Ron. Ron Weasley.
I'm Ronald Weasley.
Youngest son and second youngest child in a family of 9.
Best mate of the Chosen One. Basically just... Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I'm a fifth year. Prefect. Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
What of it?
OOC:
This is a roleplaying blog. I own nothing and only follow my fellow roleplayers.
Youngest son and second youngest child in a family of 9.
Best mate of the Chosen One. Basically just... Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I'm a fifth year. Prefect. Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
What of it?
OOC:
This is a roleplaying blog. I own nothing and only follow my fellow roleplayers.
kurtelizabeth--hummel Asks:
(ooc: Oh, hai thar. I finally replied to you. ;DD)
George pulled away slowly, teasing Ron as he done so. He bit his lower lip, his own holding a smirk of a chapion. He had Ron right where he wanted him. But, he knew that now was NOT the time and most definately not the place for a make out session. He, of course, cared, but he was much more of a risk taker. He'd stay out for a moment or so longer, just to live on the edge. That's how George lived, after all. Dangerously.
George pulled away slowly, teasing Ron as he done so. He bit his lower lip, his own holding a smirk of a chapion. He had Ron right where he wanted him. But, he knew that now was NOT the time and most definately not the place for a make out session. He, of course, cared, but he was much more of a risk taker. He'd stay out for a moment or so longer, just to live on the edge. That's how George lived, after all. Dangerously.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
(Ohai)
Ron tensed. George was… sweet Merlin. It was all he could do not to cry out when he felt the other boy’s teeth scrape his lip. Not that anyone would hear him; it was well past curfew.
He froze. It was past curfew. Would teachers and prefects be making rounds? What if they were seen? What would they say? What—
Another touch from George made his mind shut down, forgetting all his fears instantly.
