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I walk away from the group of third years as I curse underneath my breath, Merlin I hated those bastardsโ my punishment for nearly killing Freya was that I had to tutor them for the rest of the year. When I protested against that they said if it wasn't that I would be expelled, I of course chose the better option, but my stupid father made me stay here.
I no longer shared a room with all of the girls, gladly I had my dormitory so that was one good outcome out of all of this
He wasn't too happy when he found out what happened, the only time I've ever seen him that mad is when he found I had caught my mother having an affair. But my mother and stepfather was more angry about me killing Freya than anything, they even wanted to send me to Durmstrang institute and actually thought that they were at one point.
But that was almost three weeks ago and things are much better now. Today was March first and nothing but nerves was running through my mind. I'm stupid, really fucking stupid yeah, I know. But it was something I'd wanted to do, something nice for once in my life without being forced. He'd probably tell me to sod off and walk away.
I hadn't told anyone about this stupid plan I'd conjured up in my headโ well anyone except Luna she's the only person that I felt like wouldn't judge me about it. Plus she's the only person I was actually ready to tell.
There was a Hogsmeade trip planned for today and that would've worked out perfectly, but because Merlin hates me dearly it was cancelled. Well, it was really cancelled because the last trip to Hogsmeade a girl nearly died.
My mind spent the last weeks thinking about how wrong it will go and I've made up about fifty scenarios that's been nagging at my head recently.
Being to busy in my nervous thoughts I hadn't even noticed that I already approached the Gryffindor tower, maybe I should just leave.
Just as I was about to turn around to walk down the steps the door that hid their common room opens and the lady on the picture begins to sing horribly.
"Moons, what are you doing here?" Dean Thomas asks me with confusion plastered on his face as him, Seamus, and Neville stepped out of the painting.
My eyes slightly widen. "Urโ hi Dean Thomas... I โ um, don't actually know what I'm doing here" I splutter, Merlin I need to calm down. A deep breath leaves my lips,
"Is Ron in there?"
"Ron Weasley?" Seamus said his voice cracking.
I grimace. "No asshole, Ronald Mc -fucking- Donald of course I'm talking about Ron Weasley!" I hiss.
Seamus's face grows red before he stomped back into the common room. He never liked me much because in third year I made fun of his height but I mean, everyone does so it's no need to only get mad at me. Dean Thomas called his boyfriend name before following behind him inside the painting.
I look at Neville who looks like he just might piss his pants, just as I was about to say something to him the painting opened and panic waves over my body. Now it's my turn to piss my pants.
Ron walks out of the door, ruffling up his red hair and muttering something to Seamus.
He looks up and sees meโ I could read the quick surprise that glimmer in his eyes.
"Rebekah?" His voice croaky.
"I'd like to speak to you" I say, putting an act on and trying my best not to sound nervous.
My eyes looked over to the side where Dean and Seamus was standing. "Alone"
"Um, okay"
I raised my eyebrows before walking away fromย the Gryffindor towerโ trying my best not to get sick From the moving stairs. How did they go up here everyday?
Now it was time to finally say the thing I've been practicing for a week. "Happy Birthday"
I mumbled and he quickly thanked me.
"You brought me all the way over here to say happy birthday?" He leans against the wall
and looks down at me.
"No, I wasn't finished yet I actually came to
ask you..." I clear my throat and look down. "I..I came to ask you if you were doing like anything today"
He thins his eyes at me and tilts his head.
"I plan on eating these chocolates that I stole from Harry but other than that, not really... why?"
"Because I'd like to take you on a d..date" I say reluctantly, pulling at the fabric of my blue oversized sweatshirt.
This time there wasn't any instant reply making my eyes dart up in embarrassment but that quickly faded away and was replaced with cockiness. His cheeks had went red and his eyes were wide โ I made him blush.
"Don't get your hopes up Ron, I'm only asking you as a friend so it's more of a hang out rather than a date" I said.
He scoffs. "Since when are we friends?"
"Since now, bastard" I spit as I folded my arms onto my chest. "It's fine....if you don't wanโ"
"I didn't say that I didn't want too, just don't take me to a place where your connections will be" He mumbled that last part.
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The two of us snuck out of school to
Hogsmeade and apparated from their.
It wasn't that hard to do being that it was
the weekend and most of the teachers were busy holding detention and Dumbledore is never on school grounds anymore.
When we finally arrived to the location by the expression on his face and the way he looks around I could tell that where we are was unknown to him.
I tried to take my hand out of his but he tightened his grip and I didn't even bother trying to do that again.
"Where are we?" He questioned lowly as we past the flock of people yelling in Italian, I couldn't help but to snort at how funny it is being that he can't understand.
I glance sideways at him and roll my eyes, if he didn't recognize Italy he's got to get out way more. "Italy, Milan... to be more technical" I say calmly.
"What the fuck are we doing in Italy?" he asks.
I'm ninety nine percent sure that he thinks I'm French instead of Italian.
I nod my head towards to the small sweet shop on the right of us before dragging him inside, ignoring his nagging questions.
We were greeted by a pale brunette boy who stood around a few inches shorter than Ron, he looked a few years older than us and was the only person in the shop.
"ciao, benvenuto al bistro di ziggo cosa posso ottenere per voi due?" He asks with little pip, and just from that I could tell that he hated his job. But if I was force to work at a candy store so would I.
Ron looked at the Jacob ( I read his name tag) then back at me with furrowed eyebrows.
He mumbled something underneath his
breath before walking away. Was he mad
about something, I hope I hadn't done anything.
I pressed my lips together before following behind him, my hands brush against his shoulders. "Do you want some?" I ask as I see him staring at the different flavors of gelato.
"Is it ice cream?" He looked down at me with a bit of unsureness.
"No, silly... it's gelato" I giggle.
It took about fifteen minutes for the two of us decided on what we wantedโ I got chocolate gelato and he got cherry tarts. There wasn't a pond to far away and that's where we decided to eat are sweets.
As I sit down on the bench I noticed that he kept looking at me. My eyebrows raised as I slowly take the spoon of chocolate out of my mouth.
"Does it taste good... whatever that is?" Ron asked. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head.
"Can I try some"
I shrugged, "Sure" My voice was soft as I slowly pushed the small cup of gelato towards him.
I completely token off guard when he lean down and kissed me, a gasp escapes my lips but that didn't stop me from kissing him back.
"That's not what you asked to taste" I chuckled against his lips as I feel his hands slid up from the crock of my neck to my jaw.
He pulled away from my lips making me slightly frown. His tongue slides across his lower lip, licking the ice cream that he collected from my lips off making butterflies come in my stomach.
He shrugs, "I guess it's alright". And just like that he went back to eating his cherry tarts acting as if nothing happened.
"My kissing or the gelato?" My eyebrows furrow out of slight offense, I tilt my head at him and he smirks.
Ron's hand wrapped around my wrist and I
put down my ice cream, more than oblivious
to what was happening. I never noticed how pathetically small my hands looked compared to his until this moment.
He puts my hand over his crotch and I felt
his hardness sticking out from his pants.
"Feel that? That's what your kissing does
to me, love" He said.
The tone in his hands made my underwear dampen and I quickly snatched my hand awayโ there was people around, more importantly we were in a public place.
"You can't do that!" I splutter, tucked a strand of my blond hair behind my ear. Oh yeah, I knew I forgot something after the incident I wanted a new look, wanted to try something different. So my hair that was once growing down my shoulder was now chopped to the length of my chin and dirty blond.
He shrugged, completely ignoring what as I said and his eyes glued onto the pond. Fucking aggravating when he did thatโ act as if nothing happened.
My eyes landed on the blue watch around my list. "We should go, it's half past eight here which means it's seven in Scotland" I mutter, standing up.
Ron groaned and grabbed the back of my thigh as I tried to walk away, his fingers instantly breaking my skin. "I'm sure no one will miss us if we stay a little longer" he cooed, his pretty blue eyes looking up at me.
"We've been out for hours and I'm pretty sure your friends are wondering where you went" I chastise as he ran his hand up and down the back of my thigh.
"And I'm pretty sure they wouldn't miss me" He gritted out, trying to pull me down onto his lap but I quickly snatched myself out of his grip.
"Ron! Bad boy" I tease with a grin on my face causing him to roll his eyes.
Finally, he stands up and follows behind me and grabs onto my hand and I quickly apparate us back to Hogsmeade.
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We've made it back to Hogwarts, and now we're standing in front of the dungeons.
I was actually surprised that he walked me over here.
"You can't keep staling me, unlike you I'm not
a prefect and I can't break curfew" I cooed, trying to walk into the common that I've been standing outside of for a good twenty minutes.
He grabbed onto my wrist, stopping me once again. "Fine let's make a deal then, yeah?" A smirk grows onto his face.
"It depends what it is that you have in mind, Mr Weasley" I say in a silk tone as I raised a brow.
"If Gryffindor wins the upcoming game against Ravenclaw I get whatever I want from you"
His hand softly stroke my cheek.
My eyes blink slowly before examining his face.
"Whatever you want?" I repeat slowly, more to myself than him.
You see their was a ninety nine percent chance that Gryffindor was going to win, well because they always do. Which means that I'm basically setting myself up for failure.
But it could be a good type of failure..
When finally let's go of my wrist I walk inside the common room and send him an innocent smile before the slowly door closes.