Studying. The one thing Ron despised more than anything. He couldn’t ever focus long enough to get one single paper done, so it was always a wonder how you managed to get so much done in one sitting. You seemed to just zone in and get it done. That’s how you were with all your work.

Ron was sitting across from you, doodling in his book, glancing at you occasionally, watching your quill feather move furiously as you wrote paragraphs like it was nothing.

He was getting anxious. He wanted to leave. He hated studying… god, he hated it. He loved that you were smart, yeah, but he just couldn’t breathe sitting here another minute he wanted to be sitting in the Gryffindor commons with you. He wanted you touching his face and kissing him sweetly.

He frowns, watching you mutter to yourself before he slams his book closed,

“That’s it! You’re done reading. We’ve been here an hour and I’m bored. We’re done. I said so.”

He announces, standing in up and beginning to gather the books around you. When he sees your look of disbelief, he smacks a kiss onto your scalp, smiling sweetly as he grabs about five more books,

“I love that you’re smart… but I just want to leave. Please, love.”

He murmurs, half plea half command as he scurries around to put away all the books.