𝓖𝓾𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓓𝓸𝓰𝓼

𝕲𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊

*Disco by surf curse*

               Hand in hand Ron and y/n went barreling down the completely barren corridor. The sound of Ron's sneakers slapping the cobblestone floor was music to y/n's ears. He had a tight grasp of her hand as the rounded corner after corner. Y/n had no idea where He was leading her. But, nonetheless the excitement filled her from head to toe and encouraged her to keep running.

"Ron!" she gasped, "We've been running for five minutes where are we going?!" She was laughing hysterically with joy, and scrambling for air.

    Ron didn't reply, instead turning around to look at her, gazing at the beauty of her blushed cheeks and now-tangled hair. Just as they were nearing the next corner, they stopped dead in their tracks as the heard,

"Oi!...Who's there?"

Suddenly, their breathing was much louder. Y/n could feel her heart beating in every part of her body. Their palms were sweaty against each other, but neither of them minded. Y/n rested her hand on the wall for balance, and the coldness of the stone spread across her fingers.

"Oi!" They now realized, it was Filch. His limping, sporadic steps growing closer. 

"This way" Ron ushered, leading her down a staircase.

    Y/n now had absolutely no clue as to where she was. The fact that Ron new his way around was even more astonishing.  When she was finally able to collect her surroundings, they had reached a stand-still outside. Their was a gust of ice cold wind, spraying the teens with small droplets of rain water. Ron sighed staring straight into the pouring storm. Turning around to face Y/n, he smirked as he took several steps backwards, straight into the gushing water. Y/n clapped her hands over her mouth and smiled back at his infectious smirk. She watched as water dripped down from his hair, sliding along has defined jawline, and dripping off the very tip of his chin.

"don't make me stand in the rain alone y/n" He said, extending an arm out to her.

    How am I not supposed to fall in love with this boy. she thought to herself. She gave in, taking his hand and surrendering herself to the monsoon from the sky.

    So, through the courtyard they danced, splashing in puddles and pretending as if they weren't skipping their last two classes of the school day. Then, the two noticed several lightning strikes near-by and decided it would be best to find some cover. The nearest place to them was the greenhouse. Taking his hand, y/n led Ron into the glass building.

     Professor sprout's Greenhous was always a sight for sore eyes. Walking in was like shifting to another dimension, looking and feeling like an Amazonian rainforest.  Ron and y/n stood in the very center of the greenhouse, staring up at the rain that was pommeling the glass roof. But, as Y/n looked back down she discovered that Ron was staring at her the whole time. 

Without a moment of hesitation, she put a hand on either side of his face and pressed her lips up against his. She melted into him. He kept one hand on her lower back, and the other wrapped graciously around to the back of her head, pulling her in to deepen the kiss. Their lips moved together harmoniously as the rain continued to bash against the Greenhouse.
Suddenly, a large bang erupted around them. It was Thunder. And it cause the very skin on y/n's body to crawl as she shuttered.
Noticing, Ron pulled away from the kiss, put held her even tighter then before.

"are you alright?" he asked. Innocently looking into her eyes.

"yes of course, just. it's just the thunder"

"It's alright darling" he said, "lightning probably just struck the quidditch pitch"

"yeah, all good" she smiled at him.

"speaking of which!" Ron stepped back about a foot from her, "I've got quidditch practice in a few, we should probably head back"

"Oh shoot, you're right! I was hoping I could sit and watch so I can prep for tryouts" She said, as they started to make their way towards the door.

"Alright y/n, but know that when you make the team, I won't be taking it easy on you."

*after the storm by kali uchis*

      That night in the grand hall, y/n found herself at the Gryffindor table. With one earbud in, she sat in between Fred and Lee and across from George. The smell of freshly baked biscuits and warm grilled chicken wafted effortlessly throughout her nose.

"...right, so out of no where Mclaggen comes along and nearly whacks my leg off"
    George was going off about a Slytherin quidditch player by the name of Cormac Mclaggen.

"He's bad news, Cormac" interjected Lee, "I'm not sure why but I always sensed something was sort of  off about him. And I don't mean just quidditch, there's definitely something else up"

    Y/n wasn't terribly engrossed in the conversation, but was more focused on the tips of Fred's fingers, which were trailing up her knee.

"Speaking of Cormac, do u think he plans on coming to the party tomorrow?" Fred asked, keeping his fingers, lightly on the top of her thighs.

"I sure as hell hope not" said George, withal a scowl.

"speaking of which, y/n" Lee snapped her out of her trance, "how's the playlist coming along"

      Fred's hand had now moved from her knee to her inner thigh. And instead of just using the gentle tips of his finger, he had his whole hand wrapped nearly all the way around her thigh.

"Oh great actually" she responded

     Fred used the strength of his hand to squeeze, attempting it get a reaction out of her. It worked, because y/n grabbed his wrist with both hands. Signaling him to not go too far. With this, he let go. And instead moving his hand to intertwine with hers.

"Of course it's great" said George, "your music taste is unlike anything I've ever heard"

"Thanks George" she said endearingly, "do you guys wanna come back to my dorm and, uh give it a listen?"

*Kiwi by Harry Styles*

"Well it's unlike anything I've ever heard, but I really love it" said Lee, smoke drifting out of his mouth as he passed a pipe to George.

    Something about seeing her new friends, all sitting around her dormitory was just so satisfying. Fred was sitting on the bed, lying back with his legs and arms crossed. He was staring up into the bed canopy and simply absorbing the music. Lee was lying down on the carpet in front of the fireplace, propped up on his elbows. And George was sitting by the window, his elbows resting on his thighs while he looked around the room.  George took the pipe from Lee.

"Wanna hit y/n?" Asked George.

"No thanks, but if you have a cigarette I'll take it."
        She didn't actually want a cigarette. But what she did want, was to provoke Fred, in any way she could.

"I don't love, I'm sorry" said George.

"Good thing," Fred piped up from the bed, "wouldn't want the princess getting lung cancer"

"I was hoping for heart cancer" y/n responded, "...actually"

       When y/n fell asleep that night, her bedsheets smelled like Fred. There was something so recognizable about his scent. It smelled like home, like danger, like safety, like maturity and like youth. Well, it smelled like cinnamon and fire whisky, but what's the difference.