Deal-Breaker [Ron Weasley]

8. Early Mornings

I woke groggily up to a pounding headache and a surge of nausea. I sat up slowly as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.

It was still dark outside.

I groaned and leaned over to the table beside my bed to check the time. Sure enough, it was barely three in the morning.

I put my head in my hands as the horrifying memories of last night came flooding back into my head. Realizing I have feelings for Ron, Ron and Celeste kissing, me being an idiot and kissing Dean, Dean publicly rejecting me, getting so drunk I passed out, Ron having to take me back to my room—

Shit. Ron was in my bed right now.

I snapped my head to the side to see Ron sleeping next to me, his mouth hanging open and his arms sprawled out to the side as he snored obnoxiously loud.

And here I sat next to him in only my bra and underwear.

Why is drunk me such an idiot?

I threw the covers to the side as my eyes fell on the pile of clothes I'd thrown on the floor earlier. I quickly threw them on before I climbed back into bed, doing my best not to disturb Ron as he slept so... peacefully.

I couldn't lie back down, I was too nauseous. I had to prop up my pillows so that I could sit up in the most comfortable position possible.

Suddenly, a terrible sensation fell over me as I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, kneeling in front of the toilet immediately.

" 'Won't be hungover' my ass" came Ron's raspy voice from behind me. I turned my head to see him standing in the doorway of my bathroom, rubbing his eyes and smirking ever so slightly.

"Shut up," I groaned, leaning against the toilet. "You don't have to rub it in. I already feel awful."

"Can't say I'm surprised," Ron replied breathily, approaching me and kneeling behind where I sat. "Now can you tell me why you drank so much?"

"Because I made a complete fool out of myself," I shot. "Don't you remember?"

"It wasn't that bad," Ron tried to comfort me.

"It was pretty bad," I replied, turning to look up at him as he grinned down at me, still on his knees behind me.

"Here, I'll get you some water," he offered, standing up and walking over to the sink to grab a cup. "You know, this probably isn't the best time, but I'd like to point out that I'm closer to winning the bet currently," he added, the knob of the faucet squeaking as he twisted it.

"I'm aware," I groaned weakly, mustering all my strength to stand up and waltz over to the counter in the bathroom and take the cup from Ron's hands. "Thanks."

"I see you put on some clothes," he jeered, looking me up and down before bursting into laughter.

"Don't remind me of anything from last night anymore. I'd prefer to forget it," I mumbled, trudging back out into my room.

"Fine, fine. I'll humor you, but only because you're sick," he teased, following me back out while smirking at me sinisterly. I narrowed my eyes back at him and gave him a phony grin in return.

The next few moments passed in silence as I sipped on my water sitting cross-legged on my bed, Ron seated next to me. He was staring at me for a while before I burst out laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he answered quickly, running one hand through his hair. "Hey, it's Christmas Eve!"

"Merry Christmas Eve," I responded, shaking my head and smiling at him.

"Happy Christmas Eve," he shot back immediately.