𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻; Ron Weasley

"Rebekah" A voice shortly acknowledged as they stood in front me. The old library chair creaked, letting me know they'd sat down.

I didn't look up from the four books on crystal readings scattered in front of me. I wanted to ignore him, he didn't exist to me.

There was a kick strike'd at my calf but I ignored it. Did he not understand that I didn't want to talk to him, why couldn't he just leave me alone?

"You know that you aren't deaf, Moons" The inpatient voice shot out again as it closed one of my books.

You don't know what I am you red headed bastard.

I didn't give him the reaction that he wanted.
My eyes just moved over to next the one and I put my chin the palm of my hands.

"So are you going to do the essay that we were assigned to do together in history of magic class alone? Because I honestly don't mind if you do" he said that last part under his breath.

Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that essay. I hated group work especially when I have to do it with someone I didn't having a liking for.

My eyes finally left my books and I stared at him for a long second, his blue eyes quickly pierced deeply into mine.

"I want a passing grade, so I think it's best that I do it myself" I say dryly, slowly blinking at him.

Defeat flashed in his face and that's when I knew that he hadn't come here for the essay.
From what I assume he came here to bombard with me questions about that Katie Bell girl or seduce me into telling him what I know, which wasn't going to work.

It looked like he finally found a way to convince me to let him stay. "But that'll be rude if I leave you here to complete the assignment on your own, I want to help you" he cooed.

That's the most unbelievable thing I've ever heard him say in my whole entire life. He didn't want to help me, bloody hell he hated doing work.

"You were never taught to lie? That's the
only explanation for why your so bad at it" I sniggered, not looking at him as I flipped to the next page of my book.

He scoffed and slid one of my books to himself. "Your not ashamed to be so good at it?"

"No, life is just builded from a bunch of lies.. no need to be ashamed of what everyone does, I carry my weight proudly"I drawled.

Ron went quiet and decided to ignore my remark. Instead, he carefully examined me
as I read.

Finally being tired of his awkward gaze being on me, my eyes snapped up and squinted. "What are you looking at?" I snapped harshly.

"Obviously, not much" he hissed in a mocking tone with a large grin on his stupid face. I fucking knew that snarky comment was about to come out of his mouth.

"Your so funny, you should really be a fucking comedian" I spat, my voice that was dripping with sarcasm a little to loud. The librarian shushed me making me send her an scowl.

When I felt his leg accidentally brush against mines I scooted back from the table just a little, so that incident couldn't occur again. He noticed, but didn't seem to care much about my distancing from him.

He didn't seem to care about most of things I did around him. Sometimes I wondered if it was just an act to piss me off or did he just really not give a fuck. Either way I hated it,
I hated getting no reaction as often as I should from him.

"So, what am I going to help you with.. or are you going back sit here with that stupid look on your face" He said slickly, raising an eyebrow at me.

"I really don't care how stupid you think my face is" my voice full of bore as I went onto
my next book.

Ron shrugged. "I never said your face was stupid, I said you had a stupid look on your face...it might be hard for me to admit but
your actually beautiful Rebekah" He mused.

My cheeks went red as my stomach fluttered.
Why him, I thought to myself as I put my nose back in my book, anyone but him. I thank god that he wasn't looking up or I would've pitched myself off or the astronomy tower from embarrassment.

I don't understand what's wrong with me,
Why the fuck am I getting butterflies from a compliment I hear even day. Just maybe because it's coming from him. But I hated
him, so why did it fucking matter?

"You can read this, and write down what you think the most important details, something easy so you can hurry up and leave me be" I took the book out of my bag and slid it to him.

To my surprise he didn't argue, he just took out of my hands and started reading. Oh yeah I forgot he was illiterate — his face was plastered with a sort of confusion as he read through the first page of the thick book.

A cryptic chuckle left my lips as I went back to what I was doing. I planned on finishing my last two books before he was done with that one.

Then after he was done with what I told him to do I'll probably tell him that I already did the essay over an hour ago. Which is why I offered to do it by myself but he wants to be such a gentleman I figured I'd waste his time precious time.

But he probably had been expecting me to
do it because every time were assigned to do something together which was quite often these days I always did the work on my own and he knew that.

"What are you really do here?" I questioned with my eyes skimming the page about rose quarts and it's meaning.

He folded his arms and rolled his tongue in his cheek. "Are you really faulting me for wanting to help my partner out with our assignment?" he cooed.

"Your only slowing me down" my voice was really sharp as I said that. Aggressively flipping to the next page.

"Bloody hell your really mad at me for
wanting to help you, Moons" he said in absolute disbelief, still not budging and
saying that's he's only here to question me.

"Don't you have something better to do, Ronald?" I hissed, finally looking up from my book and squinted my eyes at me.

He smirked and ran his hands through his hair.
"The better thing for me to do is sitting right in front me" he lowly said in a coquettish manner.

"Watch your filthy mouth!" I gasped as I kicked his calf underneath the table but he didn't seemed to be effected by it.

Out of no where hum of conversation started buzzing the air. I looked around for a quick moment and noticed that Ernie McMillan and his gossiping hufflepuff friends walked in.

"It's time for you to get up, Ron" I demanded, trying to take the book back from him but he snatched it away before my finger tips could even touch it.

I didn't need them spreading rumors about me and him, they will completely overly exaggerate  what was going on here.

"No, I'm not leaving, what the fuck are they going to do? Tell a few people they saw us in the library together, who cares?"He murmured.
I do.

There was nothing I could say to him so instead I folded my arms looked back to my book. He was sort of right everyone knew that most things they said weren't exactly true, I needed to calm down.

"You know, I'm surprised I haven't gotten called to talk to Dumbledore's office yet"
That sentence randomly came out, I hadn't even been thinking about that. "Or do you
not have enough evidence to tell on me yet?"

Something flashed on his face as he looked at me. He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed before going back to writing stuff down on the parchment paper.

You have to be fucking kidding me.

"Bloody hell... that's what you came here for to find something on me?" I asked, I didn't know why my mind was so shocked because I was expecting it.

"Fucking carrot top bastard" My hands snatched the book from his grip and stuffed it back into my bag. He didn't do anything but sit there with a a neutral expressionism his face.

I pointed towards the door so he knew that I wanted him to leave and no longer wanted his company. He rolled his eyes and stayed sitting his seat making me hiss. Why wouldn't he leave me the hell alone.

"Can you blame me for thinking that you cursed her? You fucking grinned at me after it all happened, I mean what if it's me next?" He finally spoke following it by a loud sigh as he ran his hand over his face.

My lips pressed into a thin line and I shook my head. "Ron, I— I wouldn't intentionally hurt you" I hadn't even cared that those words slipped from my mouth. But I'd be lying if i said I wasn't shocked at what I said.

It got me thinking.. would I hurt Ron? Or was I just saying that to get him off of my back. No matter how much I told myself I only said that to be in the clear it was an absolute lie.
I honestly wouldn't hurt Ron. Why? I don't completely know.

For a split moment I seen his eyes soften but he quickly shook it off. What I was saying
wasn't getting through that thick head of his.

"Definitely not you" I added on so lowly that
it was a possibility I could've been talking to myself.

Still absolutely nothing.

My hand closed my books and put them inside of my bag as my gazed landed on the floor.
Not trying to make this any more awkward by making direct contact with him.

"There's no need for you too to do that" I pointed to the parchment paper he was writing sloppily on. "I already did the essay, way before you came but you knew that already so I don't know why I bother telling you—"

"Actually, I didn't know I actually came here to help you with the assignment that Professor Binnus assigned to us" He mumbled following it by a deep sigh.

"So you interrogating me about Katie bell wasn't in the back of your mind at all?" I tiled my head and raised my eyebrows at him.

"I don't want to lie to you"

You were already lying to me. I scoffed and grabbed my bag from the ground, ignoring his calls for me to sit down as I walked off towards the exit of the library.

Times like this i wish I could be home under my favorite oak tree in the backyard of my fathers house drawing random things that caught my eyes. But I wasn't , I was here in bloody fucking hell being blamed for stuff I didn't even do.

I huffed as I walked inside of the Slytherin common room. Not even bothering to sit with Blaise and Theodore who was sitting in the common room like fucking always.

When I entered my bed room there was a large box wrapped in emerald wrapping sitting on top of it. What the hell? I sure as hell hoped Draco hadn't decided to give me little present as well.

"Who brought this here?" I asked Daphne, she pulled away from the hufflepuff boy she was snogging and shrugged. Useful piece of fucking shit.

"An white owl" Millicent told me as she walked out of the bathroom. Rubbing her hair with a red towel that I knew wasn't hers.

I grabbed the present and threw it on the floor.
From white owl means my stupid mom sent it and I didn't want anything from that slag.
I'd rather eat glass than accept an birthday gift from her ever a fucking agin.

But my brother on the other hand wouldn't mind an extra present so I'd give it to him in the morning.

Daphne gasped and looked at me. "Oh shit, it
is your birthday isn't it Moons?" She asked in pure shock.

"No, it was yesterday "

Some great associate was she, little shit didn't even know when my birthday was. But it was sort of fine because most people who claimed to love me so much did. Worst birthday of my beyond shitty life.

But hey, at least I was finally seventeen.