Pairing: Ron Weasley and Verity
Rating: T
Summary: Ron is working at WWW for his brothers and he gets some perks of working with Verity.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Potterverse universe, but some of the story ideas may be mine. If I have copied someone's plot, let me know, and I will give them credit… I don't mean to tread on anyone's toes…
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Perks of Having Red Hair
Ron Weasley was the youngest of five older brothers and he was finally living on his own. He was still working on a game plan of what he was going to do with his life, so he convinced Fred and George to get him a job for the time being. He worked virtually every day, but it wasn't a bad racket. It paid well, and he got tips from some of the girls who went in to buy things because he was kinda cute. Ron was enjoying his time here at the shop because of who he usually was scheduled to work with. Five out of the six days that he worked, Verity was there. Trust the twins to hire a girl as their first employee; they really needed a female presence to get them in line. He had this habit, a little quirk that he liked to help her restock the shelves; whether she had to bend over to the bottom shelf because he was too tall, or whether she had to climb the ladder to restock things that were even out of his reach because he was too large and bulky to be doing all that climbing. She had a great ass. Every guy that he made this comment to was quick to agree, but they were still slightly fearful of Ron's reaction; he did have a tendency to be a bit over protective when it came to the women in his life. Even though she didn't know it, she was in his life, very important in his life.
Little did he know that she knew what was going on. She knew his motives when they were restocking shelves. Verity played her looks to her advantage. She wore tight Muggle jeans under her magenta work robes, and they fit her just right to show off her ass. It didn't bother her that Ron practically asked her to bend over at any possible moment to re-stock things, or to go up on the ladder so she would be face level; she actually found it quite sweet. So one day she decided to take things a bit further. "Ron? Would you come help me with this real quick?" she asked sweetly, beckoning him to the back room.
"Sure Ver," he shrugged, getting up from his spot in the break room. Once he stepped foot in the back room, where no one else was going to be in today, the door shut sharply. "What's going on?"
"You don't think I notice how you look at me?" she said coyly, taking her work robes off. She was wearing a tight blue sweater with her Muggle jeans. "Its kinda sweet, you know."
"I don't know what you're talking about," he denied, rubbing the back of his head and blushing.
"I think you do, Ronald," she said, walking closer to him. She was smiling as she pushed him back onto the table in the middle of the room. She stood in the space that was in between his legs. "Do you wanna touch it?"
"Touch what?" he asked, still trying to play dumb.
"You know what Ronald," she said adamantly. She grabbed both of his hands and placed them on her bottom. His face registered shock and he tried to pull his hands away but a verbal admonishment from her kept them still. "Now what do you wanna do?"
He didn't need to actually say anything, just act. He leaned forward, drawing her forward and kissed her full on the mouth. She buried her hands in his red hair and tugged him even closer. This was how Fred and George found them ten minutes later, going at it like teenagers in a broom closet.
