Happy Friday all!
EmD23: I know, he's just really confused, but he'll sort things out...and hilarity will ensue!
TroyWeb: Glad that you enjoyed it :)
Queer King Stephen: Yes, I know, I'm awful and I truly do apologize! And I don't even have a good excuse so bad author...but I am glad that you enjoyed the chapters and I hope that you enjoy this chapter too!
adp1222: And it might happen...or it might not...who knows, maybe some other random character will be introduced that will change everything...or I could just be messing with you ;)
Joleigh13: Sorry sweetie, it's in my nature to torture my readers. As a reader, I hate cliff hangers, but as an author I adore them. Don't worry, I think that you'll enjoy this chapter...and hopefully it doesn't upset you...
Hey, fun fact, tomorrow is August 18th AKA Ron and Sun's wedding day! I wish that the chapters had lined up better with the date, but it's still kind of funny, right?
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As England dipped itself into summer, Ron found himself despising the heat. It was blistering hot and Ron felt like puking every time he stepped outside. Sun, on the other hand, absolutely adored the heat. Prancing around constantly in a pair of jean short shorts, Sun had taken to working in her art studio in her father's building. And then without fail, she would come running to the Ministry offices to hang out with Ron. She always brought Ron lunch, the pair sitting at his desk and putting on a good show for all who watched.
And she made all of Ron's co-worker's insanely jealous…
Yeah, that was the best part.
"I keep getting your mail." Ron said, reaching into his bag and pulling out at least two dozen letters and packets all banded together. He handed it to Sun as she casually munched on an overly large burrito. "And will you please get off of my desk?" Sun set down her food, brushing off her hands before digging into her pile of mail.
"Would you rather have me on your lap?" She asked with a small smile. Ron rolled his eyes, quickly dropping the topic.
"So what did you get?" He asked, finally allowing himself to eat the undeniably delicious lunch that Sun had brought him. For a teenager, she sure did know all the foodie hot spots.
"Letters from Julliard…stuff about dorms and meal plans, nothing too important." Ron furrowed his brows together.
"So since you haven't been accepted, why are they sending you stuff?" Sun glanced around, happy to see that nobody was really listening to their conversation.
"I'm auditioning for them at the end of August. Since it's so close to the beginning of the school year, they only accept five students…so the pressure is on to be perfect." Ron leaned forward, jabbing her in the thigh with a finger.
"Don't freak yourself out, they'll accept you." Sun sighed, tucking her mail into her messenger bag.
"You can't stop me from worrying." She said bitterly before taking a large bite of her burrito. "David is going to leave at the end of July and get settled before I fly over."
"You've already got your ticket?" Sun shook her head, her long inky hair falling over her shoulders.
"I'm going to sneak out of my house the night before the wedding and I'm apperating myself straight to the airport and then I'm buying my ticket." She leaned forward with a small smirk. "Once I land, I'm pawning off my ring. Also, I've gotten Guenther to start selling some of my paintings in some galleries in Brooklyn and Manhattan. That should bring in some income to pay for my tuition…at least long enough until I get a good job."
Ron marveled at the young girl as she ungracefully stuffed the rest of her burrito into her mouth. Such responsibility…although, it was difficult to think about that as she fought to keep hot sauce and sour cream from dribbling out of her mouth and down her chin. Finally, after a few chuckles, he handed her a napkin and she quickly wiped her face.
"Took you long enough." She muttered, cleaning off her fingers before leaning back on Ron's desk.
"I thought that you were gonna get off of my desk." Sun quirked an eyebrow.
"Where else am I supposed to sit?" She asked. "Besides, you should let me sit here, I brought you a bomb lunch." Ron leaned back in his seat, putting his hands behind his head and avoiding Sun's gaze.
"It was okay." He muttered. Sun smirked, but didn't argue with him. He had made his choice. If she couldn't sit in one place, she would sit in another. She slid from his desk and settled herself in Ron's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. That instantly earned them an audience and a few raised eyebrows. Ron had no choice but to hold her up by her legs and her slim waist. The blush that covered his cheeks was overly dramatic, which only made Sun giggle.
"Do you always blush this much?" She asked, brushing back his hair before offering him a sweet smile. Ron's mouth suddenly felt very parched as he tried to search for the right words to say.
"Well…you're just very good at what you do." Sun rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
"All right, well I should head back to my dad's office before he starts to worry." She said as she stood up and picked up her messenger bag, putting it over her shoulder. Just as she turned to walk away, she stumbled to a stop all thanks to Hermione.
"I wasn't aware that the PDA rules had changed." She said with a clenched jaw. Sun and Ron were both equally surprised to see her and neither knew what to say. "You said that you were leaving?" She asked, her eyebrow twitching. Sun quickly nodded before saying a quick goodbye to Ron and rushing out of the office. Hermione slowly sat down, crossing her legs and slowly folding her hands in her lap. "I heard that she's been coming here every day to bring you lunch." She said quietly.
"We have to keep up appearances." Ron muttered. "She comes here because she has to, not because she wants to."
Well that was a damn lie.
Sun came here because she wanted an escape from her father. He was in the process of having a new office built specially for Sun. It would be waiting for her when she graduated from Oxford…well, it would be if she was actually going to Oxford. He kept asking her opinion on paint colors and what desk she wanted. So she came here because she wanted to get away from her father's constant questioning.
"And I guess she sits on your lap because she has to too, right?" Ron fought the urge to roll his eyes.
"We shouldn't be talking about this right now; you should go back to work." He told her, scooting back up to his desk and shifting through a few papers. Still, Hermione sat there and continued to stare at Ron.
"She's going to go through with this, right?" She asked, a hint of desperation in her voice. "She's going to go wherever she's going to go, and then you and I can be together…right?" Ron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I can't talk about this right now." He muttered, looking up to see Harry striding back from lunch. "Call me later tonight, okay?"
That seemed to pacify her for now. She smiled at him and bid Harry a quick goodbye before finally going back to her office. Harry gave Ron a confused look as his friend let his head fall onto his desk.
"What the hell happened?" He asked. Ron managed to pick his head up with an absolutely miserable look on his face.
"I'm just waiting for August…on August 18th, my life will be back to normal…"
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