opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

a cup of tea

Just like most mornings recently I woke up in Ron's arms.

After a lot of laughs, realisations and talking we had both finally fallen asleep - taking it that I was the first one to close their eyes.

And, although our night was everything I had imagined, our morning wasn't as much. Ron had clearly taken use of the bigger bed as all throughout the night I was being suffocated by either his body half on top of me or his arm thrown across my face. 

And, it seemed this morning was no different to last night.

"Fucking hell," I grumbled under my breath, Ron's hand strewn across my head and his legs in a full starfish shape.

I did love our mornings normally and I normally adored his peaceful looking face. But watching him lay there so peaceful seemed a lot more anger-inducing than endearing. Whilst I laid there sweating my tits off from his grasp, he got to sleep tranquilly. 

I tried my hardest to lay there, listen to his quiet snores, and be the loving person he thought I was. 

"Nope," the plans were ruined, I couldn't do it. I was just going to go downstairs and sit on more own for a bit before everyone else wakes up - it was only quarter past six. "Quarter past six" I choked, not used to being up this early like a psychopath "you little bugger, I cannot believe you've done this to me"

He rolled over in response, clearly done with my complaining this early in the morning. And, I wasn't exactly complaining, because it meant I could creep out of his bedroom without disturbing him. So, as slowly as possible, I pushed the duvet from off myself and slipped out of his bed, taking slow steps towards the door and then down the stairs.

The Burrow was weird this early in the morning. It was dark and nearly gloomy, but never un-homely, now that was something I don't think would ever be possible for the Burrow. It was full of so much love that even if the door was left open and the love was able to escape it would want to stay inside. It would be an understatement to say that I adored Ron's home because it was much more than that. It was envy.

"Flo?" someone whispered as I entered the lounge, completely withdrawn from reality as I dabbled in my thoughts.

I looked over from my place in the hallway to see Hermione sitting on what I assumed to be Arthur's designated armchair.

"Hermione, you alright?" I smiled, trying my best to be somewhat cheery this early.

"Fine, you?" she offered.

"Bloody exhausted and in need of a cuppa. You want one?"

"I would love one, I already have a cup here if you want it"

I grinned, grabbing her cup from the side of the armchair and leaving the lounge before heading towards the kitchen. However, on entry I realised that there was not in fact a kettle in this very 'non-muggle' house and that I would have to use my wand - which was not something I was planning on as I had left my wand on Ron's side table after using it to cast a couple of charms last night.

I managed to figure out a solution however, even if it was going to greatly embarrass me in front of Hermione.

"Here you are, I'm sorry that it's cold, you're going to have to warm it up for us both," she laughed "bloody left my wand in Ron's room"

"That's alright, I do love me a freezing cold tea this early in the morning" she joked as I rolled my eyes playfully.

"Oh shush, I thought I'd leave it to you seeing as you're so good at magic" I replied, trying to keep the rhythm of conversation going at risk of it becoming awkward.