Harry Potter: M Characters x SMR || PART TWO

Ron Weasley

Title:
Dirty Little Eyes

Rating:
☁️Fluff☁️

PART:
1

Requested by:
ravenclawzzzzzzzz

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Ron Weasley

"RON WEASLEY!"

My body froze when I hear his voice loud and clear. I turn around to see a mad (House).

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

I was with Mione and Harry, when I see (L/n)'s covered in rashes.

"THAT SWEATER GAVE ME THIS IRRITABLE RASHES!"

He throws the sweater at me. I told him that Aunt Tessie gave the sweater to me, for him to use.

"IS THIS SOME PRANK?! IS FRED AND GEORGE PART OF THIS?!"

Wait- Before, I continue this story. Meet MC (L/n), my cousin from my mother's side. Well, fourth cousin in my mom's side.

I don't get along with him, and he doesn't either. Yet, finding out my own cousin is studying here and being an arse is worst than every pranks Fred and George implemented or Percy's stuck-up attitude.

"Look, (L/n). You know I hate my brothers' pranks, but I know they hate to be on your bad side."

(L/n) clicks his tongue and gives me warnings before walking away.

"Your cousin is a lunatic."

"Tell me about it."

"It's not alright to call anyone, even your own cousin, a lunatic."

"Were you deaf, Mione?! He literally threw this sweater at me!"

I feel a sudden tingly sensation on my hand. I put the sweater down and see a big red patch on my hand.

"Bloody hell, is this laced with itchy powder?!"

Mione and Harry rushed me to the Hospital Wing as we made sure to have no contact with the itchy sweater.

"A sweater done this? I'm sure it's not your brothers, who done this."

"No, Madam Pomfrey. This sweater is given from my Mother. My mother told me it came from my aunt."

"I see, I'm guessing the young man covered in rashes is a relative?"

"Fourth cousin... who's a pain in arse."

"You think I won't hear you spewing curses about me."

I covered my mouth, regretfully tasting the rash medicine. There he stands from my bed, topless.

"Mr. (L/n) must you sit down."

"I have rashes, Madam Pomfrey. Not deafness and broken legs."

"Watch your manners, young man."

He simply rolls his eyes and glares with me. My eyes were elsewhere, I never think he has a nice, defined body.

"My eyes are up here!"

I look at him, my eyes met his when he comes closer. MC grabs my collar, shaking me violently.

"Now, you're playing victim?! You're as bad as those twins!"

"Mr. L/n! May I have to reprimand you and send you to the headmaster?!"

The way his eyes twitch in annoyance made me  understand a few things.

"I have the cream anyways, I'm leaving!"

MC grabs his things before slamming the door as he exit, waking everyone up from their rest.

"You were right about Mr. L/n, he's as aggressive as a hungarian horntail."

One thing, I understand the difference between when we're younger v.s the present, that he's not hurting me physically or verbally abusing me. It's as if, he grown or I'm use to it to the point, I find pleasure in what he does.

I hit my head before recoiling in pain. That night, I can't think about his body. I mean I know he's a Beater in Quidditch, but when was he ever that sexy...?

"Ron, isn't that MC's owl?"

I look at the window to see a flying figure behind the closed window. I walk up to the window and opened it. The owl swerved around the room before dropping a letter on my bed.

"Why would MC send me a letter at a time like this?"

"Maybe he wants to apologize this time."

Harry pets MC's owl, (O/n), while I'm on my bed. There, my eyes can't believe what I saw. It wasn't a letter but pictures. My eyes widen as it shows MC naked, smiling in the pictures as if he's taunting me.

One picture stands out, it was MC's selfie with his dick erect and large. I feel myself heated up before Harry interrupted.

"What are those?"

"N-nothing!!!"

I hid the pictures underneath my pillow. I made sure I grab and paper and quill before Harry became suspicious about it. I write him a letter that I accidentally got his nude pictures.

I put the letter in an envelope, along with the pictures and told (O/n) to send it back to MC. The owl hoots before flying out of the window.