Summer Love - Ron Weasley

48 - Mistaken Love

- Time jump in this chapter

We've been back from break for a while and I've managed to get a better knowledge of Ron. I mean I've known Ron most of my life.

But now, I know the real and true Ron. We trust each other despite our very extensive and deep trust issues. We soften at each other's fingertips. I go to him when times get tough. And I can't believe it.

I can't believe that this is what happens behind closed doors. I'm a Malfoy. I was taught to not love. To have no feelings. With Harry, I never opened up the way I do with Rob. Harry just so happened to scratch the surface.

I was taught it's a heartless world. Even Draco can't believe it. No matter how many times Ron tells me 'We're doing good' and that 'We're okay', I cannot seem to wrap my head around it but I'm getting there.

Because all I need is his love. We've been on many dates, shared many moments, had sex in the wildest places.

From the Room of Requirement to the Forbidden Forest. I've learned to get used to him coming inside of me. We don't like condoms, that's been made abundantly clear.

Of course, we're not a flawless couple. It took us a while to get where we are right now. It took him a while to get through my walls. I'm not an easy person to get to break.

There are multiple times where we couldn't be in sync.

"You're really going to tell me to relax after you told me we'd be meeting for dinner. But I had to find out from Seamus that you're out with Harry and Dean?" I shout.

"I can't hang out with my friends anymore?" Ron slams my door.

I huff and remove my robe, throwing it onto the ground.

"You obviously can, Ronald." I sigh.

I remove my button up and toss it. I open my closet to grab a comfortable shirt.

"But the least you can fucking do is tell me when you're going to get high and get drunk. This was supposed to be our night." I spat.

"Oi! Fuck off, Elena. I do what I want." he yells.

Ron opens my door and slams it once more as he leaves out of it.

There are times when we're always in sync.

His hands travel down my body passionately. His lips place soft, wet kisses on my neck and breasts.

I groan as I ride his hard and throbbing dick. It was filling up all the space I have to offer. I arch my back in pleasure as I wrap my arms across his back.

"Who else fucks you like this, Lenie?" Ron whispers, his hips bucking deep inside me.

"No one. No one but you." I breathe.

A grin grows across his face as I dig my nails in his back.

"Good girl." he says, his hand wrapping around my chin.

There are times when we do nothing but avoid each other.

"Where's Ron?" Harry questions, plopping onto the edge of my bed.

Dean jumps on Harry, which made him wince. Ginny crawls right next to me.

"He's pissed me off. I told him to fuck off and leave me the hell alone. I have no clue where he is." I respond.

"His bloody temper tantrums again?" Ginny jeers.

"I haven't the faintest clue. But, he can stay out of my line of vision if that's how he's acting." I shrug.