Ron is a Stud.

Dec 11, 2004 07:09

Translated loosely from the Chronicles of >>The Boy Who Lived<< journal entry 28
[...because I've not slept in 27hrs. And & w/the help of a clever friend, we amuse ourselves.]

Ron: (meeting your gaze) I didn't know I was coming today. And I want to apologize for not coming sooner, but I couldn't just up and leave the team, we were in the middle of qualifiers. (sly grin) Not that I didn't want to the second the owl left my hand.

You (snorting): Mm. I think you like being a tease, Mr. Weasley. (sudden dawning):...Did you realize that we're still standing here in the dark?

Ron: (beginning to smirk) Teasing has its limits. But I am sorry I didn't come sooner. And yes, I'm perfectly well aware that we're in the dark. I honestly don't care if the lights are on, off, or dimming slowly just past a dashboard. (wicked grin at you)

You (face suddenly burning, looking away; murmuring): Yes, I'm sure I've provided years of entertainment for your brothers.

Ron: (gently catching your chin with his rough index finger) They're just jealous. And they'll be harping on something else the next time you see them, I'm sure. (softly) You provided me with a great deal more.

You (slight tremble building in knees, tiny steadying breath; perfectly calm tone): Well, why don't I do something for you? Let me show around Barcelona. It's really beautiful.

Ron: (full smirk) You can start with the bed.

Ron: Mm. Very nice. (pushing you onto it lightly) Yes, very nice.(crawls onto bed next to you, reaching out with strong arms, pulling you close)

Ron: (softly) So far, I like Barcelona. (chuckles softly at himself)

[cont...]
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