opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

life is funny & so is your face

The weekend with my parents had been...interesting. That was for sure.

Along with the wedding plans, potential suitors and discussing my grades. I had also been given the pleasure of engaging in two meals with the Malfoy family. And, if that wasn't enough, I had also been made to send multiple letters to Draco discussing our weekend.

It was awful to be quite honest, and I made sure to share my discomfort with everyone by sending hundreds of letters explaining what I had been forced to do. Of course, Tracey wasn't all that interested, which was no surprise seeing as she was on a romantic trip with Cedric. But, someone that was just as passionate as me was Millicent who said that the mere fact I was being put into an arranged marriage of some sorts was disgusting.

Nonetheless, I continued, deciding it was easier to just go through with it than to argue - Ron having a couple of words to say about that.

"Still, what did Draco say in his letters?" Millicent pressed on, both of us sitting in our dorm room as the others went to collect something from Luna for our later evening plans.

"I don't know, he seemed just as uncomfortable as I was. I mean the boy did say outright that he could do better than me, I'm not really sure what I expected"

"God, what a prick." she huffed "I'm just so glad to be back to Hogwarts, Cho is dreadful at remembering to write"

"Really? I would've thought she would've been great at writing?"

"No way! That girl receives my letter, puts it on her desk and forgets about it" she laughed, cheeks tinted slightly as she thought about her lover.

"I know the feeling, Ron used to ignore all of my letters. Lazy bugger"

"He must've got better though, surely? It sounded like you two were ranting through words everyday"

"Oh he did. But it took a whole plan and a lot of fudge"

It all started the day of leaving, when Ron and I snuck off to the train bathroom.

 Initially it had only been to see each other before having to split apart at the appearance of my parents, but then it turned into hooking up and then, surprisingly, it turned into hatching a plan so we could keep in touch - both of us knowing how terrible he was at writing, and how terrible my parents were when checking all the addresses of my letters.

It wasn't the most fool-proof plan that was for sure, but we were horny and desperate so I couldn't blame either of us. With Ron training Pigwidgeon to come only at night and him making up a fake name, Mr. Reginald Augustus seemed to be doing an awfully good job at stopping us from getting caught.

"You used food to convince him?" Millicent laughed as I nodded, realising how ridiculous it sounded.

"You tried food-play?!" Tracey shouted, making her arrival known whilst further proving our point as to why Millicent and I discussed our business without her. Pansy not far behind, hanging up her jacket as she entered. 

"Jesus Christ Tracey, no!" I scoffed, her jumping onto my mattress as she grinned up towards me.

"What are you talking about then? Drink-play? Is that even a thing?"

"We were talking about sending letters," I finished for her, not wanting to hear anymore of her sexual ramblings so early on into being back at school.

"Oh, so no food-play?...Boring!" 

"I'm guessing you tried that over your weekend then?"

She blushed, giggling like a child. Which was enough of an answer for all of us to be completely honest. Except, of course Tracey couldn't hold herself back. "Maybe..."