opposites attract ~ ron weasley x oc

just like rabbits

*smut warning*

It had only been just under a week since Ron had asked me the all important question, and I had come dangerously close to having sex on a picnic blanket, but to say it was making a difference was an understatement.

After making our 'thing' official he had since taken it upon himself to send me multiple sneaky letters during class, save bites of his food when eating together in the common room and stay over at my dorm almost every night.

Along with that though, something else had also changed too, something Tracey was especially happy about. Because, after our date those letters were becoming a lot more explicit than before. And, not that I needed much more from him, we had also been going at it like crazy (the letters helping a great deal).

Whenever there was a free for the library or even just a thoroughly planned bathroom break, we would fuck. I would tell my friends I had a stomach ache and Ron would complain to those around him that his brothers had given him another concoction and from there it just stemmed.

At first it had surprised me, both the fact that he was willing to sneak out when Hermione was his best friend and also the fact that his stamina was so strong. Though that surprise soon wore off after three days and Tracey going on about the fact she was having sex with Cedric almost three times a day (putting my measly one to shame).

"Results today" Tracey smiled, rolling over in bed as she met my eye-line.

It was one of the first days Ron hadn't slept with me overnight in a while, both of us deciding it would be better if we met up later and he could stay with his friends. Harry probably needing the comfort, only finding out yesterday that he had fallen asleep during his Charms exam and that he could've missed a couple of pages. All of which was private information from Hermione.

"Don't remind me Trace, I hardly slept at all last night. Especially knowing the results are going to get owled to our parents this time, I can't even try to lie"

It was a new system they were trying out, which probably should've been implemented years ago. Or maybe it shouldn't have because then at least I would've got a wink of sleep last night and I wouldn't be going into DADA groggy.

"Oh stop, you hardly ever speak to your parents anymore anyway. It will make no difference to your life...and Molly wouldn't judge you for getting bad grades"

"Yeah, I forgot I was just going to insert myself into their family" I sighed, rubbing my face with my duvet as I wished I could stay inside the warm conforms all day and not have to see Snape drop my grades into my breakfast. And probably receive a howler in the process.

"Well after all the sex you two are having you might have to. Maybe start babying mini Flo at Burrow"

"Piss off Trace. You're so much worse than me and you've never got pregnant"

"Not how pregnancy works" Millicent muttered from across the room, clearly not tired enough to hold herself back from correcting me - even though I was aware pregnancy did not in fact 'work like that'.

"Don't worry about Tracey, she's just got baby fever" Pansy interrupted.

"And she's a git" I muttered under my breath, using the fact that my face was almost completely covered by one of Ron's blankets from home (having to bring it one night after the weather was particularly cold, not even our body heat able to sustain us).

"Whatever, you just wait, they don't call me auntie Tracey for nothing"

"I don't think anyone has ever called you th-"

"Anyway...what's got you looking so chipper this morning my fringed beauty?" she asked, staring at Pansy who looked very uncomfortable sitting a top of her duvet already dressed, hair styled and bag sitting next to her alongside her shoes.