Summer Love - Ron Weasley

63 - The Other Dumbledore

Last Year

Ron and I are in my room alone since everyone is at Grimmauld Place.

Draco is still with Hannah but he's been checking in every single day since he found out about my week of slumber.

Ron is laying peacefully next to me as my thoughts keep me up.

I'm laying on my back when I turn to face him. I rest my head on my arm as I look at his face.

He has slight bags under his eyes and I groan. He barely got any sleep since the fire. It's killing me.

I just wish I could do something about it. I lightly trace my fingers over the bags as I pepper kisses under his eyes.

I pull away when he slightly twitches. I pull the blanket off of me and climb on top of him.

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me closer to him.

"I love you." I whisper.

"And I love you." Ron replies slightly scaring me.

"You're awake, my love?" I asked.

"I woke up when you kissed my face. However, I don't think if I were sleep my arms would be around you right now." he laughs, fully opening his eyes.

I sigh as I rest my head on his bare chest. I can faintly hear his heart beating as I softly close my eyes.

"Love?" Ron whispers.

"Hmm?" I mumble.

"I have something for you." he tells me.

I shoot my eyes open and look up at him with a huge grin.

"What is it? Where is it? Is it painful?" I ask as I lift myself up.

I steady myself on his chest, pressing my hands against his, as they move to my waist.

"Why would it be painful?" Ron asks with a chuckle.

"It's you, Ronald. I never know what to expect with you." I shrug.

"You never seemed to mind before." he says with a smirk.

I glare at him and his smirk fades. He tries to cover it with a cough but I just roll my eyes.

"Anyways, I have to get up to get it. It's in my bag." Ron states, trying to get up.

I firmly pressed my hands against his chest, keeping him from moving.

"No. Stay, I'm comfortable." I groan.

Before I can protest, Ron wraps his arms around me and sits up.

I swing my legs around him for balance as he stands up and walks towards the corner.

I laugh as Ron walks into the corner, bending down to his bag.

He brushes his hands against my arse as he digs through his bag.

Ron pulls out a small book, tied together with a brown string.

The cover is black and bound to the pages with some type of industrial glue and string.

The book was a great gesture as he knows that I love to read. He runs his hand through his hair as he nervously looks up at me.