Summer Love - Ron Weasley

62 - Crazy Ideas

- Scene from Dash and Lily that I do not own the copyrights to

- Another original character will be in this chapter

3 years ago

I'm walking down the corridor, trying to get Ron's attention.

"Ron." I call, striding across the floor.

He ignores me as he continues to walk through the now empty corridor. I scoff and stalk behind him as he make his way to the stairs.

"Ronald Weasley, you turn around right now!" I slightly raise my voice.

He groans as he turns around to face me.

"What?" Ron asks, folding his arms.

"What is your problem? You've been ignoring me all day." I state as I walk up to the step he's on.

"I saw you last night." Ron blurts out.

"What are you-." I begin but I trail off.

At the party last night, I kissed Dean because we were playing Spin the Bottle.

But I don't see what that has to do with anything. I don't see why he cares.

"All the guys, it had to be Dean Thomas? I mean, what do you even see in him?" Ron questions.

"He's easy to be with. He's fun." I tell him as he looks down at me.

"What, so you mean he's not depressing? Like me?" Ron questions.

"Apparently, I don't know anything about you. Except, oh yeah. I know you lie." I exclaim as I shove his chest.

"What are you talking about?" Ron inquires.

"You spent the night with a girl who's obnoxiously perfect, and stupidly amazing, and unfairly gorgeous. You left the party wearing those clothes, I'm not stupid." I seethe.

I'm done with this conversation. I roll my eyes and walk up the stairs past Ron, making my way to Gryffindor Tower.

I'm halfway down the corridor when Ron comes up behind me and grabs my arm. He pulls us both against the wall as his back hits it.

"No. Daisy and I broke up a year ago, okay? The only thing that happened last night was me affirming to her that we are not getting back together." Ron says.

He doesn't say anything else as he slides down the wall. I slide down beside him as my gaze focuses on the opposite wall.

"Well, I'm not with Dean either, for your information. It was just a kiss. It didn't mean anything to me." I tell him as our eyes meet.

"What, so you just kiss a lot of meaningless guys then, huh?" Ron asks sarcastically as I scoff.

"It was my first kiss! And I wanted it to be with you and you weren't there." I reprimand as I stand to my feet.