𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

I tried my best to ignore the body hovering
over mine as I skillfully apply the transparent lipgloss to my lips. "Leave me alone."

You would think after three entire days of avoiding the conversation-tuning out when the topic was being brought up that Ron would finally stop pestering me about what happened.
But he obviously was not deterred easily-But I beginning to get annoyed with him.

"No I'm not gonna leave you alone." Ron decided on speaking to me, "You pouncing around as if there's nothing wrong isn't solving anything right now. Just let me explain exactly what I meant by it Rebekah."

I stuck the applicator stick back inside the practically empty tube, handing it too Ron since he seemed to need something too do. Leaning closer to the mirror, I began to clean up the edges of my lips with my finger.

Today was finally Fleur and Bill's wedding, Despite me being unsure of having a romantic
binding ceremony in the middle of crisis. I'd take any opportunity to stuff cake inside of my mouth that presented itself. Adding onto that, I couldn't even recall a wedding that id attended
where the groom and bride aren't being forced.
So I was a little excited for the afternoon.

And maybe that's why I spent all morning getting dressed up for the occasion; Half my hair was Dutch braided, small flowers that I'd collected from Ron and I's date (And charmed too keep alive) stuck inside of it. The other half flowed down to the center of my back.

Covering up my body was an silky strapless, pastel green-colored dress. Yesterday After realizing that I didn't have any fancy clothing,
me Ginny-and despite my liking Hermione, who had arrived earlier that morning-went to an dress shop in the muggle world. And upon seeing the dress I'm wearing now I practically threw all of my pounds at the cashier women.
Complimenting my dress was my usual bezel diamond earrings and beaded gold bracelets.
but I didn't wear the necklace that my father gifted me last year, not wanting too send out the wrong message to the guest.

Their already probably going to be gawking towards the fact that Rebekah Moons was at the wedding of an Weasley. And I just did not want to draw more attention than that.

I finger with the soft fabric, enjoying the feel. My gaze falling onto Ron through the mirror, I smiled playfully, "Do I look pretty?"

His eyes were staring right back at mine,
softening with a ardor look. When they drop, slowly examining my figure, I can't ignore the sudden way that my mouth ran completely dry. Ron was looking at me intensely - such strong emotion behind his eyes. Almost as if I am the only thing that mattered to him in the moment.
Ron rolls his tongue over his lower lip, raising his eyebrow's In response to me.

I see the way you look at her.

My cheeks warm up, I look off to the side. "Who even cares about your opinion?" I grumbled inaudibly while I turned on my feet, preparing to walk out of the room. "I don't need anyone to tell me that I have a nice face"

Before I could even move past him Ron grabbed my arm, turning me around to face him with ease. "Why do you do that?"

"Oh my --!" I screamed out, finally feeling myself snap with Ron's concerns about me. Shoving him off me he stumbled back,

Why does he keep wasting his breath? Why does he keep suggesting that we talk about it?
He bluntly said that I wasn't that important to him and I keep trying to him that I understand.
Even though I actually didn't and pained me to think about - me telling him that would make me forget, would make me move on.

"Why do you care so much?!" I shove again. Ron's jaw clenched as I reached to push him again out of irritation. "Why do you care that I don't care that you don't ca-"