HP 1- Bri, Abbie, and All The Mistakes

Chapter Three-

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esus Christ just stop! Chapter 3- The Midnight Owl

(I LITERALLY PRAYED BEFORE STARTING THIS BTW)

I took Ron's hand and led him out.

"Whhhhhhhaaaaa...." He faded off.

"Oh, come on. You're not that 'traumatized.' Are you?"I asked, turning to him and stopping him before he could walk any further. He stared at me for a while before dropping his head.

"No...I'm not..really...it's just-.."

"Just what?" I interrupted.

He looked back up at me. His cheeks were a deep red and his eyes were focusing on mine. They were everywhere but mine. I put my hand on his shoulder and forced him to look at me. He looked so let down...for some odd reason.

I sighed out my nose.

"What?" I raised both eyebrows.

He sighed and wiped his face.

"I-I don't know...It's just....They are doing it a-a-and we never!" His eyes fell onto my chest, my feet, then back to my eyes.

I face palmed.

"What?...Really? You're-...down because we never...do it?"

He nodded his head and half smiled at me. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Kinda stupid, right?" Ron swayed back and forth with his hand tucked in his pocket.

I put my hand up to his cheek and rubbed it. I smiled up at him.

At that moment, he picked me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. I run my fingers through his hair and kissed him on his nose. He gave me a sweet smile. One that didn't even seem to fade through the day.

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We both sat a little silently through dinner. Harry and Bri sat across the table from us, continuously checking me to see if I was looking back. After the 5th time Bri had glanced at me, I snapped.

"What do you want?!" I yelled, slamming my bread on the table.

It all suddenly got really quiet. I looked around and found everyone staring at me. I looked over and saw Malfoy snickering with his Slytherin friends. I sighed angrily out my nose. I stared back at Bri, demanding a response without words.

"W-we..I-I...Harry and I w-were just... thinking..." She stuttered and blushed.

I leaned forward over the table to them. I coughed and got really close and whispered,

"..I know what you two were doing, alright? And if you two sickos are wondering if me and Ron have..." I leaned up, looked all around me, making sure no one was eavesdropping.

"You'd be terribly let down that we haven't....alright? Drop it, you two.." I chuckled, trying to keep my calm, and sat back down.

Later that night, I laid silently on my bed, day-dreaming. Or well, night-dreaming....ugh, it's too hard to explain what the fuck I was feeling that night. I just couldn't stop thinking about what Ron had said earlier.

With my hands folded on my stomach, I turned on my side and looked at my surroundings. There, to my right, sound asleep, was Ginny Weasley, Ron's sister. She wasn't a brat, thank God, but she was sometimes in most of our personal space. And that's annoying. You know, when you're trying to get comfy with a lovable ginger, you don't want their sister barging in saying ahit like,