fresh cut grass & mint | ron weasley

IV | snogging your son

SNOGGING YOUR SON
word count: 2,435
CQ:  favorite hogwarts teacher?
CQA: professor snape

   "Ron! Ron no!"  You yell as you sit up quickly in bed.

   You try to control your breathing while you look at the time; 12:03 a.m.

   "What's wrong? What happened?"  Ron says, getting up from his makeshift bed on the floor.

   He sits on his bed with you and his hand finds your leg.

   "I had the worst dream—"  You start, Ron cuts you off quickly.

   "Nightmare."  He says.

   Although it's fairly dark, you can see a smile toying on his lips.

   "Okay, a nightmare, about you. It was during a quidditch game and out of no where a bloody dragon had come and knocked you off your broom. Now, at first it wasn't even bad but then it came back and tore you to shreds! You weren't dead but you were mangled. All your happiness had gone, you didn't even let me in the hospital room with you. It was terrible."  You say.

   He laughs lowly.

   "Well, I'm not mangled by a dragon. I'm right here, with you."  He says, grabbing your hand.

   He runs his thumb over it gently, this helps to calm you down.

   "Remember when you would be so nervous before quidditch games and I would have to do this to calm your nerves?"  He said, referring to his hand motions.

   "I do, we were so little then. You hadn't even tried out yet, once you made the team I had to do the same to you."  You say, making the both of you laugh.

   "I'm so lucky to have met you, I don't think I'd be as happy as I am now."  He says.

   "And why do you think that? You've always been a cheerful boy, Ron, even before you met me."  You explain.

   "Well, yeah, but no one would've been there to pick me up when I was down. You know, you're the only person who's ever noticed when I was sad? You always tell me: "you've got nothing to frown about if it isn't stopping you from eating."  He says smiling.

   You pull him into a hug and he hugs back tighter.

   "May we sit on the balcony?"  You ask him.

   "Yeah, yes of course. Come on."  He says.

   You two walk out of his room and onto the small balcony, placing two pillows on the ground to sit on. He sits down first and you sit down second, he pulls you in and puts an arm over you, wrapping the big blanket around the both of you.
   The stars looked gorgeous and there was a cool summers breeze.

   "Sure is beautiful out here."  You say.

   Ron starts to have flashbacks of what his older brothers were telling him just a few days ago.