opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

ronnie

Two days. Two days is all it had taken for things to go back to normal.

After everything that had happened I hadn't even had a conversation with the boy. I wasn't sure whether it was because I was scared or he was, but either way neither of us appeared to be making much effort.

I had told Tracey and the others about what happened and she nearly shit herself when I then went on to tell her that we hadn't spoken since - to say she was angry at me was an understatement. In fact all three of them were rather pissed, trying to get me to spill the reason why I hadn't spoken to him since, especially after he called me 'the most beautiful girl he had ever seen'.

However, in all honesty I wasn't sure why I hadn't spoken to him. Maybe it was the looming words of my parents or I was just incapable of experiencing feelings, however I felt myself becoming resentful towards the boy after he made no effort to talk to me either. It was stupid really, of course, but I couldn't help wish that maybe he would be confident enough to talk to me first.

"You take the piss," Millicent said, shaking her head in disapproval.

"All I'm saying is that maybe getting drunk on a Tuesday isn't such a bad idea?" I suggested as they all looked at me with disgust and worry on their face, Tracey taking her hand to rub my back in comfort.

"I think it's a terrible idea,"

"That's because you're all boring. All I'm asking is if you will get slightly tipsy with me on a Tuesday so I can forget about the fact that every time I seem to give a boy a blowjob he runs off"

"That sounds more depressing then I think you wanted" Pansy added as I groaned at all of them - since when were they becoming pensioners?

"Fine, I'll get drunk on my own. No problems here"

"May I just add that sounds way more dep-"

"No! No you may not add" I finished, walking over to my cupboard and pulling out the whiskey I stole from either my house or a random party.

"Last chance"

"Fine, I'll come. But only because I don't want you to start crying on your own and also because that is the best whiskey your parents have"

From my house then.

So, as we left the others in the dorm Tracey and I headed towards the fountain outside, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a packet of cigs in the other. It wasn't the ideal way of expressing emotions that was for sure, but it would do for now.

The weather was dreary as we stepped outside, which seemed pretty fitting. Dinner had already been and gone so it was close enough to eight o'clock, the corridors were practically empty and everyone else seemed to be taking a much more responsible take on this Tuesday evening.

"Do you think I'm bad at sucking dick or something?" I asked, taking a swig from the already open bottle as we sat atop the slightly damp fountain.

"No, I think you're bad at expressing emotions though" Tracey smiled, refusing my offer of a sip from the bottle.

"Brutal you are Davis," she laughed "I know I'm not good at expressing emotions but things would just be so much easier if I could see into his head"

"I don't know why you don't just talk to her? Surely it can't be that bad, especially after you two got it on" Harry commented from his bed as I groaned into my hands.

Truth was, I was bloody nervous.

Obviously stuff had happened between us and god was it amazing, but after that she completely distanced herself from me and I wasn't sure what to do. Hermione had told me constantly that it was just as simple as going up to her and starting a conversation or even just hold her hand, yet it felt far from simple when she looked so powerful walking the halls.