𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫•𝓡𝓸𝓷 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

29# Hidden Passions

[AUTHOR'S POV]

As Ron and Bella left the library, their hands brushed against each other, sending a tingle of electricity down Bella's spine. She glanced up at Ron, and their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Ron," Bella said softly, her heart pounding in her chest, "I don't think I want to sleep in my dorm tonight."Ron's gaze softened, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Me neither, Bella," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have an idea."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, Ron led Bella down a hidden corridor, away from the prying eyes of their classmates. They found themselves in front of a door that seemed to shimmer with magic, beckoning them inside.

"What's this, Ron?" Bella asked, curiosity piqued.Ron grinned and opened the door, revealing a cozy room bathed in warm candlelight. Soft cushions lined the floor, and a crackling fire danced in the hearth.

"It's the Room of Requirement," Ron explained. "I thought we could use a bit of privacy tonight."Bella's heart swelled with warmth as she stepped inside, her hand still entwined with Ron's. She felt a rush of affection for him, grateful for his thoughtfulness and care.

As they settled down on the cushions, Ron wrapped his arm around Bella, pulling her close. They gazed into each other's eyes, the air thick with unspoken words and unspoken desires. 

As the night deepened and their kiss lingered, Ron and Bella found themselves lost in each other's embrace, their hearts beating as one. With every touch, they explored the depths of their desire, their bodies entwined in a dance of passion and longing.

With gentle urgency, Ron's fingers traced the curves of Bella's body, igniting a fire that raged within her. She responded with equal fervor, her hands roaming over his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her touch.

With a hunger born of desire, Ron's fingers danced along the curves of Bella's body, each touch sending shivers of anticipation racing through her veins. His hands, rough yet tender, traced the contours of her silhouette, igniting a primal fire that smoldered deep within her core.

Bella's breath hitched as she felt the weight of his touch, electricity crackling in the air between them. With a boldness fueled by passion, she pressed herself closer to him, her body molding to his as if they were two pieces of a long-lost puzzle finally finding their perfect fit.

Her fingertips trailed along the lines of his chest, tracing the muscles that rippled beneath his skin with every movement. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her touch, a reassuring cadence that echoed the thunderous drumming of her own racing heart.

Their lips met in a fervent kiss, a collision of desire and longing that left them both breathless and wanting more. As their tongues tangled in a dance as old as time itself, they lost themselves in the intoxicating taste of each other, their passion consuming them in a fiery embrace.

In that moment, there was no past, no future—only the here and now, the raw intensity of their connection burning bright like a beacon in the night. "You sure you wanna do this? I am completly fine with cuddles. Wanna head back to Common Room?"

"I'm so sorry Ron, you must be mad-" "I could never be at because of a stupid sex, you mean so much more than that!" Bella thanks Ron and they head to Common Room.

As Bella and Ron walked back to the Gryffindor common room, their hands brushed against each other's, sending a shiver down Bella's spine. She stole a glance at Ron, whose eyes sparkled in the dim light of the corridor.

"Ron," Bella whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps. "I've been thinking about what you said back there, about us living our normal lives until the right moment comes." Ron stopped in his tracks, turning to face her. "Yeah, I meant it, Bella. We don't need to rush into anything. We have each other, and that's enough for now."

Bella took a step closer to Ron, the warmth of his presence enveloping her. "But what if... what if the right moment is now?" she asked, her voice trembling with uncertainty.Ron's breath caught in his throat as he searched Bella's eyes, finding a depth of longing mirrored in her gaze.

"But back there.." "Forget back there Ron, trust me." "Always." He reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Bella, I... I want you to know that I care about you more than anything. But I also want to make sure we're both ready for whatever comes next."

"And I am ready, are you?" "I am." In that moment, all thoughts of caution and restraint vanished as Bella leaned into Ron's touch, her lips parting in silent invitation. She felt the warmth of his breath against her skin as he drew her closer, his touch igniting a fire deep within her soul.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a culmination of months of unspoken longing and desire. In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the world around them fading into insignificance.

Ron's hands roamed down Bella's back, pulling her closer as their kisses grew more fervent. She responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him even nearer. They stumbled backward, collapsing onto the sofa, their bodies entwined, the intensity of their connection almost overwhelming.

Bella's hands moved to the hem of Ron's shirt, tugging it upward. He broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over his head, tossing it aside before returning his lips to hers with renewed urgency. Bella could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the strength of his desire matching her own.

"Ron I...-" "Dean?" Seamus Finnigan just screamed from the stairs and was now coming to the common room. "Damn it, Finnigan! Ron dress up!"