opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

the (sex) mission pt.2

Being back at home was, to put it shortly, fucking horrendous. I told myself that I would never come to this place unless it was a holiday (in which case it seemed a lot less torturous than staying at Hogwarts). It was a massive house and I was grateful to be so well off, but that was all it was.

A house.

There was no love present, it was no home and it was definitely not a place I would want to stay for long periods of time. 'Our' house was empty, both furniture wise and love wise. In fact I was surprised that my parents managed to keep their marriage civil when there was no entertainment here.

However, as I looked around with Ron's hand in mine I noticed his face plastered with what I could only call awe. His face seemed to light up when he stepped out of the fireplace with my hand, which told me that he obviously didn't have a house like this.

"It's bloody ginormous," he sighed, trying to take in every inch of the house.

I laughed. But not because it was a lie, fuck it was furthest from. I mean the windows were as tall as the ceilings and the amount of times our poor house elf had tripped over the curtains was obscene. I was laughing because he just innuendo-ed himself like a right dickhead.

"Oh is it really?"

His face immediately turned red and I could see his mouth fall open with disappointment in both himself and I.

"Wow. Rookie move" he smiled, now turning to meet my eyes after the red on his cheeks had died down and the only trace of colour was the soot left on his face.

"Very rookie of you sir" I grinned, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"On that note though, your house is fucking massive"

"Oh I know, it's almost ridiculous isn't it? I mean my parents probably spend all of five seconds together everyday and then break off into separate wings of the house - bit depressing when I think about it too much" I said, turning back around to view the cold house.

"You have wings?!" he yelled, voice breaking slightly in surprise.

"Yeah. How else do you think I survive through holidays?"

"I thought you just curled up like a little hermit crab and hid in your bedroom" he joked as I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Right, I didn't come here to get bullied by you. So if you would like to actually get on with the mission at hand please feel free"

"Actually think I would prefer to sit on this leather sofa that would actually hold my whole family instead" he shrugged, trying to throw himself onto my couch before I gripped his arm and pulled him back.

"You will come and help me Ronald or those letters won't be the only thing that'll go missing" I smiled, my earlier innocence now completely leaving (which I blamed on the energy of my house).

"Well fine, but only because you look hot threatening me with murder"

Those words seemed good enough of an encouragement as soon enough both of us were standing in my father's office - assuming that even if my mother had found the letters she would've given them to him anyway. Ron was just as stunned as before (if not more than when we entered the living room), looking at the multiple riches he had draped across his walls and the horrible wallpaper my mother had insisted on installing. The stench of whiskey was loud as we entered in addition to a thick layer of cigar smoke that reminded me just how old-fashioned my father was.

It was hard to ignore that was for sure. However, we did try our absolute hardest - taking pinching our noses shut as enough of a shield.

As swiftly as possible, I rummaged through the many drawers his expensive hardwood desk had and noticed many letters back and forth with Mr. Malfoy (which I struggled not to read) but none of them had the scruffy handwriting I was looking for and I really didn't want to spend more time than necessary in the awful brothel themed room.