The Lion King
Chapter Two
The Weasley kitchen was full to bursting with the intoxicating aroma of Mrs. Weasley's cooking, and also with people. Almost everyone seemed to have decided to come to dinner tonight. When Jesyka and Ron arrived downstairs, Mr. Weasley was already seated at the head of the table, looking on paternally, Mrs. Weasley was making rounds with large pots, scooping out generous portions onto all the plates, Fred and George were sitting across from each other, talking animatedly about something, Ginny was sitting next to George, oblivious to there planning as she played with her pygmy puff Arnold, and Harry was across from Ginny, listening to Fred and George.
Even though they made as little noise as possible, the occupants of the kitchen still all looked up as they walked in. No one paid as mind to it though, no one except for Fred.
"What were you two doing, hmmm?" He teased, putting George on hold.
Ron's ears began to redden, even though he wasn't guilty of anything. "What are you talking about?"
"Well," Fred began. "Upstairs, just the two of you, all alone, doing lord only knows what. Tsk tsk tsk." He waved his finger. "Sounds quite suspicious to me, eh Mum?"
"Oh stop it Fredrick," She snapped, then smiled at Ron and Jesyka, "It's none of our business." And with that, she seemed to flutter to her seat.
Jesyka shrugged at Ron, and they both went to there seats to enjoy the meal.
Early the next morning…too early.
"Jesyka?" Ron whispered, wondering where she was. She wasn't in her room, at least as far as he could see. Was she looking for him to? Had she snuck out of her room for the same reason? That excited him even more. Maybe she had been kept awake the same way he had been.
He had been trying to sleep (really, he had), but as usual, he could not stop thinking about Jes. The way her hair smells so great, the way she in general always smells amazing, the way she kind of bites her bottom lip when she gets nervous, the way she runs her fingers through his hair, the way she giggles, her smile, how she's a bit clumsy, yet manages to move so gently when they kiss, the way that she seems to know somehow exactly the way to please him.
Ron quickly shook his head, those kind of thoughts were NOT helping right now. Where was she?
He turned, realizing she wasn't in her room, and had decided to head back upstairs. He'd either bump into Jesyka along the way and she'd be in the same mood, or he would have to take of it himself.
Just as he walked over the threshold, he heard a sick moan from the bathroom across the hall. He looked back into Jesyka's room, and then to the bathroom.
"Hello?" He whispered as he knocked quietly on the door. There was another moan, but no other answer. He knocked a little louder. No answer. He was reaching for the door knob when he got an answer.
"BLEH!" He winced as he heard the occupant of the bathroom heave hard and then a slosh into water. Then he noticed the smell that had been seeping through the cracks. He turned the knob and slowly opened the door. The smell practically punched him in the face, but, he found her.
There she was, obviously not kept awake by the same dreams of lust as he. No, she was kept awake at the toilet bowl, puking her guts out into the plumbing. Ron could see she was exhausted, and she had no color in her face.
"Jes, holy fuck, are you okay?" Ron's mind immediately changed courses. He dropped to her side, helping her to lift her head off of the toilet seat. She moaned, and looked at him with weary eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, and coughed instead. Ron reached up to the sink and grabbed a cup and filled it with water, then handed it to her. She half-smiled and drank it gratefully.
"I think I'm done." She said, glaring toward the toilet. "There's nothing left in my stomach, unless I start throwing up organs." Ron smirked, even throwing up and she could be sarcastic.
"What is this about? Have you been feeling sick lately?"
"No," Jesyka shook her head, and then stopped herself, balancing with Ron's shoulder. "Well, kind of. But not flu sick. I don't know. Maybe." She sighed. "Can you help me up?"
"Yea." He put her hand over his shoulder, one hand on her back, the other under her legs, and he lifted her up gently. Then smiled. "How's that?"
She just giggled. "Very romantic, but I don't see how I can brush my teeth like this."
Ron blushed. "Oh, right."
He set her on her feet. "So, I'll leave you be. Good night!" And he was almost out the door when.
"Wait, why were you up?" Jesyka asked, looking up from her toothbrush. "And why were you awake down here?"
"Uuh." Ron stammered, trying to think fast. And failing. "Well, you see, I….heard you."
"From all the way upstairs?"
He tried to look as innocent as possible. "Yes"
"Mhmmm." She wasn't convinced, and if her comment didn't show it, her expression sure did. Ron looked around a bit nervously.
"So I'll see you in the morning?" He said, after she had spit out her toothpaste.
"Hold it!" She said and he stopped in mid step. "Stay there." She demanded, then added. "Please" With a smile on her face.
She rinsed her mouth with mouthwash three times, and then brushed her teeth again. Once she seemed satisfied that all remnants and tastes of vomit were gone from her mouth, she turned to Ron, who was frozen on the spot. She stepped to him, wrapped her arms around his neck gently, and then pulled him abruptly to her. She kissed him, first sweetly, and then with a bit more of a hurry. Ron was shocked, but he never turned down kissing Jesyka. Then he grabbed her legs, picked her up, wrapped her legs around him and pushed her up against the wall, all the while not releasing her lips. Jesyka broke for air, and smirked at him.
"This isn't why you were looking for me, right?"
He smiled, and before Jesyka could say anything else, captured her attention again.
Author's Note: 'Ello lovely readers! I hope you enjoyed chapter too. Don't worry, no sex scenes, just a bit of heated romance. *wink*. Please review, tell me what you think, I'm eager to hear. And a very special thank you to my first and so far only reviewer GoodGollyMissMolly. Stick around, next chapter should be up soon. Toodle-loo.