Deal-Breaker [Ron Weasley]

5. First Date Advice

"Hey, y/n!" Dean called, running to catch up with me in the hallway as I made my way over to my third class of the day.

"Hey Dean," I replied.

"Are you free after school today?" he asked, and I grinned. "I was wondering if you'd want to go out to eat. You know, since we're going to the dance together, we can get to know each other better."

I smiled up at him. "That sounds great."

"Awesome," he replied, grinning back at me. "Three broomsticks after school? I can meet you at your room."

"Perfect," I chirped, and he waved before running up ahead.

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"What are you up to?" Ron asked, completely giving up on knocking and announcing his presence in my room yet again.

I stood there in my white lace dress, reviewing myself in the mirror that hung on my wall. "How does this look?" I asked, turning from side to side.

Ron stood behind me while he studied my appearance, his intense gaze making me blush.

"What are you getting dressed up for?" he asked, not taking his eyes off my reflection.

"Dean's taking me out," I shrugged.

"Where?"

"Three Broomsticks."

"Nice."

I pushed my hair behind my ear and studied myself in my reflection further. "I don't know. What would guys like to see on a 'first date' type of thing?" I asked, continuing to turn to see how I looked from different angles.

Ron bit his lip as he thought it over. "Turn around," he said, grabbing my shoulder and spinning me to face him. He looked me up and down, and I felt myself get warm from his stare. "You need more."

"More?" I repeated, throwing my hands up in confusion. "More what?"

Ron marched over to my dresser and flung the top drawer open, searching through it madly. He began throwing items of clothing out recklessly as I slapped his wrist. "What are you doing?" I cried.

His eyes fell on my chest and he raised an eyebrow. "Are you wearing a bra?"

I was taken back by his question. When I asked him what he thought of how I looked, I was definitely not expecting him to respond with that. I immediately folded my arms, his directness making me insecure. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Just answer it," he sighed, like he was fed up with me. "Are you wearing a bra?"

"Yes!" I exclaimed, turning around so my back was to him. "I am. Now what does that have to do with anything?"

"Do you have a bra that like... highlights them more?"

Mental note: never ask Ron how I look.

"Oh my god, get out," I said, putting my face in one hand and pointing to the door with the other. "Get out right now."

"No, I'm serious," he cried, pushing my arm down dismissively and continuing to open and close multiple drawers. "You know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Like... a push-up bra?" I asked hesitantly, knowing Ron and his stubborn self would never give it up.

"Yes!" he cried, turning to face me. "Wear one of those."

"No!" I replied, closing all of the drawers he'd yanked open and standing in front of the mirror once more. "Forget I even asked you. You are terrible."