Wooh! My first fic on my new account.
This is inspired by a picture I saw on deviantart (no, it was not porn), and instead of trying to replicate the drawing with my shitty art, I chucked together this pointless little drabble.
REVIEW PLEASE! Make my new account feel wanted!
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'Ron!' she sighed, as he once again began nuzzling her neck. 'This is getting ridiculous!'
Ron gave no sign that he had heard her, and began to lower her onto their springy bed.
She shut her eyes wistfully. She desperately tried to ignore the tantalizing kisses and the pleasure of his lips against her skin. 'Ron,' she murmured, 'stop it. I have to study.'
He had moved to planting kisses on her jaw line. 'No you don't,' he managed, not raising his head.
'Yes, I do.' She gave a frustrated sigh. 'I should have stayed at school for Easter.'
He looked up at her, smiling teasingly. 'No, you shouldn't have.'
'Easy for you to say,' she snapped. 'You've been accepted into Auror training without your grades even being reviewed!'
Ron laughed. 'Like they're going to doubt whether you're up to standard for a post in Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. They'd have to be complete morons.' He paused to stare at her for a moment. 'Don't go back to school after Easter. Just stay here. I hate living alone.'
'Oh Ron, it's only three more months. Just stay with Harry, or go back to the Burrow until then.' But she couldn't help a twinge of guilt at the back of her throat. She and Ron had signed a year's lease on a small flat in London together shortly after peace was declared. Only to have Hermione announce she would be returning to Hogwarts to complete her seventh year.
Ron groaned. 'But Ginny's there half the time. I don't want to live with them together. It would be sickening.'
'Well, I don't know. But I'm not dropping out.' To finalize her declaration, she propped her book back up on her lap and began to read once more.
Ron stared at her for a moment before he once again began nuzzling her neck.
She turned sharply to stare at him. Two years ago, that look would have had him answering to her every whim. But he had since learnt to withstand her, and in doing that she had learnt to allow him to be just a tad more lazy and a tad less serious. Not that he was all that serious to begin with. It didn't really matter to her, however; in the other's eyes, they were perfect.
So when he caught that look in her eye, he merely smiled broadly at her and pecked her on the lips.
Against her will, she found herself egging the kiss on, and wrapping her arms securely around his neck and pulling him down onto their bed, both lips working furiously.
The book slid off the bed due to their rapid movements, and landed with a soft thump that neither of them noticed.
Ehh, pretty crap.
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