Deal-Breaker [Ron Weasley]

20. Forgotten

Weeks later, Ron and I were in my room as he paced across the floor impatiently, waiting for me to finish getting ready.

"You would think that once you were in a relationship you would be faster..." Ron jeered, falling back on my bed dramatically.

"Would you really think that?" I asked, leaning in toward the mirror as I fixed my hair and stared back at my reflection. "I would actually think it would make me slower," I taunted, strolling over to where he sat behind me and leaning down so our faces were inches apart.

"Oh really," he smirked, his eyelids falling half shut as he pulled my face toward his and kissed me quickly. "Now get ready."

"I am," I whined, rolling my eyes and spinning back to face the mirror.

I quickly finished getting ready and the two of us made our way down to the Great Hall together, finding our friends to sit down with them.

"Hey, look who's joining us for breakfast!" Harry exclaimed, gesturing toward me. "What a treat."

"I know," I shrugged.

"What did Ron have to do for you to get you to come down, huh?" Fred jeered, punching Ron in the arm playfully. "Or do to you?"

Ron punched him back harder, but Fred laid off him and just laughed. Like we had decided on Christmas and proved to be true on New Years, Ron was definitely most likely to get in a fight for a stupid reason, and Fred wasn't about to test his brother's limits again.

"Anyways," Hermione interrupted, eager to change the subject. "I believe a very special day is today, is it not?" she asked, the question aimed toward Ron and I.

"Is it?" Ron asked obliviously. "What day?"

"Yeah, what?" I asked, neither of us catching on to what Hermione must've been implying.

"Your one month anniversary!" she cried out, like it was obvious.

"Oh!" Ron and I exclaimed simultaneously.

"We're not doing anything for that," Ron scoffed with a disgusted expression, taking a big sip from his cup. "Only weird couples do that."

"Yeah," I agreed, nodding along. "We don't need to celebrate ourselves every month just to prove our love for one another."

Which was completely a lie. I'd love to have celebrated and bought cute little presents for each other, but Ron insisted that anniversaries were stupid and reserved for old married couples, so I backed off.

The table stared at the two of us in silence, obviously confused by our calm reactions to the topic.

~

"I'm bored," he complained after classes that day as I perched on the side of my bed, concentrating hard on painting my nails.

"I'm not," I replied, not lifting my eyes from the brush and polish in my hands.

"This is boring for me," he whined, falling back on the bed. "Let's do something interesting."

"Okay..." I trailed off. "Let me paint your nails."

"What?" he exclaimed, sitting up now. "No way."