opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

under pressure

tw : needles

It was a Sunday morning, two weeks after the, what Tracey likes to call, romantic day I shared with Ron. I had tried to tell her that it was more of a friendship building thing, but I think that was more of a denial on my part. Because, to be truthful, that day hadn't left my mind since it took place.

I was beginning to enjoy his presence and it wasn't just noticeable to me and him. The others had been bugging me for the past couple of weeks, saying that the amount of sexual tension between us two was actually causing Pansy physical and mental pain. However, it was hard to concentrate on their extremities when I was struggling with my own dilemmas.

Yes, it was nice that I was finally enjoying spending time with him. But, it was scary in a way. My parents had been sending me letters about any progress I may have made with their choices and I wasn't exactly sure how to tell them that a Weasley came before my third cousin in possibilities.

I had been spending more time with him after that night and I was now a proud owner of three of his jumpers - none of which he had brought up. It was nice, and I felt more and more comfortable with him as the time went on.

Nonetheless,

"I'm scared Trace" I mumbled as she sat opposite me on her bed. The others were either with their fling or at the library and I wasn't complaining.

"What exactly are you scared of though?" she asked, the question hitting harder than I would have liked.

"My parents. I mean, they were expecting me to marry one of their three and bringing home a Weasley wouldn't be ideal,"

"That's it? Your stupid bloody family are scaring you?"

"No, that's not all. I'm afraid he's not going to reciprocate the feelings or-"

"Well, we all know that isn't true" she chuckled lightly, still trying to keep her concentration on my woes.

"Or, or. What if it doesn't work out, I mean, do I even have feelings for him or am I confused?" I asked, speaking out loud.

"Okay, you know all of these feelings are normal right? Like, when I got with Cedric I was scared I may not make him hard a-"

"That feels slightly different" I interrupted, finding her (what I hoped to be a metaphor) rather amusing.

"Well, slightly but it has the same effect. Everyone worries about this stuff and you know if you don't think you like him then don't rush it. You've been a virgin for sixteen years what's a couple more months added to that?" she smiled as my mouth fell open in shock.

"You're such a bitch you know that" I said, pushing her arm.

"Okay, but did I help? That's the real question"

"I don't know? I mean I still feel scared, but mostly just confused with your shit metaphors and sexual undertones"

"Oh they weren't metaphors love, I can tell you that for free" she giggled as I cringed at the mention of her boyfriends 'winky'.

"Ugh Trace, why do you get to have a nice relationship with parents that let you fuck a Hufflepuff?" I groaned, coming back to a frightful reality as I pushed myself off my mattress.

"I don't tell them, there's your answer"

"You haven't told Sandra about Cedric yet?" I asked, turning around in my spot across the room.

"Sorry, you thought I had told my mother that I'm sucking off a golden boy every free period - yeah I don't think so" she laughed, collapsing back onto her bed.