opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

a day to remember

Christmas.

A time for family, food and a banging fucking headache.

I woke up that morning, my gown still on and my makeup smudged to oblivion. Tracey had left late that night after many failed attempts of me trying to fight her family and convince them to let her stay the night.

So, I was left on my own in my grossly messy bedroom, the only company being the half empty whiskey bottle draining out onto the floor and the obnoxiously cold air flowing through the window - that I must have opened last night in a drunken hot-flushed mess.

Not without struggle from my dress, I turned to my side to see my clock read ten o'clock. And, I know what you're probably thinking, how could you be so heartless and miss that much of Christmas day? Well, my answer is because I do not care to see my family act so superficial, especially in the morning.

I knew that as soon as I walked down those stairs and entered the kitchen they would shove a couple of half-arsed presents in my face and the disappear for the rest of the day. That's why I decided waking up late would become a Christmas tradition and I would just blame it on Tracey making me drink too much. In fact, it was probably my favourite part of the day, sitting in my clothes from the ball and still being able to taste the horderves that were served last night.

However, my 'after-party bliss' was soon interrupted when my mother bursted into the room, no respect for the knock policy I had set up years ago - or at least attempted to set up.

"Breakfast was already served an hour ago," she complained, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed.

"I'm hungover" I mumbled, beginning to rummage through my trunk.

"Well I can see that Florence, I mean for Christs sake you're still in your gown from last night!"

"I'll be down in a second mother, stop with your whining would you" I sighed, still trying to retrieve Weasley's jumper from my trunk.

"One day you'll regret talking back young lady" she muttered, closing my door harshly and walking out towards the kitchen - where I presumed my also angry father would be sitting.

"Finally," I muttered, as I pulled his jumper from my belongings - taking a creepily long inhale of the material, hoping to find somewhat of a comfort from the smell. I just knew that if Tracey or any of the others were here they would take the absolute piss.

I slipped off my gown from last night, using my wand to unzip the back, and pulled his hoodie over my body. I threw on a pair of jogging bottoms and made my way downstairs to the kitchen, hoping that my breakfast wasn't already cleared - though, knowing the elf he probably would have. However, I continued my descent down the stairs, brushing my hair through my hands as I did.

In hindsight, I probably should've bought my parents a present. Maybe a quill, a decorative candle or maybe even divorce papers. But, as I entered the kitchen empty handed, I smiled and ran over to my plate that wasn't already cleared - instantly taking a bite of a pancake.

"These are rock-hard" I groaned with a full mouth, hitting the pancake against the glass table.

"Well maybe if you had bothered to get up at a reasonable time" my father commented, as if I needed his input as well.

"I thought Christmas was supposed to be fun, why are you both nagging me?" I moaned, throwing the pancake back onto my plate.

"We aren't nagging, we're merely helping you learn"

"Helping me learn what exactly? How to make pancakes? Or how to stop hangovers, because if you have a potion to help that please do enlighten" I smiled sarcastically as I felt their anger practically radiate throughout the room, my father's face becoming a deep shade of crimson.