𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗯𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻; Ron Weasley

In this moment I was reconsidering going to Slughorn's party, again. Now that the time has finally came and I had the on the wine colored dress that I'd chosen weeks ago, it all didn't really seem right.

What didn't make this situation in better is that almost every girl in my dorm was wide awake packing their stuff to leave tomorrow, not one of them decided to do it earlier like me. And they were all being obnoxiously loud. The only person not packing was Tracey Davis, because she received a red parchment paper instead of a green yesterday, which means she failed the test.

I didn't even enjoy Slughorn's class so theirs no valid reason at all why I should go, I mean it's not like he's counting on me to go. I'm beyond sure that his guest of honor is Harry.

When my eyes landed back onto the mirror I came to the realization that the wine colored skin tight dress probably cut way to low, It was now longer than the middle of my thigh. So it was probably not the best choice to wear to a party held by a teacher.

So I made the responsible decision to wear the white dress that my oldest brother, Jacob, had gotten me for my birthday last year. I'd never had a reason to wear it until now.

The little clock on my nightstand caught my eyes and I gasped at the time— I grabbed my purse from the door before rushing out of girls dormitory.

I thought that I might've seen Blaise and Luna in the common room being that they both were invited but they weren't. I assumed that they left a little earlier.

I stepped out of the Slytherin common room, my eyes focused down as I brushed off my dress. Every step I took echoed off of the walls of the corridors.

"You look nice" Dean Thomas complimented,
standing in the entrance of the corridor with his hand in his pockets.

When Luna told me I should invite someone that I consider my friend at first I didn't know because it's not many people I'd actually call my 'friend'. Although I don't like many Gryffindors I suddenly had taken a slight liking to him in my second year. Since then we'd be somewhat friends, but now I don't talk to him as I much as I did the previous years.

"Thank you, Dean" I replied softly with an little smile reaching the corners of my red painted lips.

"We should get going, shouldn't we?" He asked, holding out his arm that I quickly locked mines with.

I quickly my head nodded— the two of us slowly walked up the marble staircase due to me being in heels and not wanting to make a fool of myself and fall on my ass.

"Y'know I didn't think your boyfriend was going to let you come with me, by the way he was scowling at me when I asked you" I bantered as we reached the doors of Slughorn's office.

Dean laughed. "Yeah he can be like that sometimes... I was surprised that you asked me to come with you being that we haven't talked much lately"

"I guess I just missed you as a friend" I admitted kinda shock that I actually spoke how I felt, yeah for some odd reason I've been doing that a lot lately.

Not wanting to make this situation anymore cringe than it already is I opened the doors to Slughorn's office and walked inside with Deans arm still wrapped around mine.

"Miss Moons, you decided to join us this evening" Slughorn smiled as he approached me with a cup of what looked like sprite in his hand. "And you've brought a date"

I slapped a fake smile onto my fast. "I couldn't miss a party sir and this is my friend Dean Thomas, he's in your cla—" I say faintly.

"Smile for the camera" he interrupted me loudly, putting an arm around my shoulder and turning me towards the photographer.
When the camera went off I felt as if it nearly blinded me.

I mumbled a ow as he let go off me and thanked me for coming. When he waddled away I sent Dean Thomas a quick middle finger for laughing at me nearly being blinded.

I looked around in attempt to get my vision back only for my gaze to land on Harry, who said something to his friend aside him. Ron's blue eyes quickly landed on mine, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over to my side, where Dean Thomas was standing.

"I'm going to go say hi to Longbottom" Dean Thomas said, not even giving me the chance to respond before he walked away.

And that's when it happened, I was awkwardly standing alone in the corner of the party. Just how I wanted everything to be, great.

Finally, I see Luna and Blaise but I decided to not walk over there to greet them being that they were sticking their tongues down each other's throat.

My brother who had no other than Padma Patil by his side seemed to have be having the time of his life as he talked to some of the photographers, probably bragging. I don't understand why because to be technical I'm the heir of our family's legacy.

I grabbed a glass of champagne from one of the floating platters and quickly sipped on it.
By the look Slughorn gave me as I did that I could tell that it was a good chance that those were for his adult guest, not his students.
But my dad doesn't care if I drink champagne do what right does he have.

This party is such a bore I knew it was a bad decision to come.

Just as I tried to slip out unseen a bickering Filch and Draco Malfoy walked in— Well, Draco being dragged in the arm. I took this as my chance to sneak out without Slughorn nagging me in anyway.

I find myself leaning against the stone railing with one of my hands around the champagne glass that I probably should've have toke and the other holding my heels that I kicked off a few minutes back.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little tipsy from the amount of champagne that I've drunk, but hey I was thirsty.

When I heard footsteps approaching I quickly knew who it was and rolled my eyes. Merlin must really not be on my side today, no change that Merlin hates me and is never on my damn side.

"Ron" I greeted feebly. I came to the realization that it was Christmas and I probably should attempt to be nice, although I know he'll make it hard for me.

"You look.. winsome" He complimented, at first I thought he was joking but then I realized when his face showed that he was being genuine that he wasn't.

I felt the flutter in my stomach come back as I pushed my behind my ear. "Well isn't that nice, thank you" I couldn't hide the toothy smile that was growing on my lips.

He nodded as he walked towards me to lean onto the railing. His elbow accidentally brushed against mine making me awkwardly scoot over a little bit, trying not to make it to obvious I was moving away from him.

"I seen the books you got the other day were about astronomy, do you like it? Astronomy" Ron questioned, still looking straight ahead at the starry sky.

My head merely nodded and he nodded as well.
This isn't awkward at all, at least when we were bickering things wasn't this weird.

"Out of a people, why did you come to the party with Dean Thomas, I mean why not any other one of your friends" He randomly bit out making me look at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Because I wanted too, Is that such a problem for me to want to go with one of my fr—" I hissed, folding my arms.

"Is it because you don't have any other friends than Nott and Zabini?" Ron interrupted with a grin growing on his lips.

A dry and humorless laugh left my lips. "What? I—I have friends! Plenty of them" I splutter, completely lying.

"Yeah, like who?"

I opened my mouth to argue my case but nothing came out making me more than furious. I huffed and turned away from him.

"Exactly" he said with an look of satisfaction on his stupid face.

I pressed my lips in a thin line and rolled my eyes. "Ivy is my friend, she has been for a while" I mumbled.

He scoffed. "You like me more than you like Cook"He said underneath his breath, but loud enough for me to hear.

"That is not true!" I gasped.

"You always look so bored with her, I'm just stating the facts" he shrugged with a smug expression.

I didn't bother responding to his stupidness.
Ivy was my friend and I do not look bored when I'm with her so he can stop lying. Because that's all he does is fucking lie like the redhead bastard he is. I looked at him through the corner of the eye to see exactly what he was doing— his eyes were back on the sky and his hand was pushing the hair that had fallen into his face away. Bloody hell, I know for a fact that he wasn't always this attractive because I would've noticed it in the previous years.

"Mistletoe" He mumbled, pointing to the ceiling where the mistletoe that looked beyond ancient hang from. I looked up and sighed deeply. "I guess we're supposed to kiss.. to y'know not break tradition" He teased.

"In your fucking dreams Weasley" I murmured as I shook his head, Picking my shoes back up from the ground and brushing them off.

He sucked his teeth. "You know you want to kiss me Rebekah, no need to admit it love"
The smirk that I just wanted to slap off returned to his lips.

I didn't want to kiss him not never again— well at least that helps me sleep at night when I'm up tossing and turning about our different altercations.

"Again, in your fucking dreams Weasley... just leave me be, don't you have a party you need to be at right now?" I questioned, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

"I could be asking you the same question, Moons, don't you have a party to be at? I'm pretty sure Slughorn will probably notice your gone before me... you were actually invited by him I'm just a plus one" He shrugged.

My eyebrows furrowed. "Granger invited you?" It came out a little more harsh that i intended it too. I felt that feeling of Jealous slowly creeping back into my body and my cheeks suddenly growing warm.

"No, Harry did..what's it matter to you though? It's not like you didn't invite precious Dean Thomas" he mumbled that last part.

Oh? Don't tell me he's feeling the same thing I am. By the way those words came out of his parted lips I was more than sure that he felt some sort of jealousy that I'd come to the party with Dean Thomas. I unknowingly smirked to myself.

"It doesn't matter I was just curious because if you were to come with Granger, that would mean your technically cheating on your girlfriend" I say smoothly.

"Lavender is not my girlfriend" he spat out with aversion filled in his freckled face.
He shook his head and repeated his sentence again.

"Damn sure could've fooled me, does she know that shes not your girlfriend... again, don't think that I care something in me is just a little curious" An pleased expression grew upon my lips.

He said something under his breath making my eyebrows furrow. "She knows that she isn't my girlfriend...she's just a little how do I say it—" he said lowly.

"Obsessed with you— well, with what's in your pants at least because anyone who's obsessed with you personally, obviously has no common sense at all" I interrupted, sneering.

"Your one to talk... almost every boy at Hogwarts is obsessed with you and because of what? Because your knockers are nice and You have a nice face because it's surely not your attitude.. look don't take this personal but your a bitch" he hisses back.

A gasp from being offended left my lips before they dropped. "I am not a bitch!" I shrieked as I looked at him in total disbelief.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something to me a voice that I recognized as Blaise loudly called out my name from a distance.

I glared at Ron before grabbing by champagne glass and shoes before storming off— this was far from finished. No one and I mean no one gets to call me a bitch.