A/N: Okay, so this only took me two years to finish. I'm sorry, I've had this written for so long, and I'm just now getting around to posting it. Originally this was supposed to be a one-shot, but reviewers convinced me to add a second part. So well, I hope you like it!
The Do's and Don'ts in Love
Ron walked down the hall chuckling to himself. He was happy for his two best friends; they had finally gotten together and were now probably snogging senseless on the Gryffindor common room couch. Ron was perfectly okay with this, it just gave him more time to spend with the love of his life. He started spacing out, thinking of the possibilities of watermelon lip gloss, when he ran smack-dab into the last person he wanted to see: none other than Draco Malfoy. Ron was pushed down onto the floor.
"Watch where you're going, Weasel-King!" Draco scowled at him, pointing his wand at Ron's chest. Ron looked from his wand to Draco.
"Weasel-King?" Ron said, smirking as he stood back up, "Honestly Malfoy, I would have thought that you would have figured out that Weasel-King isn't exactly an insult now-a-days." Draco looked baffled, and then smirked again.
"Whatever you say," he said, brushing past Ron, "Weasel-queen," he finished in a low tone, and then stalked off. Ron just looked after him in disbelief. He burst out in a fit of giggles and started walking again. Ron figured it was best to let Malfoy think that he had won. Truth was, Draco Malfoy had become, well, a wuss. Ron shook his head, and just then he reached his destination. He stepped quietly inside, not wanting to receive evil glares from the librarian. He looked around, and his eyes fell immediately on her usual place. Sure enough, she was there.
She was sitting at a table, her nose buried in a book. Her long blonde hair fell in waves, framing her face perfectly. She was chewing on her thumb nail; a cute habit she had when she concentrated. She may not have been perfect to the world, but to Ron, she was his world and she was perfect. A stupid grin came over his face as he watched her. He snuck up around behind her and put his hands over her eyes.
"Guess who!" he said giddily.
"Someone who is irritating me?" He rolled his eyes.
"Try someone you love."
"Like I said, someone who is irritating me."
His heart sank and he took his hands off of her face. He pulled out the chair next to her and sank down. He eyed her, studying her features and expression. Now that he was close up, her face looked strained and her entire body tense.
"Honey … what's wrong?" he asked carefully. She sighed, running a hand through her hair, and then looked at him.
"I'm sorry Ron. I didn't mean that. I am just really stressing over an exam I have coming up." A wave of relief spread over Ron. At least it was nothing he'd done. He stood up and stood behind her, massaging her shoulders. She rolled her head back, which meant Ron was doing a "Do." Ron had learned quite quickly the "Do's" and "Don'ts" with women. For example, he had to "Do" agree with the said woman at all times, hence the Do. He had to "Do" respect "girl time." One "don't" he had learned the quickest was the thing men dreaded most: The Seven Days. Those seven days were hell for any man who is in the presence of a woman. While there are only about four of the "bad" days, there are the "pre" days, which are even worse. The "Don't" in the matter would be the "Don't touch Don't speak Don't do Don't breathe Don't think," or in short terms, stay as far away as possible. But, he had to "Do" be lovey-dovey when she wanted to be, or risk severe punishment. The list of Do's and Don'ts went on forever, and Ron only knew some of the list.
"Women," he muttered to himself.
"Hm?" Luna asked lazily, too focused to really pay attention to what he said. Ron cursed himself.
"Oh, uh, nothing dear, nothing. Hey," he said, rubbing his thumbs along her spine, making her shiver, "Why don't you take a break?" Ron asked hopefully. Luna tilted her head back at him and his hands stopped. She smiled at him.
"I'd like that." He smiled back at her and she collected her things. She slung her bag over her shoulder as she stood up, and then pulled out a small tube.
"Oh bloody hell," Ron muttered under his breath. Luna stopped, her hand halfway to her lips.
"What?" she asked him. Ron chuckled to himself.
"Nothing." Luna shrugged and applied the substance to her lips, giving them a nice shine. Ron wondered if Harry and Hermione were still going at it in the Gryffindor common room. His thoughts were interrupted by Luna taking his hand. They smiled at each other and then left the library. They didn't have any particular destination; they just kept walking, climbing a staircase if they came to one.
Soon they came to a hallway with a tapestry on one side and a door on the other. Ron cocked his head at Luna, and she looked back at him and winked. That was all he needed. He pulled her over to the door he knew so well, squeezed her hand, and then opened the door. He was shocked at the sight.
It was a romantic setting; red silk hangings on the walls, candles everywhere, and an enchanted harp in the corner. In the middle of the room in front of the fireplace sat a furry rug and two couches. On one of the couches were Harry and Hermione, engrossed in a make-out session. Ron cleared his throat loudly, causing Harry to jump and fall of the couch.
"R-Rrron! Hi - Hi! Wha - what are you doing here?" Harry asked nervously, glaring at him.
"Sorry mate, didn't know anyone would be in here," Ron replied sheepishly, "besides, I thought you guys were going at it in the common room."
"Well, we were," Harry started, standing back up, "but we got kicked out." Hermione was blushing a brilliant shade of crimson. Ron looked back at Luna, who was also blushing.
"Well …" she began, blushing deeper, "there are two couches …" Ron grinned, and looked back to Harry. Harry shrugged and sat down next to Hermione with an arm around her. Ron guided Luna over to the other couch. They sank down together semi-awkwardly. Harry and Hermione were already lip-locked. The harp began playing a beautiful song. Ron looked into Luna's eyes. Her brilliant blue eyes sparkled back at him.
"Would … you like to dance?" he asked her. She looked confused for a moment, but then smiled.
"I'd love to." He stood up and offered his hand to her. She took it, and he took her in his arms. They swayed back and forth to the beat of the harp, the melodic rhythm was magical. She laid her head on his shoulder, and he took in the sweet smell of her hair. He kissed the top of her head. She pulled back and looked at him, her eyes twinkling. He leaned down and caught her lips with his. The kiss was short, but full of passion. They pulled apart and went back to their swaying. Ron licked his lips.
Heh, cherry, he thought to himself. He grinned as he realized just how wondrous lip gloss could be. Fruity lip gloss was definitely a "Do" on Ron's list.
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