Summer Love - Ron Weasley

55 - All is Forgiven

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I wake up and Ron isn't in the bed next to me. There's a bathroom in the room we slept in and I hear the sink running.

I get up from the bed and remove the large shirt that I slept in, tossing it into the corner.

I walk into the corner and get my toothbrush from my bag. Thinking back on last night, I want to know what the fuck Ron's problem was. He had a piss poor attitude from the time we left that coffee shop to before we went to sleep.

But now that I sit and think, he's probably just angry about our situation. I can't fault him. I'm angry, too. I knock on the bathroom door to check on him and see if he's okay.

I didn't get an answer so I knock once more as he swings it open. Ron looks down at me, his eyes squinting and his toothbrush in his mouth.

"What?" he mumbles.

No, fuck that. Back in bitch mode. Screw him and that attitude.

"Move." I demand, slightly pushing past him to get into the bathroom.

Everything about me understanding completely is going out the window.

I walk up to the sink and begin to brush my teeth. Ron comes in behind me and finishes brushing his teeth. Looking into the mirror, I see Ron brushing his teeth in a slow pace.

Watching and examining me from behind. Taking in my figure. Completely mesmerized. I roll my eyes and continue brushing but seeing him in the mirror, I can't help but change my demeanor a bit.

"Can I help you?" I question as I spit out my toothpaste.

Ron snaps back to reality and inches closer to me as I rinse my toothbrush. He also spits out his toothpaste and rinses his toothbrush.

"N-Nothing, I was just-." Ron trails off.

His eyes begin lingering up and down my body again. I snap my fingers in his face, drawing his attention back to my eyes.

"It's hard not to look when you're just in your bra and underwear." he mutters.

I try my hardest not to smirk as I make my way out of the bathroom. Before I can completely leave, Ron grabs my wrist and pulls me towards him.

"No more angry Lenie, please?" Ron mumbles.

"I'm the angry one? You're the one who's been acting like a dick since yesterday. I don't know what had changed-." I start.

"We're in the middle of a bloody war, Elena. That's what has changed." he exclaims.

"And I get that. Believe you me, I fucking get that. But I have done nothing to deserve this attitude from you. And for you to treat me as if it's my fault we're in this predicament? Well, it's positively absurd." I groan.

Ron tilts his head at me and frowns. His eyebrows  crease and he looks me dead in the eye.

"Is that what you think? You think I'm blaming you?" Ron queries.

"I feel like that's the attitude you're giving me, yes." I respond.

"I'm so sorry, Lenie. For the attitude. For making you feel like that. I'm sorry." he whispers.

Ron reaches down to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. I can't look him in the eyes because I know that I'm going to melt. I always do. I just want to play hard to get for a little. It drives him absolutely mad every time.

"Lenie, look at me." Ron says.

When I don't, he gently grabs my chin and gestures my face up to look into his eyes.