Lost In You Ron Weasley

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟙- Bed and Breakfast

SMUT WARNING, I DIED INSIDE WRITING THISSHDHIDHOAHDKHSHDKH

-bit of a filler chapter-

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When suddenly donned upon me that we were on a potentially dangerous mission to save my missing child, a wave of grief flooded my body, and I felt empty. I noticed that everyone else seemed somewhat on edge, so I assumed they had realized it too. I felt sick thinking about how I managed to forget about what the purpose of this trip was.

I leaned on the window and watched as the cars drove by. Looking at the time, I saw that it was 11:00 pm. I lazily turned around slightly to see that Ron was deeply asleep, laying his head on the side of Harry's shoulders. Harry was looking out the window uncomfortably, not knowing what exactly to do, but it looked like he decided just to let it be.

Well, until Ron started drooling on his favourite grey sweater.

"OI!" He yelled, shoving him into Ginny's lap.

"Ew, piss off," she groaned, pushing him back at Harry.

Harry shoved Ron back at his sister, Ron still snoring and with his eyes closed.

This cycle continued for a while until Ron woke up.

"What... what happened?" He yawned, looking at Harry, then Ginny. They both rolled their eyes and looked back out their windows.

"Look, a motel," Hermione said, motioning us to look at the side of the road.

There laid a sketchy, run-down motel. The lot outside the building was, for the most part, empty, besides the three cars parked outside.

A bright neon-sign hovered in the air attached to a pole. In big red letters, it read; bed and breakfast. Under, in tiny letters, it read; 3 stars.

Hermione turned the car into the parking lot and parked, causing us all to jerk up and unfasten our seatbelts.

Ginny rolled out of the car, groaning.

"Finally," she grumbled, stretching her arms up to the sky.

Ron and Harry squinted their eyes and followed Hermione, Ginny, and I to the front door.

The lobby had an odour that reminded me of my great gramma's house, a sort-of flourish, musty scent. The floors were crowded with many different patterned carpets, all old-fashioned and ugly.

We walked through the empty, small room and made our way to the amber-coloured front desk. Rather-large paintings hung from the red walls. They reminded me of the ones at Hogwarts, without them moving, of course.

I rang the bell, causing a sleepy Ron to get startled. We waited for a couple of seconds before an old lady walked into the lobby. She was wearing a pink nightgown and looked slightly irritated.

"Um... er, could we please get a room," I started, before quickly adding, "The biggest one, if possible."

Her eyes widened, and then she frowned.

"Alright," she sniffed, grabbing a key from her desk.

I paid for the room, and then she led us up the creaky, wooden stairs. We came into a thin hallway, and the old lady brought us to the last door on the right. She unlocked it with the key causing the door to open slowly.

Ginny stepped in first, flicking the lights on and then walking into the bathroom. The room was bland, not that it really mattered. There were two white queen-sized beds, almost touching each other, a little desk with a coffee machine sitting on top, and a small red armchair.