.”

“i love you too.” he whispered, not trusting his voice not to crack if he spoke any louder. but he didn’t give you an answer. he didn’t need to. you both knew there was no turning back on his decision, that it was something he had to do, that it was something you’d have to accept.

sniffling, you finally lifted your head, looking over at him with tears blurring your vision. you picked up his hand in yours, brushing your lips over it, and shutting your eyes.

he took you in his arms, gently grasping your jaw and kissing you softly. when he pulled away, you carefully pushed him back to you, fingers ghosting the nape of his neck as you both tilted your heads, breathing ragged, cheeks wet. you could taste the salt in your mouth as your tongue swiped over his, not in a battle for dominance, but a cautious waltz of need.

you climbed into his lap, bending down to meet his lips, arms wrapped tightly around the nape of his neck, desperate to just be close. he clutched your waist, kissing down your jaw to your neck, not feverishly, tenderly — he wanted to memorise every piece of you, and guard it with his life. for you, he would. for you, it was worth it. it was worth everything.

sliding down your tank top to your hips, he placed more wet kisses to your exposed breasts, paying attention to the way your chest rose and fell, licking over your nipples and suckling gently on the buds as you slowly rolled your hips into his.

you didn’t want to think of it as a goodbye. but he’d left you no choice, informing you just a day before his departure that he’d be going to hunt for horcruxes to help his friends. and it was such a selfless thing to do, and it was so ron, running into a battle with no armour on. it was an act of wavering courage. yet you couldn’t help but feel fury burst through you, entangling with your worst fears, your pity, your desperation, your sadness.

you wanted to keep ron weasley protected, away from everyone else, away from hurt, away from the trials of life and death. it was unrealistic, but you craved it nonetheless, and you let that want course through your veins, blood burning. you could feel it in your wrists, at your pulse, at your throat, in your stomach, simmering. these were shallow, scalding waters that you waded through, knees giving in, heart giving out.

he moved you to the centre of the bed, taking off his shirt and letting it fall to the ground; you studied him for a moment, broad shoulders, freckled skin — you thought he was beautiful. then you eyed his arms as he leaned over you, covered in deep, white scarring, circling up to his bicep, the cause of the scars even having lashed out at his waist, licks of ivory decorating the sides of his torso. and, pulling your tank top and shorts down, his eyes devoured all the newly exposed skin too.

you didn’t speak — you couldn’t speak. your hearts were still aching and this was merely a distraction, a last dance.

he trailed desperate kisses down to your waistline, then hooked your panties down, kissing over your inner thighs, making you squirm. then to your hips, and your waist, lengthening the distance between you and what you wanted most.

not wasting another second, he kicked off his own pants and underwear, and slowly dragged the head of his cock over your slit.

he found his voice somewhere, buried in the pit of his stomach.

“are you ready?” he rasped, swallowing.

“mhmm.” you nodded, and wrapped your legs around him, hands grasping his shoulders as he eased himself in, just like he’d done many times before.

you groaned quietly together, closing your eyes and savouring the feeling one last time. you clenched tight around him as he set a slow pace, hips gently thrusting against you, both letting little moans slip from your mouths, throats dry from all the shouting and crying. the feeling of fullness enveloped you as he thrust in as deep as he could go, making you gasp and wrap your arms around him tighter.

“so good for me, love. feels so good.” he muttered between pants, the words only making you pulse around him tighter. you had a bizarre urge to both cum and hold off as long as you could so this would go on as long as possible, as long as you needed him on you, inside you.

the sex was soft, bittersweet, filled with random kisses, both rolling your hips against each other. sometimes with ron, it was urgent, needy, desperate, brutal. and despite feeling all of those things at once, you grasped onto each other and never picked up the pace, clammy hands and warm skin, quiet groans and pounding hearts.

“ronnie, i wanna ride you.” you mumbled against his lips, as he allowed you to ease off him, finally straddling his hips once he was slouched against the headboard. you lazily rocked your hips against his, dragging your soaked folds over his shaft, finally letting up and sliding onto his cock once he pinched at your hips and gave you a desperate look.

“fuck, y/n. so tight around me, riding me like that.” he groaned, warm breath fanning over the shell of your ear as you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, head buried in the crook of it, bouncing steadily and moaning every time the new position made the thick head of his cock hit your g-spot.

“i love you.” you groaned, hips meeting his and no longer bouncing, just rocking back and forth, rolling your hips against his slowly.

“i love you too. so fucking much. never wanna leave you.”

“don’t.” you sniffled again, eyes filling with tears once more.

“i don’t want to.” you began riding him properly again, slowly, as he met your thrusts, rutting up into you. the crack in his voice was evident, and you avoided sobbing again by pressing your head even further into his neck, kissing the pale skin softly.

moaning, you bit your bottom lip, “i’m gonna cum, baby.”

“cum for me.” he breathed as you obliged (without much choice), body twitching as your orgasm washed over you powerfully, eyes screwed shut, thighs squeezing against his.

sensitive, he kept rocking up into you slowly, shallow moans building up from the back of his throat, voice raspy, “gonna cum, shit.”

you felt the sudden warmth as he pumped load after load of cum into you, and you kept your eyes closed, holding onto ron tighter than you thought possible as his trembling hands caressed your waist.

“can we stay like this, a sec’?”

his cock began to soften inside you, and he mumbled against your shoulder after a moment, “yeah.”

so you just held each other, breathing and hearts slowing down.

you mumbled into his neck. “promise you’ll be safe?”

you could feel him smile softly against your shoulder.

“if it means coming back to you? i promise.“