~𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖~ ℝ𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

~Chapter 9~

~TW~

smut, degradation

I wandered aimlessly throughout my house as my mind was empty. No actual thoughts could get in or out, the only thing clouding my mind was Ron Weasley. 

I brushed my teeth and washed my face just like I do every night, but tonight was different. I could see the moon out of my bathroom window shining ever so brightly, and I just watched in awe as the moon seemed to stand out brighter than the sun ever has. A faint string of chimes played throughout the house as the time had clicked to 1 in the morning, causing me to finish up my skincare routine and walk back into my room. My phone that had been laying on the bedside was lit up with a text notification, from no other than "Carrot Head."

Carrot Head: Hey rat

Y/n: Hey smelly bitch

Carrot Head: I am many things but I am NOT smelly 

Y/n: You literally stank like sewage water I don't wanna hear it 

I smile down at my phone as Ron continues to type. The friendly banter had never gotten old, and now it's even better knowing that I'm pissing him off. 

Carrot Head: drop the attitude y/n  

Y/n: What are you gonna do fire pubes

Carrot Head: I was gonna ask if I can come over but

Y/n: You wanna come over?

I bit of excitement rushes through my body. He isn't actually going to come over, and I know that. Ron's a mommas boy, he would never sneak out of the house to hang out with a girl, especially in the middle of the night. 

Carrot Head: It's only a 10 minute broom ride to your house

Y/n: I mean I wouldn't mind if you came over 

Carrot Head: Alr ill be there soon

Y/n: Wait you aren't joking?

Carrot Head: No I wanna see you I'm sneaking out right now 

I slowly look around my room as I see how dirty it is and start to feel my anxiety creep up on me. 

Y/n he's just your friend there is nothing to be nervous about.

I quickly take the piles of cloths and shove all of them in my closet, hoping that will make it seem like I'm less of a slob. As I pass my mirror, I look down at my own outfit. Sweatpants and a hoodie. Great. I decide to just change my hoodie into a t-shirt, trying to make myself look more appealing. It improved my appearance a little bit as there was more of a shape to my body, other than just looking like a grandma. I had no idea where Ron would be coming from in the house, so I just prayed that he wasn't going to wake up my parents. 

I know that Ron was interested in me, it was obvious after what had happened today at the mall. And my god... the things I wanted to do to that man were insane. I don't quite know what he has in mind coming here a 1 in the morning, but I don't think it's something only a friend would do. As I stood in front of my mirror, I could see a figure slowly approaching my window. I turn around as I hear gentle knocks on the glass and the familiar smile looking right at me. 

"Hello darling," Ron giggles at me as he steps through my window and into my room. He lightly places the tarnished broom on the floor trying not to make a sound, and looks around my room. "I haven't been here in a while," He wonders, slowly walking towards the TV across from my bed. "Since when did you get a TV in your room y/n?" 

"Not that long ago Ronald you just don't have enough braincells to remember it," I chuckle and stand next to him. He looks down at me for a second, admiring me. He was beautiful. His face almost looked like a painting in the moonlight, every curve of his face captured so perfectly. "Um, so, can I ask exactly why you decided to show up at my window at 1 in the morning?" I smile trying to cut the tension.