vi·sion·ar·y /ˈviZHəˌnerē/ adjective: visionary 1. relating to or able to see visions in a dream or trance, or as a supernatural apparition. The story of a kind Hufflepuff who wishes no one would feel as alone as she does and an in denial Gryffindor who doesn't realize that he isn't as alone as he feels. The "unlikely" pair are brought together during their fifth year at Hogwarts and realize, they aren't so different after all. ❝The world isn't all butterflies and rainbows, Greenwood,❞ ❝You think I don't know that, Weasley?❞ [The Order of the Phoenix - ?] [Ronald Weasley x OC] Warning: This story contains mature content. I do not own the Harry Potter films or books. All rights go to their rightful owners. Started: 1/20/21 Completed: ??? BEST RANKINGS: #1 in ronaldweasley #1 in divination #1 in visionary #1 in weasley #1 in gryffindor

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)