𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻; Ron Weasley

I picked at my newly painted black nails as I sat in the worst class of the day, Defense Against The Dark Arts. No matter how many times I attempted to drop the subject they always put me back in it.

Sitting next to me a Gryffindor girl I recognized as Lavender Brown, trust me it wasn't my choice. Snape moved me away from Nathaniel, he said something about our answers always being to similar.

"Miss Moons, are you not going to complete the assignment that was assigned to you?" Snape cold tone filling the classroom as he asked me that stupid question.

"I'm finished" I replied lowly, my eyes still examining my nails.

I heard a quiet what from beside me making me look over out of the corner of my eyes—
my hand quickly slapped over my paper when
I seen Lavender brown taking glances at it then writing stuff down on her paper.

Snape pressed his lips in a thin line."If you have completed the assignment, why didn't
you bring it up for grading?" He nagged.

"Isn't that what we have magic for, professor?" I said in a calm tone, my eyes finally darted up and focused on Snape's greasy face that had a disapproving look on it.

"Watch your attitude Miss Moons, the celestial trip is slowly approaching and I don't think you can afford any more detentions" he warned as he lifted his wand, the parchment paper was snatched from under my hand and flew to Snape's desk. Sticky haired bastard. For him to be the head of my house he totally had it out for me.

Him saying something about detention reminded me of my detention right after this class with Professor Mcgonagal. She claims that she saw me push a first year down the stairs, which isn't true at all.

But he was absolutely correct, if I'd gotten one more detention between this month and a half I wouldn't be able to attend the trip. I really needed to put on my respectful act.

I sunk inside of my chair and tried focusing my gaze on something that my interest found in the classroom.

Snape's classroom, was it always so gloomy? Even when he taught potions. I mean,
I understand that most Slytherin's are aesthetically dark, but I mean merlin this
was beyond sad.

The seat aside Theodore was empty, like it's been for the past weeks. I figured out the first part of all of this, but what I hadn't figure out was what exactly is Draco Malfoy up to.
Obviously what ever it was is beyond time consuming.

I sniffled and decided to shake off my conspiracy theories about Draco. Times like this I wished I hadn't went into the bedroom that day because since then my mind's been wondering.

My eyes dart at all of the students in the classroom, they all looked like they were hell.
Then I looked at Granger who looked as if it was the best moment of her life as she completed the assignment. Dirty blooded bitch.

And behind her, an oblivious Ron who looked like he was having trouble doing his. His red hair was fallen in his face and his lips were slightly parted. The knot to his tie was loosed and one of the buttons on his shirt was missing, revealing a little bit of his chest.

Suddenly my desire for interest had been fulfilled, It wasn't shocking, I'd never admit to anyone at all but It was something about him that I found engrossing.

Ron looked up and before I could even force my eyes away from him it was to late. He looked straight at me with his piercing blue eyes. I was beyond embarrassed, he caught
me looking at him, again.

The side of his lips curled up into a smirk and his tongue slid across the bottom of his lips—
My eyes darted away and I put my head into my hands.

"Class is dismissed!" Snape said coldly.

Those three words were like heaven to my ears.
I couldn't have stuffed my books into my bag and rushed out of a classroom any quicker than I did.

Oh yeah, I had detention with Mcgonagal.
Looks like my planned me time in the courtyard had to wait.

I could just say I caught a stomach ache and get out of it. But then she'd reschedule it to next week and there was no way in hell I was going to have detention on the week of my birthday.

It doesn't take long for me to reach the door of Mcgonagal's classroom. I stood outside for about five minutes before finally knocking, hey I had to stall someway.

"Come in!" Mcgonagal's voice filling the empty corridor making a nasty look grow on my face.
Old hag.

I grabbed the door knob and open it up, hesitantly walking inside with the nasty expression still on my face.

Her eyes darted up from the piles of papers on her desk. She cleared her throat and pointed me to the first table on the left side.

I curse her under my breath as I plop
myself in the wooden seat that was overly uncomfortable, Hogwarts really needs to look into getting a new set of classroom chairs.

She gathered her papers all together and stood up from her desk, the chair screeching the ground making me hiss.

"Grade these papers and once you have finished you are free to go" She instructed, dropping the pile of papers on the table making dust fly everywhere.

"I am not a fucking teacher assistant, I'm not grading paper—" I began to snap, my hands ready to push the papers off of the table.

"I advise that you watch your attitude Miss Moons if you have a wish of attending the celestial trip and keeping in good with your parents" She reprimanded.

Not caring if she told my mother anything about me, it was just my father that I was worried about and that was the only reason I decided to grade the stuff. Of course I wasn't going to grade it right.

Just as I was about to write a big fat F on the paper labeled Hermione Granger someone walked threw the classroom door. My neck snapped In the direction of the sound only for my gaze to land on Ron.

"Can I help you, Mr Weasley?" Mcgonagal asks, her voice way more kinder than it was when she was talking to me.

"Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you"
He handed her the piece of parchment paper that was in between his fingers.

Mcgonagal rises from her seat and looks as if she's about to leave. Then her droopy eyes landed on me who had a little evil smirk plastered on my face.

"Stay here, and make sure that Miss Moons completes what she was assigned to do, if she's a problem do not let her talk you into not tell me" The elder women sends me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and pinch the tip of my nose.
I find it very offense that she basically worded me as a manipulator.

Deciding that I was going to behave I continue the grading of the papers. For these kids to be sixth and seventh years their hand writing was beyond awful.

My eyes just so happened to look up — Ron stands in front of Mcgonagal's desk, spinning the globe she had on it. He stopped it with his hand and began to trace over the content of Europe. Unknowingly my head tilted, he wasn't always this alright looking, was he? What the fuck is going on with me.

"What are you looking at, Rebekah?" He questioned shortly, still looking and touching the brown globe.

My eyes quickly dart back to the half- finished pile of parchment papers that were scattered before me. "Obviously, not much" I lowly hissed.

"Could've fooled me...I mean because your always being caught staring at me, sad really" his tone full of cockiness. Bastard.

My head lowered in a bit of embarrassment because he wasn't exactly wrong. But I couldn't let him win, not a fucking again.

"Maybe you have something on your face or just maybe I'm looking at your mate, Potter... he's got an pleasing face" I smirked.

I continued, "looks like you come second
to him, again. But it has no effect on you anymore, does it? Your so use to always being the runner up it's pathetic"

Anger flashed in his face and I could see hues of red emitting from his usually bright aura.
Oh shit, maybe I went a little to far.

I pushed my chair away from the table when he pushed himself off of the desk and came striding towards me.

Some of the papers flew to the floor when he placed one of his hands flat on the table.
The other gripped tightly onto the head of my chair, pulling the wooden chair towards him, to the point where the back of it was no longer touching the ground. The loud gasped finally left the back of my throat and my hands flew to his forearms trying to stop myself from falling to the ground.

Our face barely an inch away. "In case you haven't noticed, I have the upper hand here Rebekah so I'd watch my fucking mouth if I was you" he whispered through gritted teeth.

My nails were digging so deep that it broke the skin of his forearm. He hissed and snatched them out of my grip.

"Such a fucking pussy, can't even handle a few nail scratches" I seethed, attempting to to redeem myself.

He didn't say anything just glowered down at me and lifted my chair up a little more. My eyes darted down to lips at the feeling of them brushing against mine.

My heart is hammering in my chest and my breath goes rigid. Just a slight touch from them reminded me of how soft his lips were, how fucking nice they felt against mine.

"Im going to need another taste, Rebekah" Ron murmurs. His hand grabbed onto my chin and that's when I realized what he was doing. He was trying to pull my fucking strings.

I lean in and just before our lips fully touched.
"Mmm, to bad you can't have one" I forced out lowly. Restraining myself from grabbing onto his shirt and kissing him.

Ron had a grin of amusement on his face and he pushed the hair that was framing my face away. I swear I've never seen him act like this before, what happened to boy that use to grow nervous when a girl even touched him?

A sudden wave of arousal came over me making my breath hitch and my inwardly legs cross. I tried to shake it off as quick as I could.
My eyes darted to the windows, attempting to see if anyone was walking past the window.
Because from someone else's point of view it looked as if we were kissing and oh did I wish we really were.

"No" I choke out so loud that it echos the room, I was talking to myself, my mind rather.
I screwed my eyes shut and tried to get those beyond lustful thoughts out of my head.

My eyes shoot open at the feeling of him letting go of the chair and before I could blink the legs of my chair were hitting the ground with a loud thud.

The heavy breaths began to quicken its pace as I pull the hem of my plaid green skirt back down.

"Calm down Moons, I barely touched you" Ron chuckled, slowly running his hand through his hair as he walked back over to Mcgonagal's desk.

Yeah that was the problem.

My teeth nibbled on my lower lip and I stood from my seat. I squatted silently gathered all of the fallen papers, placing them on the desk one by one.

Unease filled my body and I began to hate the decisions that I made again. Why the fuck did I just let that almost happen, again?

The door to the classroom flew open and Professor Mcgonagal walked in, holding text books in her hands. I know this is shocking but thank god.

Ron didn't even let Mcgonagal get her thank you out before he walked out of the classroom yelling anytime.

When he walked out it was like all of my senses came back and we're torturing me for being so beyond fucking stupid.

I hated my life so much.