Author's note: Ok as you can tell by how infrequently I post I'm not great at adding chapters in a timely manner, that might have to do with the fact that I don't know where I want this story to go. So, I'm sorry there is such a lag in the progress of these two knucklehead's relationship. I hope that you stick around and I promise to try in this new year to write and post much more often.
I watched through the window as he downed his beer, took one final look around the room then disapparated. It had been one month since we had spent the night together. One month of me hiding and avoiding my favorite pub, hoping he wouldn't just show up at my door. I couldn't understand why he kept coming back to this dingy shithole. Our night together hadn't been anything special. Sure we had been amazing together and the feeling of his big, strong arms wrapped around me still made my heart beat out of time, but we were never going to have anything more than that one night. He was a stubborn idiot and I was a cold-hearted bitch. It would never work. Still, every time I saw his sweet frowning face all I wanted to do was take him into my arms and hold him.
Knowing he was gone for the night I finally went inside. Stopping at the bar first I got my usual drink then went and sat down at my usual table in the back corner where no one would bother me. I settled into the mindless repetition that was verifying and settling the accounts from my shop. I had been sitting quietly sipping and sifting for a long time before I noticed the figure sitting opposite me. I jumped out of my skin as I looked up and found a freckled, ginger man staring back at me.
"WEASLEY! What the bloody hell are you doing?!" I clutched my chest as my heart tried to jump out of it.
He laughed heartily, tears streaming down his face as I struggled to steady my breathing.
"I've been looking for you." Wiping the tears away he settled back in his chair.
"I know you have." I growled.
"Oh. Well I had about given up, but I forgot my jacket and when I came back, here you were." He smiled brightly at me.
Cursing his worn leather jacket I sighed heavily. Now that he was here maybe this was my chance.
"Listen, Ron that night we had was fun but it's not going to turn into anything more. I don't do relationships, I don't even do repeat visitors. It's a one time only deal with me so you should just leave it at that. Move on." His face fell as I rushed through the words.
"I'm so sick of girls telling me to 'Move on'! Why should I move on? Something happened when we were together. I know you felt it! So don't tell me to just move on because I won't!" Slamming his fist down on the table he sat forward. The anguished expression that creased his face broke my heart.
"She really hurt you didn't she?" The words came out as a whisper.
"I told you not to talk about her." He growled, a tear rolling slowly down his cheek.
We sat in silence, not looking at each other for a long while. I shuffled my papers nervously as he stared unseeing at a spot on the floor. Every few seconds I snuck a glance at him unsure what else I could say to him. Every atom of my being screamed to touch him, hold him, make the pain go away. Instead I sat awkwardly trying to distract myself.
"I should go." He mumbled suddenly. Standing he lumbered over to the table he had been occupying before I arrived, snatched his jacket off the chair and pulled out his wand.
With a soft "pop" he was gone. A sick ache filled my chest the moment he was gone. What had I done? All he had wanted was to get to know me, was that really such a horrible thing? Launching to my feet I started gathering my paperwork. Spinning around I slammed into a tall, broad frame. Papers went flying everywhere landing scattered around Ron's feet. My heart leapt as I realized that he had come back. Letting the rest of the pages fall I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. After a moment of shocked immobility he returned my embrace. My body felt light as he held me tight to his chest. It felt just like that night so long ago.