His red hair was over his eyes, making him irresistible. He unlocked the door, and looks at you. "Shall we?" His eyebrow quirked, as he scoops you up in his arms. As you both entered you took a look around. The room was gorgeous filled with purples, hunter greens, golds, and burgundy. He sat you down on the plush bed. He relocked the door, and looked back at you mischievously.
He was beginning to undress, and you looked at his bare chest. Red hair gliding from his navel below to the place he was unbuckling. You were feeling nervous, but unzipped and let your gown go. Before you knew it, he was naked, standing confidently in front of you. He sat on the bed next to you. You met his lips, he was ravishing. He had a hunger in him you never knew. You broke away, and could hear his grunt of disapproval. You smiled at him gently, and stroked his cheek lovingly. "I love you Ronald Weasley."
Something passed through his eyes, he smirked, but not saying a word. He took his wand and split your wand in two. Took your panties away roughly. A dark feeling was creeping through your body. "Ron?" Still not a word as he took you with vengence, grasping your hands above your head, making his way between your legs. You could feel the tears sting the back of your eyelids as he thrusted in and out of you harshly.
You were writhing beneath him to get free, but it made him stronger as he looked at you evilly. He bent down to your ear. "Whoever said I was Ron?" You pulled back, trying to fight him. He thrived on it. You were in a different room, but you remembered it well. The stone bed freezing your back. Voldemort's cold eyes piercing yours as he moved in you. All the Death Eaters gazing at the both of you, smirking. He smiled triumphantly.
"We're going to get you again Violet, because we now know your weakness.
You saw them pull someone out of the corner. "Ron!" You tried to let out a scream, but all that came out was a loud buzzing noise. Then there was nothing but darkness. You finally pried your eyes open. Bolting upright, you found yourself back in your room. You hit the alarm clock off, and looked at the other side of the room. You saw the pink and white sheets undone on your best friend, Chrissy's, bed. It was then you heard the shower going.
You laid back in bed, going over the nightmare in your mind. What was this premonition? Images of fourth year flashed before you. Recollecting the name from before-Ron. You tried to rememeber if you knew anyone by that name. You couldn't, and you had a feeling that it was more than just a dream.
The bathroom door burst open, steam flowing in the air. Chrissy emerged, drying her fiery red hair. She smiled at you, "Finally awake?" You kept staring at her hair, seeing the boy again, trying to place him into a group of good or evil. Chrissy started to wave her hand in your face. "Hello? Are you okay?" You looked at her, your trance falling. "I don't know."