Ahh, I am apprehensive about this pairing.
At least when I am writing it, feel free to write a review :)
DISCLAIMER ~~ I do not own Harry Potter. I am but a fan suffering from PPD (Post-Potter Disorder)
Ronald Weasley, one of the best friends to the savior of the Wizarding world, Harry Potter, walked into a bar, fuming. She had no right! How could she do that? Didn't she realize how much he loved her? Those questions swam through his mind on the last day in the last hour of the year.
He sat at the bar near a dark-haired, pale woman and ordered the strongest stuff they had. Fifteen minutes later found him down to half a bottle of alcohol, he was inebriated enough that he began to talk to the woman next to him.
"Roonil Wazlib," He said, offering his hand to the woman.
Surprise was etched onto the young woman's features, she obviously recognized the man, but she did not say anything other than, "Megan Milan."
"Well Meggerz. I gotta story for ya. A great one at dat!" He slurred, taking another swig from the bottle in front of him.
"Oh really, Mr. Wazlib?" She said cautiously.
"Call me Rinool!" He practically barked. "I have-had, sorry, had this wonderrrrful idea that I would marry my best friend! And ya know what happened Meglypops?"
The woman shook her head slowly.
"She didn't love me atall. She never luv-luved me. We never even had a chunch at dating cuz she started dating me brother Charrrlie." He slurred.
"I see." She muttered glumly.
"Do ya know love Megsleykitten?" He asked, his glazed over blue eyes meeting her dark brown eyes.
"No, and I probably won't ever." She said, sighing a little and wondering why she was telling him, of all people, this.
"That's sad Megsicle." He said and proceeded to crash his head on the bar table, passed out.
Wow, she thought, Weasley really can't hold his liquor.
She thought of the right thing to do and the easy thing. The right thing being taking him back to the Burrow, the easy thing would be to leave him here at the bar. She had long ago given up on doing the easy thing, the right thing was, well, the right thing to do.
She winced as she thought of how Gryffindor-like she sounded. She cast a heavy lightening charm upon his body and supported his body with her own. She walked out of the bar and into an alley where she proceeded to apparate to the Burrow.
She walked to the house and knocked on the door, Ron still passed out, but now in the air due to her quick work with a levitation charm.
Bill Weasley opened the door, she knew because of the earring he was wearing. "What the?" He looked at Ron and quickly surmised what had happened, "He got wasted didn't he?"
She nodded and volunteered to take him upstairs to his room so the Weasley matriarch wouldn't be to upset with her youngest son that evening. Bill agreed and showed her the way.
As she walked up the flights of stairs, carefully levitating Ron, she took in the sights. The hallways were lined with homely things like bookshelves, closets, and rand knick-knacks placed on shelves. It was so warm and inviting, anything like her house. Her house was cold and sheltered in hues of gray. The only things that lined the walls were portraits of ancestors staring judgingly down their noses as you passed by. She decided she liked the Burrow infinitely more than the Manor.
She stopped as Bill opened the door to an entirely orange room. She walked in, levitating Ron onto the bed. She was quite unsure of what to do next, she wanted alone time to make sure he was okay, just to check for herself, but Bill was there and would make it awkward.
As if sensing her thoughts, she looked up from Ron to Bill when he said, "Thanks Parkinson," and left the room, closing the door quietly.
She turned her attention fully to Ron. She took off his shoes and left them at the foot of his bed. She also pulled a Chudley Cannons quilt over his form. She sat on the bed for a moment, wondering where she could find any hangover potion. It didn't matter, she decided, intending to get up, but Ron had managed to snag his arms around her waist in her sleep, all the while muttering something about the Cannons.
She laughed slightly and rolled her eyes. His grip became tighter and she was forced onto the bed next to him. This night was just becoming better and better. She fumbled for her wand, but realized it must have fallen onto the floor. She was trapped in Ron's embrace until he woke up.
She could here the Weasley clan shouting in the yard, 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4…. 3… 2… 1…HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!!!
"Ron," she whispered, "RON!"
"Mmmf," He mumbled and pulled her closer, snuggling his head into the junction between her neck and shoulder.
"Ron, time to get up, breakfast is ready," She said, trying to make the thought of breakfast as enticing as possible. It worked.
Ron pulled back and looked into her eyes, "Megsle? No wait, you look like someone I think I ought to know."
He tapped her on the nose with one of his long fingers and said, "I got nothing."
"If you'd let go of me please Ron," she said, trying to get out of his grasp.
"Do ya really want to spend the night alone darling? We could just go back to sleep here in my… why am I in my room?" He asked her dazed, his grip loosened on her and she got off of the bed quickly.
She grabbed her wand and made a beeline for the door, hoping to leave before anyone else realized she was here. She stood in the doorway and looked back at Ron, he looked rather peaceful when asleep, not haunted by the war or by the scars that came with it.
She remembered what he had said about spending the night alone. She answered him so quietly, that she wasn't sure she had spoken the words aloud, she thought that maybe she had spoken them in her head, "I'm used to being lonely. It's the only thing I can rely on these days." She then left the Burrow with no further complications.
As she slipped into her bed in her tiny apartment, she didn't realize that a man with a head of red hair and an earring dangling from one ear had heard her answer to Ron's question, and the consequence to that would be that the new year would most inevitably become one to remember.