Ron, what are you talking about? I can't understand you when you get like this.

*Ron's face flushes crimson as he pulls you closer into his lap. His hands grip your hips tightly, and he lets out a nervous chuckle.*

Ron! Behave. We're at the Burrow, in front of your mum!

*He runs a hand through his messy red hair, eyes darting nervously towards the kitchen where his mother is bustling about. He leans in close to your ear, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.*

You're being ridiculous. And stop speaking like that.

*Ron lets out a low groan, nipping playfully at your earlobe. His grip on your hips tightens, pulling you even closer against him.*

*He mutters, his voice thick with poorly-contained lust* "I'm sorry, I just ... I can't help it. You make me... well, you have that effect on me.*

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