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volume one got me like

Were they ever really that different?

dazed love — natalie scatorccio

pairing: natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

warnings: NSFW, 18+, includes smut, marijuana usage, high sex, oral (reader receiving), mentions of a choking kink, Y/N usage, switch!nat, standard yellow jackets warnings.

(requested by: @lottiematthewz)

authors note: okay i will admit i got quite carried away with this one… my apologies. i wrote this while being high and listening to novacane by frank ocean, so possibly loosely based on that song. anyways i absolutely love nat and this request got me so excited i swear. hope u enjoy!

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You looked up at her from your spot in her lap. Her blonde hair hung over her eyes, the same eyes that were low with a red tent, and her lips.. the plush, pinkish lips that you adored so much. They were puffy from your feverish kisses, and now from the joint you were currently sharing. You cherished these moments that you got with Nat. It wasn’t often when it was just you and her, but when it was, God, it was freeing.

She looked so beautiful like this, you thought. A soft blush still tented her cheeks from the passionate kisses you two shared only minutes ago, and you relished in every moment of it.

You would always appreciate these small moments you got with her. Natalie was such a beautiful soul, she always had been. She was only dimmed by the bad things that happened in her life, things she didn’t deserve to happen to her.

But that’s life, it was cruel and unfair. But it gave you the chance to spend it loving her, slowly healing her with your heart, and you thanked it for it.

“Here, creeper.” She teased, softly tapping your shoulder, passing the joint, breaking you out of the trance her beauty had put you in.

You only smiled, taking her spare hand to mess around with her rings. “What? I can’t look at my pretty girlfriend?”

She smiled back. “Shut up.”

You took a hit of the joint. “Mhm. You love it.”

She only hummed happily, her fingers now running through your hair as you continued to puff on the joint. She expressed her love through touch and actions, one of the things you admired most about her. You took one final hit of it, keeping the smoke in your mouth before leaning up, capturing Natalie’s lips with yours, and softly blowing the smoke in between her plush lips.

Her eyes opened in surprise when she realized what you were doing, staring into yours. She inhaled the smoke before blowing it in your face, as you bit your lip in response. You held the joint up to her lips, urging her to take a hit. When she did, you leaned over to put the half smoked joint out, and before you could even put it down, Nat cupped your cheeks, bringing your lips back to hers in a haze.

You hummed into her mouth, going to straddle her waist, the kiss filled with love and passion. You swiped you tongue against her bottom lip, asking for entry. But, you knew it wouldn’t be that simple. Hell, you were even lucky you were on top right now. She opened her eyes, digging her nails into your hips, causing you to gasp against her lips. She took this opportunity to explore your mouth with her tongue, as you rolled your eyes.

Your tongues fit together like puzzle pieces, as you began to grow needier, your hips subconsciously beginning to grind against hers.

She pulled away from you with a smirk. “Eager, aren’t you?”

Your eyes travelled her face, the weed making you want her even more. “God, you look so fucking beautiful right now.”

Her eyes melted, looking at you with pure adoration. Your lips chased hers once more, and she kissed you hard this time, making you moan into her mouth. Her hands squeezed your waist, signaling for you to lean back. She helped you lay down, her lips never leaving yours.

She pulled back from you, hovering above you. Her arms were beside your head, while your hands cupped her jaw.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, both of your pupils blown out from the weed and the pure lust of wanting each other. You were silently thankful that you two called dibs on the attic for tonight. You both continued to admire each other, the pair of you lost in the other’s beauty.

She leaned down, capturing your lips in one more, hard, feverish kiss before she pulled away, leaning your head up with her other hand as she began to attack your jaw and neck with open-mouthed kisses, causing you to get weak in the knees.

Your hands went into her hair, tugging softly, as your leg hooked around her waist.

“Fuck, Nat.” You panted.

She pulled back, before shoving her knee in between your legs, sending heat to your already throbbing core, making you whimper quietly. “Yeah? You like that?”

“Fuck yeah,” You whispered.

She only smirked, going back to kiss your lips, as she began to grind her knee into your core, causing your moans to get gradually louder. Your hands moved down her torso, going to the hem of her shirt and tugging.

She pulled back shortly to pull it over her head, revealing her red bra, the one you loved so much. She then pulled you up to take yours off, leaving you both in shorts and bras. She grabbed you by your neck softly, bringing your lips back together. This action only turned you on even more, a small whine leaving your mouth.

“Shit, you liked that, didn’t you?” She pulled away from your lips, a teasing smile on her beautiful features.

You turned red. “…Maybe.” You didn’t give her any time to react before smashing your lips back onto hers.

You loved the feeling of her soft lips against yours, and she knew this, and she knew exactly how to make you fold. She knew your body probably better than you did, and God, did you love that. Her grip on your throat tightened, not enough to hurt but enough to only further arouse you.

“Mm, fuck.” She muttered against your lips, her deep, raspy voice making you whimper once more. She smirked against your lips, her hands trailing up to your breasts, squeezing them softly. You arched your back against her hands, while your hands cupped her cheeks harshly.

She took this opportunity to effortlessly unclasp your bra, pulling it off of your arms and throwing it across the room. Her lips were immediately kissing down your neck reaching your boobs within seconds, she left soft kisses around your nipple, you throwing your head back in pleasure. Her lips closed around the soft nub, her eyes trailing up to meet yours, while her other hand got to work on your other boob, rolling the nub between her fingers.

“Mm, shit, Nat.” You moaned, as she switched her mouth to the other one, making your head spin. You reached up, unclasping her bra as well, the blonde throwing it off, pulling down her shorts as well quickly before returning to your body, leaving her in her panties only. Your hands found her boobs quickly, squeezing. The blonde girl above you moaned quietly.

She began to kiss down your body, until she was laying on her stomach, her head hovering above your core, her fingers ghosting over your waistband. She looked up, her eyes meeting yours.

“Can I?” She asked, softly.

You nodded. “Please.”

She smiled at you softly, leaving one last kiss on your stomach, before pulling down your shorts and panties, your dripping core finally exposed. Her lips parted when her eyes connected with your pussy, as she began chuckling softly.

“This wet from just kissing? Damn, baby.” She teased.

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, smiling.

She shrugged. “Fine. I’ll shut up.”

And you opened your mouth to reply, but you were cut off by Natalie attaching her lips to your aching clit, sucking softly. She pulled your thighs to rest on her shoulders, giving her more space.

You threw your head back, muttering her name as your fingers immediately went to her hair, keeping you grounded.

She groaned against your core, sending vibrations up your body. “God, you taste so good.”

“Fuck,” You panted, palming your tits as your legs shook in pleasure.

She reached one hand up, trailing it up your stomach before grabbing your hand, interlacing your fingers and resting them together as she continued to devour you.

Her other hand reached down to your entrance, teasing your hole softly. You cried out, squeezing her hand.

“Please, Nat.” You whispered.

She kissed your inner thigh softly before inserting one finger inside of you, thrusting slowly. She kept a slow pace before eventually speeding up, all while you moaned her name over and over again like a prayer.

She then snuck another finger inside of you, curling both of them, making you see stars. The breathy gasps and moans that left your mouth were music to her ears, only urging her to go faster. When Natalie wanted something, she got it, and she was determined.

You clenched around her, the cord in your stomach only tightening, and she knew you were close. Your moans were getting louder, you continued to chant her name.

“Mm, you gonna come for me?” She grumbled against your clit, still leaving small kisses on it.

“Fuck— Yes, Natalie. Faster, please.” You moaned out, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Natalie only sped her movements up, coaxing you to a release. You opened your eyes, looking down at the blonde who was currently eating you like a woman starved, which technically she was.

In the soft candlelight, she looked so beautiful to you. Her eyes met yours with a imitating gaze, her hand squeezing yours.

Her soft bluish, greenish eyes bored into yours. “I love you,” She whispered against your clit. And with one more curl of her fingers along with a harsh suck to your clit, your back arched slowly while you let the euphoria wash over you.

You let out a soft yell of her name, throwing your head back as the cord in your belly finally snapped, a white static feeling flowing through your veins. You were in a state of ecstasy, while Natalie wasted no time in lapping up your juices, taking everything you had to offer.

She continued to do this until your legs began to shake, the overstimulation taking over as you came down from your high.

“Hey, baby.” She whispered, crawling back up your body. “You did so good for me,” She kissed your jaw gently.

You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering shut as you enjoyed her embrace. “I love you, Nat.”

She giggled quietly, pulling back to suck on the fingers that were inside you just moments ago, groaning at the taste. “I love you more, Y/N.”

“Never,” You whispered back, your eyes opening to find that she had prepared a wet rag, cleaning you up before laying down next to you with the forgotten joint in between her fingers.

She reached over, handing you your shirt as she put hers over her head, you doing the same. After you two got comfortable, she pulled you into her arms, lighting the joint up once more.

She sighed, happily, turning on her side to face you. “Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked, your fingers drawing shapes on her hip.

“For just… I dunno, letting me be me.” She slowly said, still puffing on the joint. “You just.. When I’m with you, it feels like I don’t have to pretend. I can just be me without judgement.”

You smiled, your hand coming up to cup her jaw. “Of course. I wouldn’t want it any other way, Nat. I love you for you. I always have.”

She passed you the joint before pulling you in for one final heated kiss, and you kissed her back, hard and deep.

Yeah… you could get used to this. She was the one good thing about being stranded in the middle of the Wilderness. She had always been your anchor, now more than ever.

And you had never felt more grateful.

You continued to hit the joint before you slowly climbed onto her, straddling her waist for the second time that night. Her hands came to rest on where your hips and thighs met, a smile on her lips. “What’re you doing now?”

You only laughed. “Oh, you didn’t think this was over, did you? No, no. It’s your turn, baby.”

She laughed with you, excitement and butterflies both erupting in her stomach and she knew it was gonna be a long night, but she didn’t care as long as it was with you.

all of the yellowjackets are going to die.

i've had different versions of this theory bouncing around in my head since mid s1, and if you've seen final destination, you can just skip the rest of the post because you probably already know where i'm going with this.

natalie's death scene was overall unsatisfying in my opinion, but that's not because i don't think that the show was leading up to it eventually. her character arc was rushed and cut off too abruptly, but after sitting with the episode for a bit, i do think that natalie was always going to be the first of the survivors we saw die.

"we both know that's not true. this is exactly where we belong. we've been here for years."

now it's notable that natalie is appearing as she did the night of the party in the pilot. the last night before the plane crash. not just her outfit, but her hair and make up are the same. see how much of her roots are grown out, vs how much they're grown out in the 96 timeline.

when that plane went down 600 miles off course, no one was supposed to survive. not a single person on that plane should have made it out. The Wilderness, the lonely, violent, misunderstood Wilderness kept them alive when they crashed into It. when they found cabin guy's plane back in s1, lottie looked at the vines growing around the wheels and said "It didn't want him to leave", and she was right. laura lee's trip ending in spontaneous combustion should have been enough to prove that if only they were paying attention by then.

they all should have died when that plane crashed. The Wilderness allowed them to survive, to make a home. albeit violently, tragically, It nurtured them through two winters, and ungratefully, they all left anyway. eventually they're all going to have to go home to It, one way or another, dead or alive. It's already been inside them for years.

i mean fuck, i like pills, i like drugs, i like gettin money, i like strippers, i like to fuck, i like day-drinkin and day parties and hollywood, i like doing hollywood shit— snort it, probably would

— let the light in, lucy gray baird

pairing: lucy gray baird x fem!reader

warnings: slight tbosas spoilers, Y/N usage, established relationship, standard ballad of songbirds and snakes warnings.

authors note: i adore lucy gray so much !! i had to write about her i swear! she is my fav girl rn, and i hope you all enjoy this !

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After you cheated to help your tribute, Lucy Gray, you were banished to none other than District 12. Well, at first it was said to be 11, but you bribed the Peacekeeper’s with the remaining money you had.

At least in banishment you could attempt to find your songbird.

It was quite upsetting at first when you heard the news, mainly because you had to leave your friends behind, Coriolanus and Sejanus. Your family didn’t care much for you, and you felt the same about them.

But you didn’t have much to loose, so you were content with the decision— even if life in the Districts was very different than what you had previously known.

The first week, you didn’t see a glimpse of the brunette, but you were also extremely busy with settling in. You got a small apartment and a job as a nurse for the Peacekeepers.

It wasn’t until Saturday night when you were invited by some random girl from work to the local pub, known as the Hob. Needing some liquid courage you decided why not and tagged along.

But the second you stepped into those doors and heard that all-too familiar beautiful voice singing, your heart damn near stopped.

You can’t take my charm,

You can’t take my humor.

You can’t take my wealth, ‘cause it’s just a rumor.

Nothing you can take was ever worth keeping,

No, nothing you can take was ever worth keeping.

She sung the same song she did the first time you saw her, the smile on your face only growing as she came into view. You continued your walk throughout the crowd, splitting off with the people you came with to get closer to the girl.

Thinkin’ your so fine, thinkin’ you can have mine.

Thinkin’ your in control, think you’ll change me,

Maybe rearrange me, think again if that’s your goal!

She smiled brightly as she strummed her guitar for the intermission, as when she turned her eyes fell onto you. Shock was obvious on her face, the girl almost stopping the strumming of her guitar by it. The wide eyes she had were replaced with smiling ones as it sank in. You sent a small wave and a nod her way, the girl’s smiling only growing as she ran back up to the mic.

Can’t take my sass, can’t talk my talkin’.

You can kiss my ass, then keep on walkin’.

Nothing you could take was ever worth keepin’.

Oh, nothin’ you could take was ever worth keepin’.

She sang her heart out, her eyes and that smile never leaving your gaze.

Nothing you could take from me is worth dirt.

Take it, ‘cause I’d give it free, it won’t hurt.

Nothing you could take was ever worth keepin’.

No, nothing you could take was ever worth keepin’.

Her and the Covey Band finished the song with cheers and claps erupting from the crowd, more specifically, you.

“Thank you, 12, for another night.” She bowed, nodding before leaving the stage.

You followed her with your gaze, shuffling through the crowd in an attempt to get to her. After a moment of shoving and apologizing, you finally got backstage.

You walked through the corridor. “Lucy Gray?” You called, cautious with your steps. You nearly jumped out of your skin when she jumped on your back.

She let out giggles at your yelp, smiling against your hair as she left kisses on your neck and shoulders. The feeling of her lips on your skin sent tingles down your spine as you remembered the kisses you shared through fences in the moonlight.

“Y/N!” She smiled, jumping off your back to properly hug you. She pulled your into her arms, her head going into the crook of your neck.

“Hi,” You whispered as she pulled back, a smile on her face.

“I thought I’d never see you again, oh, I thought they killed you. That’s what the rumors around here said.” Her southern drawl mixed with her concern pulled a smile out of you.

“I’m okay, they just banished me here.” You explained, you hand coming up to rub her worry lines away with your thumb. She smiled at the action, her hand rubbing your arm lovingly. “Other than a few punches, they treated me well. Bribed ‘em into putting me in twelve, y’know I had to come back for my songbird.” You brushed some hair behind her ear.

She turned a light shade of pink at the nickname you gave to her the first time you met at the train station. “How long are you stayin’?”

“Forever, I guess.” You shrugged. “I don’t really have anyone else to go back to, really. My parents pretty much disobeyed me, and all I had at the Capitol were Coryo and Sejanus.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” She grabbed your hand, squeezing.

“It’s alright, bird. I’m with you, that makes it okay.” You teased, smiling.

She stared into your eyes for a moment, her honey eyes flickering down to your lips. Without a word, she turned on her heel, her hand still laced with yours and pulled you into a small room.

You followed with furrowed eyebrows, opening your mouth to say something, but the second the door closed you were pinned to it, her lips on yours.

You moaned against her lips in shock, your hands coming up to cup her cheeks, deepening the kiss. Her hands squeezed your hips as she smiled against your lips. When you pulled back for air, the smile never left her face.

“I missed you, so much.” She whispered. “I can’t wait to introduce you to the Covey, they’re gonna love you.”

Your thumb rubbed against the scar on her cheekbone. “I can’t wait either, bird.”

She left another kiss on your lips before turning on her heel, and running to the corner, rummaging through a chest on the floor.

You walked over to the middle of the room, a love-sick smile on your face as you watched the girl.

She turned back to you with the same rose you gave her all those weeks ago in the train station, a mischievous glint in her eye. When she was eye to eye with you, she presented it with a curtesy.

“Y/N, will you give me the honorable title of your girlfriend?” She asked, a teasing smile on her face with a serious tone in her voice.

“Why, yes, Ms. Baird, I would love to.” You accepted the rose, your cheeks dusted pink as she ran forward to connect your lips again, giggling.

Your heart was full as you held your songbird, love being shared in your kiss. Yeah, you thought, I’m gonna be okay here. 

And in the arms of your lover, nothing could hurt you anymore.

— lost time | ron weasley

+ ron weasley x witch!reader

boy, the lack of ron fics on here is saddening. my goofy king is so under-rated so i just had to write someting. this is purely self-indulgent because i'm obsessed with auror!ron and miss hogwarts. can you imagine dancing with ron in auror robes? swoon.

tags: fluff, getting-together, aged up/adults, after hogwarts

You're not sure how long you've been staring. It might have been an embarrassing amount of time — if you cared to check.

Time has been good to him. He is taller than you remember, lankier than ever, cheeks hollowing out and accentuating his strong, angled jaw. He's dressed in Auror robes no doubt, the thick black material cutting into the pale, freckled flesh and contrasting tastefully with his fiery red hair.

You spot Harry Potter beside him, who, to no one's surprise, is surrounded by a swarm of people as Ron snickers at him from the edges of the group. Harry throws him a disgruntled look. Their boyish tendencies make you smile, as your mind's eye turns back in time, to your years at Hogwarts.

While most people in your year had been obsessing over the Boy who Lived, you had had your eyes set out for his best friend. He had been, after all, your then closest friend's brother. But nothing had ever happened except for him once borrowing a quill from you and then he was someone else's.

And now, years later, there's just a small flutter in your heart at the sight of him. The dysrhythmia induced by a school girl crush has long disappeared but he's plenty handsome and that is hard to ignore.

"If you'd like me to introduce you, you need only say the word," Ginny's voice stirs you out of your daze.

You blush, tearing your gaze away from the red-head and look at the witch beside you. There's an all too familiar glint in her eyes that makes you frown. You had already caught up with each other several minutes ago, delighted at finally being able to meet each other at this Hogwarts Reunion, which was otherwise impossible because of your busy schedules.

"It's Harry you should be worried about," you retort, gesturing at the sea of innumerable witches he has now disappeared amidst.

"Ron's not seeing anyone at the moment," Ginny notes nonchalantly and you almost choke on your drink.

"It was a school crush, Ginevra," you mutter, but your words sound hollow to yourself as you watch Ron Weasley tilt his head back and laugh at something Luna Lovegood had just said.

"If only you had told me before year seven...," she mumbles, trailing off into her own thought. Only when Harry, Ron and Hermione had famously left their last year at Hogwarts to go on a quest to save the world (a story that was now a bed time tale for the new generation of wizards and witches) did you confess to Ginny that you had had an unrequited crush on her brother. But then the world almost ended, lives were lost and you lost touch with your only link to the Weasleys.

"If only. Too bad a dark, evil wizard was trying to kill us all," you mutter and Ginny throws you a look.

"You're actually perfect for Ron, you know," she remarks and you sigh, sipping the last of the enchanted beer.

"Why are you trying to play cupid, anyway? Do you not have people to meet? Hear Slughorn's looking for you," you say, in a vain effort to change the subject.

"He was?" Ginny asks, suddenly perking up and looking around with a troubled expression.

"If he asks for me again, I was never here," she whispers, slinking off into the crowd and out of sight.

Finally managing to shake off the flaming presence of one, adamant Weasley, you weave your way towards the bar. You order another round of the butter beer and look off to your left and back, only to find yourself standing beside... Ron Weasley himself.

"Hi," you say, a little out of breath, having been caught like a deer in headlights. He looks shocked too, not expecting someone to ambush him at the bar counter.

"I'm Y/N L/N," you add, trying to compose yourself and smile awkwardly.

"Oh...Y/N...?" his expression remains blank.

"Ginny and I used to be close...," you say, trying hard not to let the disappointment shine through in your voice.

"Ahh," Ron mumbles looking away and you're not convinced that means anything to him.

You wish the ground would open and swallow you whole. You're about to make a run for it and apparate, to save yourself from the embarrassment, when Ron speaks up.

"You wouldn't happen to be the girl who set Dean and Ginny up back then, did you?" he asks, as he gestures for the bar tender - Mrs. Rosmerta's son you've learnt.

You frown. "No, I don't think that was me. Why?" you ask, curious.

"Oh they were trouble, don't know why anybody thought they were a good idea," he mutters and you chuckle.

"'Suppose it's better having your best friend date your sister," you note, grateful for an excuse to keep the conversation going.

Ron turns towards you. "You'd think. But every time he's home, she takes up all his bloody time," he murmurs, so very sincerely, that you can't help but laugh.

"Don't tell him I said that though," he says, turning his head to look at Harry in the crowd who has finally managed to find his way to his old friends. "Don't need his head getting any bigger."

You grin. "I doubt it'll ever come up but I'll keep it in mind," you chirp, pausing to take a sip of the drink hat the bar-tender's handed to you.

You fall into easy conversation then, the awkwardness disappearing as Ron's smile gets wider and you start feeling more relaxed. He's sitting much closer to you now, drink in hand, smelling slightly like an old comforter and toothpaste and you're so happy, you've forgotten your drink beside you.

"We had a good run here," Ron is saying. He looks up and around him, at the adorned walls of the Great Hall and you nod.

"She's still so beautiful," you murmur, looking at the ceiling that has been bewitched to twinkle like with sky with stars today.

Ron sighs, wistfully. "Merlin, I miss Hogwarts."

"What do you miss the most?"

"Everything, you know, the food, the teachers, these halls, the dormitories. Blimey, even the classes, the girls—"

"What was so bad about the girls?" you ask, pretending to be offended and Ron's ears turn red.

"No, hell, I mean, it was so difficult to talk to girls back then.... but I'd take that over what I have going on right now."

He looks at you sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.

You frown at him.

"What do you mean?"

"What with work and everything, you know, there's no time," he admits, sighing.

"I'm sure any witch would make time for a wizard like you," you muse, eyes twinkling.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ron echoes, quirking an eyebrow at you but there's a playfulness to his tone.

"I mean— you're an Auror— a great, distinctly famous wizard— and a good man from what I've heard," you say, as the red-head's eyebrows shoot up higher.

"And you're gorgeous," you add after a beat, not quite looking at him but Ron turns crimson. It's bold, for your standards and you decide to blame the beer.

"It's not that easy you know," he says after a moment, clearing his throat.

You look back at him through your eyelashes. There's a new shine in his eyes, a little pucker at the corner of his lips that makes your heart beat a little faster.

You're in the mood to play, so you lean over. "Oh, it's not? Do tell..."

"Well, I've been sat here twenty minutes," he says, leaning closer, voice dropping low, "...trying to rack up the nerve to ask a witch out for a dance and been failing spectacularly so far."

A shiver travels down your back and you tongue the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning. "Maybe try now?"

Ron suppresses a grin.

"Do you...," he's turned a slight shade of pink and you can't help but smile.

"Do you reckon you'd like to dance with me?" he asks, running a hand through his hair, tousling it and you have a mad urge to smooth it out but resist. There's a blush tinting his cheeks but the bashful grin on his face makes your cheeks heat up.

"I'd like that," you whisper as Ron stands up and bows before you, extending his hand.

You weave through a large part of the crowd hand in hand, to a somewhat empty space is the middle and Ron pulls you close to himself, taking one of your hands in his and placing a gentle one on your waist, taking the lead.

You blush a little, surprised by the charge he takes. You definitely like this cooler, confident Ron with bits of awkwardness and goofiness sprinkled in.

"You're a lot different than I remember," you blurt out, regretting it the minute the words roll off your tongue.

To your surprise, Ron looks amused.

"You have memories from school about me?"

You start swaying to the music, falling quite easily into the step of waltz.

Trapped. "Well...I was one of your sister's closest friends and you were only one of the most famous wizard's best friend," you say quickly, before you can embarrass yourself more by letting out your secret.

The song slows down, as you gently sway to the music, painfully aware of how warm Ron's breath is on your face. The hall is quieter now, the couples swaying silently on the floor as others watch and the gravity of the situation sinks in.

You're dancing with Ron Weasley.

You try to contain the flurry of butterflies erupting in your stomach at the realisation, but it's hard to focus when he's so gently holding you against him. You dance in quiet embrace for the rest of the song, fighting a losing hormonal battle, and just as it segues into something slightly faster, Ron spins you out on one arm.

"I'm sorry I don't remember you from school much," he says softly.

It's nothing— it's a pinch, a paper cut if anything. You already know he doesn't remember you but you can't help the flutter of disappointment in your chest his words.

You roll back into his arm gracefully and look up into his piercing blue eyes.

"Quite a shame really, you'd think I'd not be stupid and remember one of the most beautiful witches I've ever seen," he says, a genuineness in his eyes that makes you falter.

You freeze briefly in your little step, a wave of heat erupting over your chest at his swift words. School-girl-you would've melted into a puddle on the floor at these words, but adult-you knows better and wills your rapidly beating heart to slow down.

"You'd think so," you reply breathily, feigning disappointment and Ron chuckles.

"I'm sorry. You've got to excuse teenage Ron, he was a right git," he says and you can't help but laugh.

"I forgive him," you say. "We were all gits when we were sixteen."

"You know," he pipes again, pulling you away from the center of the floor. The music has turned faster now and by the time he's pulled you to the very edges, the floor is a chaotic flurry of limbs.

"We could make up for lost time."

You quirk up an eyebrow at him, surprised by his forwardness.

"For someone who was struggling to ask me for a dance only minutes ago, you're being awfully direct."

Ron blushes but the grin on his face grows wider.

"Something an old friend told me about letting people know you fancy them when you fancy them," he mumbles and you quirk an amused eyebrow at him.

"You fancy me?"

He smiles sheepishly. "I thought it was obvious," he quips, pulling you closer by your fingers.

"I'd like to get to know you better then," you whisper. Ron smiles down warmly at you, turning your stomach to mush.

"I'd like to get to know you better too," he says, and his smile quickly turns into a smirk.

"Your place or mine?"

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