Meet Me At The Black Lake ; Ron Weasley

chapter 15

   "I hate everyone and everything," Willow murmured into Ron's chest. The couple lay in their usual spot on that small hill overlooking the black lake.  They'd been coming here a lot lately to clear their heads.  They even tried to bring Hermione and Harry one day, but Hermione wanted to stay and study.  Everyone had different ways of coping, Hermione's was working until she couldn't work anymore.  Willow tried to get her to stop overworking herself, but Willow was too tired to push when Hermione said no. 

   This was the second time Willow had lost someone close to her.  The razor was extra tempting lately, but Ron was keeping her on her toes.  Ron was always there to keep her safe, even from herself. 

Especially from herself.

Blaise was the furthest he had ever been from okay. He was always in his room, only coming out for meals once a day. Willow once found him sitting with his legs dangling over the edge of the astronomy tower. He said he was just getting some air, but she had been keeping a close watch on him just in case.

"Even me?" Ron said, acting offended.

Willow looked up at him, a small smile on her lips. "I hate everything but you."

* * *

   "Blaise, open up," Willow called from outside the boys dormitory, hoping he could hear her.

   Blaise came trotting down the stairs until he met Willow.

   "What?" He said, rubbing his swollen eyes

   "Get ready, we're throwing a party."

* * *

   It didn't take much convincing to get Blaise to agree to the party.  Everyone had had enough of drowning in their feelings, and what better way to numb those feelings than partying?

   Willow and Hermione got ready together, blasting music and taking shots.

   Willow washed her hair and blowdried it, leaving perfect soft curls framing her face.  Hermione straightened her own waves.

   Once they were in their outfits and their makeup was done, the girls went to meet the boys, then left to the Slytherin common room.

Pink : Hermione
Black: Willow

* * *

   The party was alive.  Loud music filled Willow's ears. Flashing lights coloured the dark room, setting the mood. There was every type of alcohol and every type of drug. The room was full of people grinding on each other and making out, Pansy and Draco included.

Blaise, Willow, Harry, Hermione and Ron walked into the room already drunk from their earlier shots. Harry went to get them more drinks, and they drank until they couldn't feel their legs anymore. Willow's head was pleasantly foggy, and she roamed onto the dance floor, dragging her friends along with her.

They swayed to the music, moving their bodies to the rythm. The boys looked like chickens flapping around their wings, but the girls looked like goddesses.

In time, Neville came, high as a kite, handing around spliffs. Willow and Hermione both took one, inhaling and puffing out the grey smoke. They danced, they drank and they smoke.  They felt good.

Willow roamed over to find Ron, who was chugging a bottle of Smirnoff vodka. She pulled him aside, taking him to a corner of the room.

"Hey," he whispered, grabbing her hips and pulling her close to him.

Willow inhaled from her spliff. She didn't blow it out, instead she leaned in and grabbed Ron's jaw. She tilted her neck and smoke poured out of her lips into Ron's. Ron let his mouth hang open, letting the tendrils of smoke disappear.

Willow pressed her palms against his shoulders, pushing him backwards so he fell onto a nearby couch. He threw his head back as Willow climbed into his lap, placing herself in the perfect spot. The music was loud and the room smelled of drugs and alcohol.

Willow's hips swayed to the beat of the music. Ron let out a quiet groan, bringing a smirk to Willow's face. She looked away, avoiding his eyes. She didn't want him to see how much she was blushing.

Ron's fingers gripped her chin tightly, turning her head to force eye contact.

Ron's eyes stared into Willow's. His gaze was full of lust. His pupils dilated as he slowly attached his lips to hers, his hands holding her ass. He gave it a quick squeeze, making her moan into his mouth quietly.

"I love you," he said, running his thumb along her jawline. Her cheeks turned a dark shade of red.

He soon brought her in for another kiss, this one needy and hungry. She pressed herself against his growing erection, causing a moan to slip through Ron's swollen lips.

Willow's hips started to move against him as she continuously moved her lips against his. Her movements were slow. Too slow for his liking but he was too far gone to do anything about it. Her fingers laced through the hair on the back of his neck. Willow bit her lip so hard she was almost sure she could taste the blood.

Willow slowly and seductively brought the spliff to her lips, inhaling slowly. She brought his face away from her neck, pulling him up by his hair to bring him closer to her. Willow blew the smoke into his mouth like before.

"You're so beautiful," Ron said honestly as he pulled away from her, admiring.

   Willow kissed him again, then pushed him off of her lightly.

   "Come with me," she said, winking slyly. 

   They walked up the stairs to the boys dormitories together, and closed the door behind them.

* * *

   Willow woke up with a throbbing headache.  Her hair was all over the place, and she was wearing one of Ron's soft shirts.  Ron was sleeping soundly next to her, his arms wrapped loosely around her torso.

   Willow melted into his touch, letting her eyes fall closed again.  It was Saturday, after all.

   Willow felt comfortable, safe.  For the first time since she found Luna, she felt okay.  She felt like maybe things could get better.  She would help
Blaise move on and they would learn to live life happily without Luna, while still keeping her in their memory. 

   She had Ron, and he could get her through anything.