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:
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kurtelizabeth--hummel Asks:

George put his hand on the nape of Ron's neck. He was panting slightly, but nothing that would force their little love session to come to a close. His tongue darted out, attacking Ron's lower lip. It made a slow trail across it, savouring the flavour. George's hand pushed Ron's face closer, if at all posstible, and George darted said tongue into Ron's mouth.

harrypottersstupidfriend Said:

Ron’s eyes shot open at the sudden intrusion and he forced his brain to function again, despite its obvious protests. No! He would, of course, love to give in but… He gently pushed George back a little and looked in his eyes.

“George, I… no. We just”—he blushed uncontrollably—“started dating… This is too much. I want to do this right.”