Lost In You Ron Weasley

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟜- Special Potions

⚠️ THIS IS A GIANT WARNING, I DONT KNOW WHAT WAS GOING THROUGH MY MIND WRITING THIS CHAPTER, I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY. JUST SMUT WARNING AND EXTREME SECOND-HAND EMBARRASSMENT WARNING⚠️

☝︎︎ JUST WARNING U AGAIN 🤩

☝︎︎ just one more time😋

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 👹✧*:･ﾟ✧

When I woke up the next morning, I opened my eyes to Ron staring at me. He quickly saw that I had opened my eyes and jerked up, looking away. He must have been watching me sleep. My heart warmed, and I couldn't help but look down and smile.

"Oh, um, " he blushed, scratching the back of his neck.

"How's your head?" I said, trying to switch the subject because I didn't want Ron to be embarrassed.

He looked up at me.

"Much better than yesterday," he chuckled.

Yesterday, the nurse who was tending Ron gave me a list of things I would need to do if I wanted to stay with him. 

"You need to give him his pain relief pills three times a day, morning, afternoon, and night. Change his head bandages and rub this gel on his wounds every morning. We have concluded that Ron will have to stay in the infirmary a while before he can go back to his regular classes. Meaning his teachers will bring him his work. It will be your duty to help him get back on track since he has forgotten everything from the last couple of months,"

I groaned when the nurse had said that last part. For some reason, I thought staying with Ron would get me out of school work, but I guess not.

"Here, your pain relief pills," I opened the bottle and shook one out. He smiled as I gave it to him.

"Thanks," Ron said in a small voice. He grabbed his water and took the pill.

"Now comes the fun part. I have to take your bandages off and-" I grabbed the circular bottle from the side of my bed and unscrewed the cap. "Massage this into your head,"

He looked at me awkwardly.

"Oh, um, yeah," he said, pressing his lips together.

As I got up, I realized I was still in the same clothes as yesterday. They had small blood stains scattered on them here and there.

"Here, let me just change first," I grabbed the bottom sides of my shirt and lifted it over my head, then unhooked my black, laced bra and walked over to the dirty laundry pile near the infirmary showers.

Nobody else besides Ron and I were in the room. I didn't see the big deal. As I walked over, I started to get goosebumps; it was freezing cold. After I tossed my dirty clothes in, I turned around to see that Ron's face was blood red. Shock crossed his face, and his jaw was hanging slightly.

Crap. How could I possibly forget that Ron hasn't remembered seeing me naked? I took a step back and quickly crossed my arms around my chest. Ron rapidly looked down at his lap, flustered.

"Uh, um, sorry, I didn't mean to, uh," he stammered.

"Oh, it's okay, it's my fault, I forgot you, um, lost your memories for a quick second," I put on my sweater as fast as I could and sat back down on my bed, looking at my feet.

We sat in silence for a hot moment.

"So, your head," I grabbed the gel and got up, walking to the side of his bed.

"Right,"

I carefully unwrapped the straps of bandages, he squirmed.

"Does it hurt?" I asked as I took my hands off his head.