One of the worst parts of the aftermath of the second task was that everybody was very keen to hear details of what had happened in the lake, which meant Josephine was asked questions nonstop.
There were some things they couldn't talk about, like why she'd woken up early or why that creature tried to drown her.
As they entered March, the weather became drier, but cruel winds skinned their hands and faces every time they went out onto the grounds. There were delays in the post because the owls kept being blown off course.
"You know, you're more distracting than helpful," Josephine mused.
Ron and Josephine sat in a more secluded area toward the back of the library, hidden from view from numerous stacks.
They were supposed to be finding a book for Herbology before class. The keyword was supposed to.
"I think I'm quite helpful," Ron grinned, and he kissed the crest of her neck to her cheek before motioning for her to turn around.
She already had to lean up to kiss him, and he leaned down to kiss her. At the rate he grew, he'd be towering over her.
His arm came around her waist, and she practically giggled when he pulled her closer. The contact was always a jolt to her senses. He made it hard to think straight.
His lips took a slow sleep of hers, hesitant at first, before becoming more firm and far more certain. She didn't know whether it was herself or him who deepened the kiss first. He always tasted so good in a way that didn't make sense. She felt the stroke of his tongue in every part of her: from the shivers down her spine, the warm sensation over the mark, to the tightening sensation in her stomach.
Her breath hitched when he broke away, and she almost wanted to cry. He wasn't gone long; within a second, he was trailing hot, lingering kisses across her jaw and to her neck, where he lingered in the spot he knew for certain drove her nuts.
"Ron, we're going to be late for class," Josephine breathed, tugging at his hair until he was looking at her. His eyes were darker than ever and looked glazed over as though he'd been properly kissed senseless.
In a way, he had. They both had.
Neither of them paid any thought or worry to the fact Madam Pince could have walked in on them.
Ron still didn't care.
He briefly ignored her words and pressed two quick kisses to her smiling lips and one to her forehead before grabbing a book from the second-highest shelf, making sure to press against her in a way that didn't hide how he was feeling.
She could tell her cheeks were burning from his actions.
"Here's the book," Ron said, grinning.
Her mouth fell.
"You let me look for ages when you'd already found it!" she laughed, and she shoved his shoulder before heading to the table where their stuff sat.
This was one of the many reasons why she always went to the library with Hermione and never Ron. At least she got work done with Hermione here.
"You're just so cute when you're focused," Ron laughed, and he followed her out of the library, intertwining their hands as they walked.
It was time for double Potions, which Josephine was kind of dreading. Not only did Ron ensure her focus was shot, but she really just wanted to take a nap.
"Do you think if I finish my Potion quicker, he'll ignore me sleeping?" she asked, and both Harry and Ron laughed while Hermione snorted.
"Since when were you tired?" Ron laughed. "You weren't ten minutes-"
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No Goodbyes \ Ron Weasley
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