Broken {Ron Weasley}

7. Dreams

"In here," Ron whispered under his breath as he pushed his door open, looking around the hallway to make sure no one was around. "Quick, so no one will see you."

I giggled and slipped into the room as Ron closed the door lightly behind us, smirking and looking me up and down as he walked toward me.

He walked so close that our bodies were now pressed together, his eyes locked on mine as he looked down and shook his head at me.

"If we do this," he grinned, placing both his hands on the top of my shoulders and running his fingers lightly down my arms. "You're gonna have to be quiet. Can you do that for me?" he asked, lifting my chin with his pointed finger so I looked up at him.

My breaths were getting fast by the minute as my heartbeat increase rapidly at his touch.

"I asked you a question," he smirked, his hands reaching down to my hips.

"I think so," I exhaled, and he nodded before lowering and pressing his forehead into mine.

He trailed his hands back up my sides and up to my face, putting his fingers back under my chin and rubbing the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip.

"Ron," I whispered.

"Yes?"

I opened my eyes abruptly to see Ron standing beside the bed with his arms crossed and a knowing smirk plastered across his face.

"Can I help you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"Uh, no," I muttered, blinking a few times as my eyes adjusted to the light pouring in through Ron's bedroom windows. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You said my name," he chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow as I did a terrible job of hiding my reaction to his statement.

I did not just have a dream about Ron like that and then proceed to moan his name in my sleep. That didn't happen.

But it most definitely did.

"Oh, did I?" I asked, trying my best to act clueless while I still processed the information myself.

He grinned and rolled his eyes, shrugging the whole experience off to dismiss it.

Unfortunately for me, the act of shrugging it off was much, much harder.

Because now, I am very aware that what most everyone in this household has been accusing me of is true.

"Hey, you know what I was thinking about last night?" he said suddenly, disturbing me from my revelations.

"What?"

"You need to have your first kiss," he remarked, grinning at me once more. "At least before you turn eighteen."

"Why?" I whined, climbing out of bed.

"Because," he began. "I can't let you be an adult and not have kissed anyone."

"Ron, I'll handle that myself," I sighed, walking over to the doorway.

"I'm serious!" he exclaimed while following behind me.

"I bet you are," I exhaled. "But so am I. You don't have to help me with anything."

"Ron, y/n, is that you?" Molly called up from the living room. "Come down so we can start exchanging gifts!"

Ron shot me one last suspicious glance before trotting down the stairs ahead of me.

"Thanks for joining us," my mom smiled at the two us.