opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

gorgeous

*smut warning*

The morning after.

No, not the pill.

The morning after a party.

The time was filled with regret, embarrassing memories and mostly extreme sickness.

I woke up that morning on my own, the only warmth coming from the winter sun shining through our dorm windows. All the beds around me were empty and I figured that they must have gone down to the Great Hall for breakfast or they were shagging through the night - either one of them being equally imaginable.

As I looked over at the floor in which Tracey's clock laid I saw that I had just enough time to make breakfast if I took a brisk shower and jogged down the corridor instead of taking my normal slow stroll.

So, as the clock struck nine o'five I begrudgingly took myself out of my warm duvet, chugged the water on my side table that I knew had been there for at least a week, and made my way over to the bathroom - slightly wobbling as I did.

When I entered the bathroom the mirror was a grim reminder of my appearance, the reflection revealing a smudged moustache lazily drawn above my top lip and my tank top half off. Lower down I saw the dusty cargo shorts still hanging from my hips and I groaned, why the fuck did I not remove the things before I slept in my bed.

However, the clothes were no were near the baddest thing to come out of the night. As, when I looked up and reassessed my face I saw one of my ear lobes swollen and basically screaming at me to take the fucking thing out.

"Bollocks," I murmured, my hand slipping into the sink as I tried to get a closer look at my ear. It was infected, that's for sure - but hey maybe a shower would fix the thing.

So without anymore hesitation I jumped into the shower and turned it on hot, hoping that it may disinfect the poor thing.

Instantly I felt myself let go of a breath I wasn't even aware I was holding as the hot water rolled down my face, projecting off the shower cap Tracey had been gifted for Christmas that was covered in pictures of Cedric.

Thoughts left my busy brain and I felt myself reflecting about the night before. Tracey and I had literally 'strip' teased in front of a room of ten, Cedric got a boner half way into the performance and Ron absolutely bombed his joke telling.

Ron.

Oh god, last night.

What on earth were we even thinking? Was it the baccy rush, or maybe the alcohol? Was he even drunk?

Did he kiss me whilst I was dressed as a middle aged man?

It was a mess, a mess of questions and humiliation. Yet, I found myself blushing at the thought of kissing on the fountain. In fact, it was my first years wish to be kissed on that fountain, but back then the scenario consisted of Draco and his slicked back hair.

Oh how the times had changed. Instead of that arse wipe last night, I was gifted with that of Ron. And, although his hair was gelled back like first year Draco, it was in the best way possible because he dressed up specially for me.

I hated to say it, because it was cringy, but it was probably the most romantic thing I had ever had done for me - apart from the time Pansy offered to shave my legs when I had a broken arm. Though, that presumably didn't have the same romantic charge behind it.

"Shit," I mumbled as the water turned cold and my daydreaming was completely ruined.

I hopped out of the shower as swiftly as possible and sighed at the foggy sight of my mascara stained eyes in the mirror and the Cedric covered shower cap.