Harry potter smut

The Boys Bathroom // Ron Weasley

"Y/N YOU COME BACK HERE," Y/n was howling with laughter and running down the hallway Ron darting after her.

"I SWEAR TO GOD Y/N, I WILL PERSONALLY NAIL YOU TO THE WALL AND KILL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS"

She ran even further down laughing so hard she was almost crying until she stopped abruptly hearing something around the corner. It was Filch and his cat, Mrs. Norris.

Ron ran into her and grabbed her waist, and pushed her against the wall. "RON" she said in a harsh whisper. "Filch" she nodded her head toward the corner.

"Oh shit" he grabbed her hand and ran as fast as he could pulling her behind him. "Jesus, Filch isn't exactly the fastest man- WOAH OK" "what? what?" "relax Ron"

He was panting, his fist was clenched into a ball and the veins on his neck were standing out.

"I can't get detention Y/n, my mum would kill me" he was still holding on to her wrist, so tight in fact she was sure her hand was gonna pop off her arm.

"First of all, momma's boy," she said grabbing her wrist back and rubbing it with her opposite hand, "We outran Filch about three corridor's and a corner ago. Second, why are you so fucking mad?"

"I've JUST become a prefect, I'm not about to give that up." he said "Come on, someone might see us out here." he reached out for her wrist again but she pulled away, it was already bruising. "I can follow on my own, no need to bruise me anymore" "Come on then"

He set off at a fast pace trying to prove a point, but she was running out of breath and was tired after he kept turning about corners but she had stamina to spare. It was quite a challenge keeping up with him.

He was 6ft tall and mostly legs, it wasn't exactly a picnic trying to keep up with him. Suddenly he stopped and opened a door, "You first" as she walked in his eyes lingered on her for a beat before he pulled back into the corridor, looking from side to side. He walked into the boys lavatory closing the door behind him.

"Why are we in the bathroom?" "I don't know, it was the first place that popped into my head" he put his hand behind his head and rubbed his neck, the other hand on his hip. Something about the air and the was he was standing turned Y/n on.

"What exactly did you plan on doing in here?" she said looking around, "I don't know? You maybe." he looked around as she had done before her head had snapped to his direction. "What?" she said "You." he looked into her eyes "And do I know one thing, You heard me the first time." she looked down at the floor embarrassment flooding into her cheeks.

"Your hilarious Weasley. Top fucking comedy." He walked over to her and grabbed her wrist making her writhe in pain, holding it over her head. "Oh I'm joking now am I?" "I fucking hope you are" "Oh yeah?" he gave a deep laugh "You really are a terrible liar you know. I know you desperately want me to touch you. Even if it's deep down and you don't even realize." He was right.

She was aching all over, trying to restrain showing any interest. He had to make the first move. Otherwise it was all as good as a dream. And what if he had taken a leaf out of his brothers book and this was all just a sick plan to get her to admit to feelings.

She struggled under his grip, looking directly into his eyes and didn't say a word. Maybe that just made it all worse but it was better then blurting something unwanted out or even kissing him.

He smirked down at her and with his right hand he ghosted his longer fingers down her body, but didn't touch her skin.

He moved in closer to her, his perfect nose brushing against her forehead. He lowered himself to her lips and ran his thumb against her lips.