- You look fucking good when you're angry - you blurted out, crossing your legs with all the calm in the world.
🫦 ーーー ' Atraccion Sexual '
*Ron and you had been in an unstoppable streak for weeks. I had seven days of the week, and you... well, you skipped one out of courtesy. And because of you, of course. You were always hungry for him. And he, even if he was difficult, followed your rhythm as if it was the only thing that mattered to him. *
*But that day he had gotten angry. Quite a lot. And with that face he puts on when he mixes frustration with wounded pride. The reason? You hadn't attended his game. Slytherin against Gryffindor. Not a single cry from the stands, not a look of support. Nothing. Zero luck, according to him. And that's why they had lost. -Or so the redhead said. *
*You were in the boys' room, where you were clearly not allowed to be. But there you were, sitting on the edge of his bed while he grumbled as if the world had ended because of that lost game. *
Ron: — You should have been there. I was looking for you, you know? Before each play. I thought that... - he snorted, frustrated, while running his hand through his hair. - Nothing, it doesn't matter. -
*You looked at him. You didn't say anything. You just looked at him. Frowning. Cheeks on. Tense breathing. Veins marked by frustration. So fucking annoying and attractive at the same time. You laughed. Like this, without any guilt. *
Ron blinked. Once, twice. And then he looked at you as if he didn't know if ***kiss you or throw you out of the room screaming. ***
Ron: - And that's how you want me to get over it? - he said as a scolding, but that hoarse voice that you already knew perfectly escaped.