fresh cut grass & mint | ron weasley

III | sweet dreams

SWEET DREAMS
word count: 1,280
CQ: favorite harry potter character?
CQA: i can't choose

It's around 9:00 at night and the house is beginning to get ready for bed. You and Ginny are sharing the bathroom as she showers and you brush your teeth. You already changed into your pajamas, a big sweater and some short shorts.

"Alright Ginny, I'm off to bed. See you in the morning, sweet dreams." You tell her before leaving the bathroom.

You walk to Ron's room, the door is closed. You decide to knock because who knows what the boy is doing. You knock in a pattern that the two of your made up— it helps you to know when it's just one of you. He opens it and your greeted by a shirtless Ron.

"Come on in." He says stepping aside.

You'll never get used to his sleep attire. He sleeps shirtless with some pants on, quite a sight.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." He says, noticing your staring.

You feel yourself blush a deep red.

"Sorry, I didn't mean—" He cuts you off.

"Don't be mental, it's fine. Would you like to sleep on the floor or bed tonight?" He asks, changing the subject.

"Uh— um I can take the floor tonight." You say.

You go to feed Airi and make sure she has plenty of water for the night. You feel Ron's presence get a bit closer to you and he wraps an arm around your waist.

"I love seeing you wear my sweaters, especially when you wear them with shorts like these." He says, moving his hands down to right above your butt.

"It's quite comfortable," You turn to face him, only inches are between your guys' faces, "I enjoy your sleep attire as well." You say.

He steps a bit closer and you can feel his breath on your face. It smells of mint, as does yours from the toothpaste you all share. He leans in and kisses you roughly, you kiss back immediately. It as if the two of you had waited for this moment your whole lives. He walks backwards to the bed and pulls you on top of him, he reconnects your lips before pushing you off the bed.
You open your eyes to Ron and his brothers staring at you.

"Bloody hell! I didn't mean to shake you that hard, you just weren't waking up!" Ron says.

So it was a dream.

"Ronny boy thought you passed!" George says laughing.

You get up from the floor and sigh, walking out of the room. You go to the restroom and lock the door, after making sure absolutely no one was in there.
Why? Why did you have that dream? He's your best friend, nothing more. He doesn't even like you!
After a moment there's a knock on the door.

"Hey y/n, it's just me." You hear Ron say.

You open the door, he looks embarrassed.

"Sorry about pushing you off the bed. I really didn't mean to." He says.

"No, Ron I'm not mad. It's okay, I just had to wake myself up a bit, I had a weird dream." You say, smiling at him.

"Well, let's get dressed and then you can tell me about your dream." He says, taking your hand and leading you to his room.

He tosses a shirt over his head and pauses.

"Turn around, please." He says.

You laugh and turn to face his wall.

"Alright I'm done, you can get dressed now." He says.

You turn back around and he's already facing the wall, you smile to yourself. You change into a dress (see dress above) and tie your hair in a have up half down style. You don't wear a bra because you don't need to, your fairly small in the chest and you'll be relaxing the rest of the day.

"Okay I'm done." You tell him.

He turns around and looks you up and down. You don't notice though, he's in aw at your beauty. How could someone be so effortlessly stunning? It just didn't make any sense to him.

"W-well, let's go outside then. We can sit near the big tree and you can tell me about that dream of yours." Ron says.

You mentally face palm yourself, forgetting you were going to tell him.
The two of you walk downstairs and you're greeted by, a very sweaty, Fred and George.

"It's bloody hot outside. I would stay inside if I were you two." Fred says.

"Go make some use of sharing a bedroom together." George says.

"If you know what we mean." Fred says, they both wink at you two.

You and Ron blush and Ron grabs your hand, leading you back upstairs. Was he seriously about to do this?

"My brothers are bloody idiots, we would never do anything like that." Ron says, angered.

Would he really never touch you like that? A part of you wishes he would.
You just stay silent and he continued to pull you up the stairs, quietly ranting about how his brothers try to ruin every sort of relationship he's ever had with a girl, whether it be romantically or platonically.

"They're your older brothers, that's what they're supposed to do." You say as you two make it back to his room.

"It's just embarrassing! They either scare away everyone of the just embarrass me enough to where I can't even talk to them."
He says, laying on his bed.

You sit next to him and take his hand and place it in your lap. You run your thumb over his hand while your other hand interlocks your fingers.

"Well, I wouldn't go anywhere just because of your brothers. I mean, I've been here since the very day we met. You can't get rid of me." You say, looking into his eyes.

He glances down at your lips and quickly back up to your eyes. He places an arm behind his head. He looks perfect.

"I hope not, I don't know what I would do if you left." He says.

He looks down at your lips again, then his eyes wander lower. He isn't even trying to hide it anymore. You move his hand up a little higher on your thigh. It's now almost over your womanhood. He placed his hand flat to where it's gripping your thigh lightly. This causes you to, obviously, get a bit wet. You place your hand over his, he rubs back and forth on your thigh with his thumb.
His eyes travel back up your body to meet your eyes. He smirks a bit and removes his arm that was behind his head to push your loose hair behind your ear.

"I need to tell you something." You start.

He rubs his thumb a bit closer to your area which causes an insane amount of butterflies to fly in your stomach.

"Mum says lunch is ready!" Ginny says, barging into the room.

Neither of you move in case it seems suspicious. From her angle it just looks as if you're sitting down next to him. She leaves and closes the door behind her.

"Well, what were you about to tell me?" Ron asks, sitting up.

Your faces are inches apart again, his hand never leaving your thigh or stopping it's motions.

"I— I was just going to say that I really appreciate you letting me stay in your room." You say.

A look of disappointment appears on his face but, it's quickly wiped off and he smiles.

"Of course, tonight you can have the bed as well. But— uh we better get downstairs." He says, getting up.

You follow him down and regret not telling the truth.