Stone Cold | Ron X Reader

Bye darling

"What do I take with me? I don't know where I'm going?" My mum looked into her wardrobe. The amount of clothes had grown since I had left at summer.

"Well I think your staying in the UK so just take a few pairs of jeans, a few nice tops and something extra nice just in case you go to a fancy restaurant." I shrugged, sitting legs crossed on her bed.

"Are you sure you'll be fine when I'm gone?" She asked, looking out her jeans.

"I'll be fine, Lee's just around the corner if I get bored. And if I set anything on fire, I know how the tap works." I rolled my eyes before climbing off the bed. Malcom was in the living room.

"Hey, Malcom." I got his attention as I walked in.

"Uh huh." He looked up from the paper.

"I wouldn't mind moving to your house. I mean at least when I'm over for the holidays we'd all have somewhere to sit." I said pouring myself a glass of water.

"Really? Oh, thank you." I heard him stand up behind me, and before I knew what was happening he had embraced me in a tight hug, causing me to spill water on the floor.

"Sorry, I know you hate hugs." He stood back, a grin still on his face. I gave him a little smile back and reached for the kitchen roll.

"Malcom!" My mum called through the house. He pressed his lips together hiding his smile and disappeared into her room. I laughed a little.

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"Bye darling! Please for the love of godric, don't flood the place." My mum kissed me on the forehead, reaching for her bag. I gave Malcom a little good luck nod before they apparated out of the house.

Right, party time. I lit the log burning fire in the living room, hoping to heat the house up a bit. I opened the liquor cabinet in the kitchen, my mum never checked it she just bought all sorts of things whenever she saw them and put then in the cabinet. And she didn't even drink that often so, she had no idea what was in the cabinet.

A knock at the door made me look up. Lee.

"Hello!" He called into the house, letting himself in.

"Goodbye!" I shouted back, taking three bottles of fire whiskey out and putting them on the counter.

"Right, I brought a fold up table." He entered the kitchen. I rolled my eyes as I turned to look at him.

"Put it there." I signed pointing to the open space that sort of divided the living room and the kitchen.

"Who's staying tonight then?" Lee asked, unfolding the table. It wasn't a big table and it was definitely unnecessary.

"Um, well the twins are staying at yours, right?" I asked him, sitting in the couch.

"No? I'm staying here." Lee looked at me confused.

"Well then, we have no room for anyone." I laughed a bit.

"The couch is a sofa-bed so that's two people, maybe three. My bed two people, just. My mum's room is three in the bed one on the armchair. Is that enough, I'm shit at maths?" I counted on my fingers.

"Whatever, if we get Fred drunk enough he'll sleep in the garden." Lee shrugged, opening the fridge.

"Do you always make yourself this comfortable?" I stood up, wondering what he was looking for in the fridge.

"She didn't make you any meals, she's gone away for three nights and she's left you to starve!" Lee stared open mouthed at the fridge.

"I guess I'll eat the money she left for me instead." I rolled my eyes at him, sometimes I wondered how he had made it this far in life.

A/n

Party chapter will be posted very soon. Probably tomorrow.

What does Malcom look like to you? I never included a description of what he looks like and it only just occurred to me that you and I will be picturing someone completely different.

See you in a bit