"Ron Weasley"

-THE NEXT DAY, RON WEASLEY, WHOM ADHARA HATED, VISITED. The four teenagers were in the living room together, while the adults were doing Merlin knows what. Adhara was busy reading a book, one of her hands on Hermione's thigh, while the other three were talking.

Her hand tightened slightly on her girlfriend's thigh when Ron tried flirting with her, making Adhara glare coldly at the boy. No matter how many times Hermione would say 'Ron isn't flirting.' or something like that, Adhara was certain that the boy was in love with her girlfriend.

She sighed as she went back to her book, rubbing circles on her girlfriend's thigh.

"What about you, Addie?" Harry questioned. Adhara looked up from her book and frowned, "What?"

"What would you do if I jumped off a cliff?" He asked.

Adhara raised an eyebrow, "I'd tell you to do a flip."

Harry gasped dramatically while the other two laughed, "You wouldn't stop me?!"

"I'd probably push you."

"Don't cover my bite marks. If you do, I might have to add something a little more obvious." Adhara glared slightly.

Hermione, who was doing just that, smirked. "Then do it."

Adhara raised an eyebrow as she stood up from the bed and pushed her onto the wall, grabbing her thigh as they started to make out.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt this wonderful moment," Harry started as he leaned on the door, not looking sorry at all as they pulled away and glared at him, "But it's time for dinner."

"Get the fuck out, Potter."

"Okay! But it's dinner!" He called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

"Sorry I'm late." Hermione said as she walked into the dining room, "I was doing stuff."

"I'm stuff." Adhara smirked as she walked in behind her, making Sirius choke on his water, while the others were watching in amusement.

"You did what?!" Sirius exclaimed as his daughter sat down, looking extremely unbothered.

Hermione blushed as she answered instead, "She's just joking."

"Oh, she's not." Harry joined in, shaking his head while looking traumatized. "I walked in on them making out."

"Harry James Potter!" exclaimed his mother, slapping his head. "Why won't you leave them alone?!"

Sirius glared. "What?" He asked in disbelief.

"Sirius. They're kids." Remus pointed out, earning a glare from his husband.

"They're fifteen, Moony."

Remus blinked, "already?!"

Sirius groaned as he kept banging his head onto the table, while the Potters looked amused. Hermione blushed, while Adhara was casually eating her food.

"I don't like how he looks at you." Adhara glared at Ron's retreating form, who had come over to her girlfriend a few minutes ago, asking a few questions.

Hermione raised an eyebrow as she slowly started smirking, finally getting it. "Is the Adhara Black-Malfoy jealous?" She teased.

"I don't get jealous!" Adhara immediately denied.

"Really?" Hermione said, tilting her head, unconsciously showing off her neck that had a few hickeys on it from the other day.

Adhara smirked as she noticed this. "Yes, really. Why would I get jealous when my mark is on your body?" She said, walking infront of her and moving her head to the side to get a better look.

Hermione's breathe hitched as Adhara trailed her hickeys with her thumb. "I didn't cover them well enough, did I?"

"No." Her girlfriend smugly replied, seeming pleased about it.

"Adhara, right?" Ron asked, giving her a hand to shake.

Adhara, who was sitting on the couch reading a book with her girlfriend, looked up and sneered slightly.

"This is the part where you shake my hand.." Ron mused, looking slightly confused.

"I do whatever the fuck I want."

"Okay, then.." Ron said awkwardly and sat next to Harry.

Harry snorted. "The tension in the air might suffocate us soon."

"You've grown up with the Malfoys, right?" Ron asked, trying to make conversation with the girl.

Adhara exhaled thickly and glared at him. "Why do you want to make conversation with me when it's clear that I don't really like you?"

He scratched his neck awkwardly, "Because you're one of my bestfriend's girlfriend and I'm kind of supposed to."

Hermione and Harry shared a look, knowing where this was going. Harry looked delighted, wanting some drama, while Hermione looked bored.

"No, you're not."

Ron blinked a couple of times and then shrugged, "You still didn't reply to my question."

Adhara gave him an 'are you serious?' look. "I think that was clear from my last name."

"So why exactly are you not speaking in a pureblood-ish kind of way? Don't the rich sacred 28 purebloods speak that way?" Ron asked, actually looking curious.

"You want me to speak that way? Very well." Adhara cleared her throat, "One wishes to acquaint your facial features with a fundamental item used in building walls. Repeatedly."

Harry covered his mouth with both of his hands, sniggering, while Hermione let out a quiet chuckle. Ron blinked, "You could've just said that you want to hit me with a brick."

"You said pureblood-ish." mocked Adhara with a little smirk.

Ron pursed his lips and leaned back on the couch, "I think it's better that I don't speak to you if I want to keep being alive."

"Oh, would you look at that. You're not as dumb as you sound and look." Adhara said sarcastically and finally went back to her book.

"Mione," Ron whispered, cautiously looking at Adhara, "I don't think your girlfriend likes me."

"I could've figured that out myself, Ronald." replied Hermione, rolling her eyes.