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Ron Weasley (redron) wrote in takingamulligan,
@ 2010-04-15 17:01:00

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! need a tag, lavender brown, ron weasley

Who: Ron and Lavender
When: After classes and arguments and much journal chaos
What: Calming times? Talking, distracting, not punching Harry in the face for sleeping with Ginny.
Where: A window seat in the hall near the prefect's bath.
Rating: Likely 14A for swearing
Status: In progress

With the way Ron's day had started, he wasn't surprised it had gone to shit.

After waking up too late to get food and having to rush striaght to class, the conversation with Lav in his journal cheered him slightly, and did indeed distract him. Finally, blessedly, it was time for lunch, but Ron's glee was short-lived. Not long after, he noticed Harry's journal entry. Things had rather spiraled from there, and it was all Ron had been able to do to keep from tracking his mate down and getting in another fight. Ron was sick of fighting, though, and too late he realized the wards weren't working. Then he had to deal with Ginny, and she was pissed too. But Ron didn't want to talk to either of them where anyone could see. It wasn't anyone's business but theirs, except Ron knew he'd never have a hope in hell of fixing things in person. He was still too mad and he'd probably lose his temper and clock Harry one, and he didn't want that to happen. And he didn't fancy getting hit round the head by Gin, either, which he reckoned she was in the mood for.

Still, Ron wanted to fix things before they got too out of control, and now Ginny and Harry were meeting up at the Owlry. Ron was trying to figure out what to write back, or if he should go find them, and whether he should yell at Ginny or apologize and he was so frustrated by the stupid events of the day he was about ready to just sod it all and tell them both to stuff it.

Lavender must've known he was upset, though. She must've been able to tell, beyond his stupid writings in the stupid journals that Ron now thought were completely and utterly stupid, because he hadn't really come right out to say it. Ron knew that she'd said she was coming to look for him, but it seemed like more than that. It seemed like whenever he needed her, or wanted her, she was there. He wondered if that was just how it was like in a relationship. If the person who could make you feel better just did without it having to be a big deal, and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He'd do that for Lav, any time. Set aside whatever shite he was dealing with to make her feel better if she got that look on her face. It wouldn't even occur to him to do anything else.

Ron wondered if it was like that for Harry and Ginny.

Whatever the case, the very moment he spotted Lavender, he made room for her on the window seat he was currently sprawled in. Not only had he come to think of that closet as their closet, but this hallway (the one leading up to that close, and also the prefect's bath) as their hallway. It was subconscious, perhaps, but he was glad, at least, that she'd known where to look.

Still, he wasn't wholly convinced she wasn't going to scold him for making a mess of things again, since he knew she'd been telling Harry she was trying to keep Ron from killing him. He'd told her he wouldn't doubt her anymore, and he didn't doubt that she loved him. He just wasn't sure if she thought this mess was all his fault, and he really didn't want to deal with hearing that he'd bollocksed everything up. It was already pretty plain to see he'd pissed off Harry and Ginny, after all. There was no mistaking that.

The stubbornness showed on his face as he watched her approach, and he didn't move from his position with his quill poised to snap back at Ginny once he found the words.

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inlavender
2010-04-16 12:54 am UTC (link)

Well, this was a ruddy mess. Lavender wasn't so embarrassed about what she had said that was meant to be under wards, since she wasn't an exceptionally private person, and really, it could have been a lot worse if she had been feeling amorous. She was still a little self-conscious about public displays of affection beyond short kisses and hand-holding, since she knew she'd been a little over-enthusiastic Sixth Year, but Ron didn't make her feel embarrassed about it. So she didn't climb on top of him in the middle of the common room (unlike some people, apparently), but she didn't pretend like they weren't dating, either.

She snapped her journal shut after her last response to Ginny's entry and shoved the thing under her pillow for good measure, thinking it was probably much more trouble than it was worth. Now that Divination was over for the day, she really should get started on her astrological chart, but it could be put off for awhile until she'd had a chance to talk to Ron. He was the only person who came before Divination, so that was something for him to feel good about, at least.

There were a lot of places he could be, but she had a feeling she knew where to find him, and sure enough spotted his newly-shorn head in the sunlight of the picture window of "their" hallway, keeping her steps light as she approached. He had his journal on his lap, and as much as she just wanted to take it away (and maybe throw it in the bath), she instead just sat across from him, leaning her back against the side of the window, stretching her legs out beside him. "Hi."

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redron
2010-04-16 01:08 am UTC (link)

Ron fingered the pages of his journal, looking down to the angry ink marks his sister had clearly made in frustration at him, and then looked back to his girlfriend. She didn't seem like she was upset with him, and a little bit of the tension eased from his shoulders just with her presence.

"Hi," he responded, voice quiet.

He was looking down again and frowning, but he did reach out then, hand going to her ankle, gently wrapping his fingers around it just to have that contact. He wanted more, but she had sat a small distance away. Maybe she was angry?

Ron didn't know. He never knew, and he always bloody made it worse. His scowl deepened slightly and again he contemplated writing back or interrupting their visit in the owlry. He didn't think either of those options were good ideas, but it just felt wrong, too, to leave things as they were.

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inlavender
2010-04-16 01:20 am UTC (link)

She smiled at his touch, glad to see he wasn't so angry that he didn't want any contact with her. That's why she'd been tentative -- she didn't want to make a bad situation worse because she was provoking him.

Reaching out, she very gently took his quill and laid it inside his journal, marking the page he had open, then closing it and setting it aside to make room for herself on his lap. She took things slowly so he had time to protest, but she pushed herself upwards and slid into his lap, facing outwards so that she could lean against the window, legs dangling across him and over the edge of the seat.

"How are you?" she asked, a very small smile on her face, just to show that she wasn't asking to be sarcastic or because she was angry.

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redron
2010-04-16 01:52 am UTC (link)

Ron was almost relieved when she took his journal so he didn't have to try and think of what to say to his sister anymore. And when she moved towards him, his arms went around her so quickly he realized he'd just been waiting for her to move into range. He let his eyes close and dropped his head to press his lips to her shoulder, just resting against her for a moment, as though he had to catch his breath.

After a few deep breaths and some stretching silence, Ron tilted his head back and let it thunk against the stone behind him as he looked up at her. "Dunno. Bit better now, though."

What else could he say? He'd seen red. He'd gotten angry that his best mate was fooling around with his little sister and the urge to keep her little and young and innocent or something had taken over. Much as he didn't want to think about Ginny and Harry doing the sorts of things he did with Lav, he couldn't deny anymore that they did. At least some things. Harry had said as much by refusing to make the denials Ron had asked him to.

But even now, only moments after the arguments had finished, Ron knew he'd over-reacted. What was he supposed to do, though? Say congratulations? Say sure, do whatever you want to my sister, I don't give a shit? He did give a shit. He wanted to take care of her, make sure she never got hurt, and even if he knew Harry was a good bloke, the best, really, it didn't change the fact that Ron wanted his little sister to remain his little sister.

"I might've, uh. Over-reacted. Just a little," Ron admitted, mumbling as he spoke.

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inlavender
2010-04-16 02:44 am UTC (link)

She reached up to tangle her hand in his hair, glad he had put his arms around her and not reacted badly to being close to her. Even if she knew he was upset, it still would have hurt if he'd rejected her.

Now though, she could see that he wasn't angry so much as... confused. She knew that he was just trying to look out for Ginny, and even if he was misguided, he meant well. He just had to learn to accept that some things were just... inevitable.

"It's okay. It's good that you knew enough not to talk to Harry in person, and later on you can talk it out and you can both apologize," she said, keeping her voice soft and soothing. "Everyone gets heated about stuff like that."

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redron
2010-04-16 03:36 am UTC (link)

"Everyone does, really?" Ron said, and though the words were sarcastic, there was no nasty edge to them. He didn't believe that everyone did, but he wasn't trying to hurt Lav for it. He never wanted to hurt her. Besides, her hand in his hair had almost instantly drained all the anger out of him. Besides, what was there to be angry about right now?

Aside from the fact that Harry was shagging his sister.

Ron visibly winced as the thought hit him, pulling a face at Lavender. "I can't believe he... Gin's just... she's my little sister. My little sister, you know?"

Shaking his head a bit, he closed his eyes and tried not to let the defensiveness rear it's ugly head again. He'd have to learn to accept it eventually. He couldn't exactly but a chastity belt on her or, and he was pretty sure Harry and Gin would work together to kill him if he actually tried to take any steps to keep a closer eye on her.

"I know it's Harry, but... I don't know. I don't want to see Ginny hurt. By anyone," Ron said, shrugging helplessly. "And now she's pissed."

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inlavender
2010-04-16 05:01 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, everyone. Even me, though otherwise I am so nearly close to perfect," she teased, dropping a kiss on the top of his head.

"I know she's your little sister, but she's not, you know... little. She's of legal age, and we both know she's mature enough to have made the decision with a clear head. Ginny's smart, and she's capable. I know you want to protect her, and there's nothing wrong with that, but I guess... I guess everyone has to learn to accept that the people they love are grown. She had to do the same for you, after all."

She shrugged, stroking her hand through his hair, tugging a bit with each downstroke. "I happen to know the Weasley temper flashes and dissipates pretty quickly. If you guys talk it out later when you're both calm, it'll blow over."

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redron
2010-04-16 07:12 pm UTC (link)

Ron took a long moment to process her words, turning them over in his head and considering them. He supposed she was right, really. Ginny wasn't an idiot, he knew that. And much as he'd like to pretend she was a kid still, because that was how it had been for so long, he knew it wasn't the case.

Besides, it was Harry. What did he think Harry was ever goign to do to her? It had been a bit daft, really, because not only did Harry know what Ron would do to him if he bollocksed it all up, Ron knew Harry would never hurt his sister on purpose. He wouldn't play head games, and he was very clearly serious about her. What more could Ron ask for? Plus, if they did the restaurant thing instead of the auror thing, Ron wouldn't even have to worry about Harry going and dying on Gin and hurting her that way. It wasn't as if baking was all that dangerous an occupation, after all.

"Yeah," Ron said, to all of it. Lav was right about Ginny and she was right about their tempers. They were both typical Weasleys. They got mad, sure, but really, especially with family, they never stayed mad long. Hell, they'd even forgiven Percy, and he had been a prat for months.

Much as Ron would be reluctant to admit it, Lavender sitting in his lap and running her hand through his hair would probably calm him down from about anything.

He managed a bit of a sheepish smile for her then and said, "You know I love you pretty bloody madly, right?"

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inlavender
2010-04-16 08:19 pm UTC (link)

She grinned at the look on his face and swooped down for a quick kiss, unable to help herself. She knew that Ron was a good person, and he really meant well, even when he bollocksed up his response to things. But he always tried to make up for it, and that's why she loved him so much -- in the end, he always did the right thing.

"I do know that, as does everyone who has a journal, apparently," she said, leaning back against the window again to let the sunlight warm her skin. The glass was warm and it felt very, very cozy right there.

"Can't even imagine what's going on with the wards, but I'm glad we kept the conversation to at least a publicly-viewable level."

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redron
2010-04-16 08:38 pm UTC (link)

"I don't really care who knows, to be honest," Ron said with a bit of bravado. It was mostly true, except that when he'd finally realized that everyone could read about Lavender cheering him up on the weekend, he'd certainly blushed something fierce. More for her sake, though. He didn't want to get her in any sort of trouble. At least neither of them had gone into any sort of detail, though. They'd talked about worse things in the past, after all. It very well could have turned to a different sort of converstation than it had been.

He nudged her now, and gave her a shy sort of smile as he started to fiddle with the edge of her shirt, rolling the material between his fingers idly. "You didn't have to say anything to that Dorny bint, you know."

Despite his words, it was clear he was pretty chuffed about it.

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inlavender
2010-04-17 01:41 am UTC (link)

"I know. And you know I don't really care either, I'm just trying... I don't want people to think I'm not serious about you. I guess I'm just still thinking about all the things people said about me when we were together before. I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I can't help it," she said softly, swinging her legs to bounce her heels off the stone wall.

She smirked at the way he said that, knowing whatever his words, it was pretty clear he hadn't minded. "I didn't have to, but it certainly was fun!"

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redron
2010-04-17 03:06 am UTC (link)

"I don't really know if I care what people think about us," Ron mused quietly. "So long as you and me are clear on it, I think we're good. Who cares about before, anyway. I was kind of the world's biggest prat before."

He smoothed his fingers over the soft skin of her belly beneath her shirt, but the touch was innocent. It wasn't meant to start anything. He wasn't even thinking about the way he was touching her, really. It was just simple contact. And she'd said he was amazing and brilliant and talented and sexy and sweet. He hung onto her a little more tightly and pressed another kiss to her shoulder. The best part was, he knew she meant it. She actually thought all those things about him, just like he did about her.

It made him wish that he was a more eloquent person so maybe he could express it better. It didn't seem very romantic to say, "Now, though. Now you make me stupid happy. I didn't even know it could feel like this."

His face turned pink as he said it, and his eyes dropped down to where his hand was on her stomach. It was true, but it just sounded so daft to say.

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