~𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖~ ℝ𝕠𝕟 𝕎𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕪 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

~Chapter 4~

"Honey are you ready to go? Molly just texted me and asked if we left yet, she says she is about to take Ron," I hear my moms voice rumbling from down the stairs.

"Um yeah give me a second!" I shout back down. I frantically ramble through my closet as I see a red plaid skirt. It was made of a cheap material, and it barely fit. Running my fingers along the hangers of cloths, I stop at a black and white crop top. It has long black and white stripped sleeves, perfect to match with thigh high socks with the same black and white pattern. I throw some fishnet tights on, then the skirt, then the crop top, along with the socks and some thigh gaters i thought would look cute. I step back and admire myself in a mirror.

I send a picture to Hermione to show her what I'm wearing.

Smelly Hoe: DAMNNNNN Y/N OKAY AS YOU SHOULD

I smile as I see the notification unlock on my phone. I knew Hermione would like it.

"Y/n are you coming? Molly just texted me, Harry and Ron are already at the mall," My mom shouts again. I pick up my checkered vans bag and basically fall down the stairs.

"Yeah yeah I'm ready."

"That's a bit of an... interesting outfit y/n," My mom looks me up and down. "Do you have a-"

"Yes, I have shorts underneath my skirt," I say rolling my eyes. I hate how my mom always critiques what I wear and makes sure I'm being "appropriate."

"Okay good because I don't want Harry or Ron to try something," My dad says as he steps around the corner into the kitchen. My dad really knows how to get on my nerves. I clench my fists as he walks past me. Little does he know he should be worried about ME trying something.

"Dad are you aware that women can do things without only trying to impress men? Not everything I do is to attract male attention, crazy I know," I state sarcastically. Instead of letting him try and make a stupid remark in return, I just turn around and walk away. My relationship with my dad isn't awful, it just makes my blood boil. He thinks he is really funny, but in reality he is just a dick.

I meet my mom who is now in the living room and grab her arm prepared to aparate away. Within seconds my head starts to spin and I feel my surroundings warp around me. I squeeze my eyes shut as to not get uncomfortably dizzy, knowing that I have gotten sick my first couple times aparating. The ground under my feet seems to harden, and I open my eyes to see myself standing inside of an alley way.

"We had to aparate into one of the corners of the mall so muggles would see us. Here come this way," My mom says as she takes my hand and starts walking. Soon we emerge from our little hiding spot and come in contact with crowds of people. There were groups of kids, families, couples, and then I caught a glimpse of red hair. Of course, it was next to the pretzel stand.

"Okay thanks for aparating me here mom ill text you when I need to get picked up!" I say as I run over to the pretzel stand. As I walk up I get Harry's attention first. He looks me up and down and then slowly presses his elbow into Ron's shoulder. Ron's attention diverts from the cup of pretzels wrapped in his hand to me. He only makes eye contact for a second and then his eyes are immediately trained on my thighs. I saw his ears turn a pinkish color as he kept starring.

"Ron how many pretzels have you had so far," I chuckle as I approach the boys and reach my hand into the cup of mini pretzels that Ron was clutching.

"Get your bloody hands away from my pretzels y/n," He snatches the cup away and holds it even closer to him. The redness spread to his cheeks the closer I got to him. "I've only had 5 so far don't deprive me of them," He smiles as he pops another pretzel in his mouth. Harry then comes from behind and grabs a handful of the pretzels for himself.

"These are good Ron thanks," Harry says as he shoves pretzels 2 at a time down his throat. "Oh, shit Hermione just texted me and she cant find us. Hold on I'll be right back," Harry finishes the last of his pretzels and stars at his phone as he uses snap maps to find Hermione in the massive mall.

Ron rolls his eyes. "Why does everyone have to take my food," He pouts.

"Maybe because we are all hungry Ron, it's not just you," I smile and grab another pretzel. Ron kept avoiding eye contact with me.

"Ron is everything okay?" I look up at him with innocent eyes. I didn't know whether or not to leave him alone about how he is clearly turned on by me or make his embarrassment worse.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be," He says barely glancing up at me before reaching to get another pretzel. I watch his hand grab the pretzel and pop it into his mouth.

"Can I have one," I ask.

"Yeah just grab one," He reaches his hand in my direction with the pretzel in between his fingers.

"Feed it to me," I look up at him with a straight face. I glance around for a second to make sure Harry and Hermione aren't coming anytime soon.

"I- what?" His eyes visibly widen as he looks at my eyes and then to the pretzel in his hands. Before he can say anything more, I wrap my hand around his wrist and bring his hand closer to my mouth. Without having to ask him he put the pretzel in my mouth. His lips slightly part as he watches me swallow. He doesn't even try to pull away.

"Good boy," I look him dead in the eyes and start to smile. The redness in his face amplifies as his mouth drops even wider open at my words. He looks so pretty when he's flustered. A giggle escapes my mouth looking at his shocked face.

"Y/n-" he stutters as he slowly starts to pull his hand away from my face.

"Okay so Harry and I were talking and... what is going on over here," Hermione approaches, clearly confused at Ron's wrist in my hand and his red face.

"She just um," Ron glances up at me. "She just had something on her face," He gulps. I let go of his hand and smile.

"Yeah, sorry," I glance up at Ron and let my lips curl into a small smirk. Ron's only reaction was just to blush harder.

"Right um, do you guys wanna go to Spencers? Cause like, Spencer Reid," Harry laughed.

"Harry do you know what's in the back of Spencers..." I ask. I had been into Spencers a couple of times, but only with my other friends as a joke. We all knew there were some... interesting things in the back.

"What's in the back of Spencers?" Ron questioned with wide eyes. Harry and Ron both look from the store back to my face in protest.

"Okay you know what I'm going anyway I wanna see," Harry storms away with Ron following closely behind.

"Oh god here we go," Hermione laughs as she trots along behind them.

This is going to be interesting.