Summer Love - Ron Weasley

18 - Apologies

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I wake up with an excruciating hangover as I groan out loud. I roll over with limited space on the couch and I feel a body next to me.

I look under the blanket and I see Ron and that bright red hair.

Ron must've lost it trying to sleep on the floor. I find myself just staring at him. It's weird, but he looks so peaceful.

He was absolutely beautiful. I could never get over that. Every look at him was worth it.

His face is like crafted by the gods. The freckles that frame his rose tinted cheeks reminds me of constellations in the starry night sky the way they connect and make his face every bit more perfect.

I reach over and brush a strand of hair out of Ron's face.

"If you wanted to touch me, you didn't have to wait until I was asleep." Ron says.

"Oi, in your dreams!" I scoff, laying up.

"Sweetheart, you're always in my dreams." he replies with a smirk.

I roll my eyes in response as he sneakily wraps his arm around my waist.

I try to struggle but it was no point. Despite how much Ron ate, he was really strong.

"Ronald, let me go of me." I state.

I was hoping for an intimidating vibe, but that was not at all the case.

"Shh. Don't talk, just lay here." Ron mumbles into my hair.

I'm listening. Why the hell am I listening ? What are you doing to me, Ron Weasley?

I turn around to face him and he looks into my eyes. He cups my face and pulls me closer to him.

"Elena, do you know how beautiful you are?" he asks.

"What? Stop it." I roll my eyes.

I realized I do that a lot. It's become a defense mechanism in case I'm on the spot or if someone gives me any type of compliment.

"No, it's true. If everyone had a chance to see you even once in their life, they'd be lucky. Don't you ever think otherwise." Ron says before kissing my forehead.

"You know I love you. Right?" I ask.

"I know. How could you not? I mean, it's me." he chuckles.

I laugh back sarcastically and hit him on the head with a couch cushion. He reaches for the other cushion and we begin to have a full blown pillow fight.

I roll over and hit him on the neck, causing him to groan. After a while, he used his height and wins. Which I suspect he could have done from the beginning, but I digress.

"I won. Suck it, Malfoy." he taunts.

"You used your height to your advantage. It's not my fault you have the bodily length of Stephen Merchant." I huff.

Sitting the couch cushions back down, I lay my head on Ron's thighs.

Ron chuckles lowly as he starts running his hands through my hair. I start feeling a bit drowsy and I slowly feel my eyelids flutter shut.

"If only you knew, Lenie." he whispers into my hair.

After Ron kisses the top of my head, he falls silent.

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Ron and I wake up again around 1:30pm. The entire way back to Gryfinndor Tower, we joke and talk about a load of absolutely nothing.