#ron weasley angst

[mastermindmiko]

You're in love

Pairing: Ron Weasley + fem!reader

Word count: 8502 (DAMN)

Summary: A (LONG) one shot inspired by Taylor Swift's song you're in love from 1989.

Warnings: none, I believe, but let me know.

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The music was blasting loudly all over the room, they would’ve been scared to get caught if professor McGonogall wasn’t too happy herself. The room was dim, and the disco lights (that some muggleborn had conjured up) were the only light source available. Everyone was dancing, except for me, I was looking for someone. 

The Quidditch team was surrounded by everyone, giving them pats on the back and telling them how good they played. We did play well today, after all we did win the cup, but no one patted me on the back because I was too busy, I was looking for someone. 

I scan the room again from on top of one of the couches, I get a better view of the room from up here. The fifth years and above all had red cups in their hands, filled with alcohol, I could smell it. The people that were younger than fifteen had similar red cups except that they were filled with soda instead. I should’ve had one myself, but I was looking for someone. 

“You did really well today.”  Harry interrupts my search as he looks at me with a smile. I smile back and hop off the couch. I say, “We all played really well.” 

“You scored a lot of goals.” He says, and I shrug my shoulders at the attention and say, “It wouldn’t have mattered if you hadn’t caught the snitch.” 

“It was a team effort.” A new voice says from behind me, and I feel a hand on each of my shoulders. Fred and George are standing behind me and they look at me before asking, “Mind if we steal Harry for a bit?” 

I shake my head, and they look at Harry with a mischievous look in their eyes. Harry’s eyes go wide with fear, before Fred lifts him up on his shoulders. The room goes wild again as Fred leads Harry to the centre of the room. A small smile cracks on my face as I watch everyone celebrate again. 

I look around the room again, and I try to find him, but I can’t see anything because why were seventh years so tall? I turn around and hit someone flat in their chest. I look up to find George looking at me. He says, “He’s across the room, on the other side.” 

“Who is?” I ask, and he gives me a pointed look with a smirk, as if he can’t believe that I don’t think he knows. I do know that he knows, I think everyone but him knows. George leans down, so I can hear him better. He says, “The one you’ve been looking for all night, and won’t celebrate without.” 

I feel a blush coating my cheeks, but he’s right, every word. I have been looking for him all night, and I haven’t celebrated at all despite our victory because I’ve been looking for him all night. I mutter, “Thank you.” 

George seemed satisfied because he gave me another teasing grin before he left to go into the middle of the common room to join the celebration and probably help Fred lift Harry up. I make my way to the other side of the room, but it’s hard to see with the dim lighting and the sheer amount of people in this room. 

I push through several people and I try to make my way between them, but with all the dancing and jumping, it makes the easy task much harder. I see a wall, or at least I think I do, and I walk towards it. I reach the end of the common room, and I press my palm to the wall, as if to make sure that it’s real, like I’ve actually made it. 

I see him, then. I recognise him as soon as I see him, despite not being able to see nearly anything, maybe it’s because of the distinctive red hair, or maybe it’s because the way my heart nearly went out of my chest at the sight of him. He has a cup in his hand, that he’s taking a few sips from and another in his other hand, that he hasn’t touched. He’s leaning against the wall. He’s looking around, just like I was a few minutes ago.

A smile blossoms on my face, and I walk to him. A couple footsteps, and he notices me when I’m only a few inches away. He smiles, just like me, and he meets me halfway. I feel nervous. He extends the untouched cup to me and I take a sip, it’s my favourite soda. 

I look at him, and it’s different. I wonder if he knows that it’s the look I give to him and only him. I wonder if he notices that when his smile widens that I realise that I like him. I wonder if he realised that he liked me at the same moment. He says, “Hi.” 

***

No one ever really told me how fast time goes by when you’re at Hogwarts. That one second you’re taking your first ever potions lesson and the next you’re getting ready for your NEWT potions. That one second you’re at a party realising that you have a crush on someone and the next thing you know you realise that you’ve been in love with Ron Weasley for three years. 

This year hasn’t been easy, definitely one of the easier ones to take in, of course, but with NEWTs it's been near impossible to be caught up with work. That’s even harder when the guy you’ve been in love with just kissed another girl a week ago and right now is no doubt getting ready to go on a date with her. 

The common room was quiet. Everyone was already at Hogsmeade and the people below third year were too busy getting a little bit extra sleep. The only thing I could hear was the fire crackling from the fireplace and the sound of pages turning as I studied Transfiguration for the upcoming test, but I couldn’t study because of the aching feeling in my chest. 

We all saw it when Lavender kissed him after we’d won the match, but only a few people saw me run off after that. An even fewer amount were with me when I started crying, and only Harry knew what happened afterwards. I saw him talking with her a few mornings ago, deciding that they’ll go out today to Hogsmeade, no doubt to madam puddifoot’s. I look at the same page I’d been staring at for who knows how long, trying to understand anything that is written. 

“Hello? Is anyone down there?” I hear him say, and a few seconds later, He walks down the stairs, and my breath hitches when I see him. He’s gotten all dressed up for this date, and I can’t deny that he looks absolutely beautiful. 

He says my name and he stays there for a moment. He’s late for the date, I know that he knows that, and I’m sure Lavender who’s probably standing alone in front of the tea shop knows that. I feel uneasy, looking at him, knowing he’s going to another girl in a few minutes. 

He clears his throat and gestures to his unbuttoned coat, he says, weakly, “Would you mind helping me? I can’t close the buttons, they're too small and the holes for the buttons are just invisible to me.” 

He chuckles, but it’s out of nervousness. I can tell, I know his happy laugh, his sad laugh, I thought I knew everything about him, but apparently I don’t because I thought he knew how I felt. I don’t say anything, but I close the book and place it beside me on the couch. 

I stand up and walk towards him, he meets me halfway. I fix his coat by the long collar and I trace my hands to the buttons, I can hear his breath hitch, and the silence between is deafening. I mutter, “You look good.” 

“Thank you.” he replies, and I’ve buttoned half of the buttons when I pause to look into his eyes. He’s already looking at me. I look at him the way I always do, a look filled with everything that I can’t say, a look that’s meant just for him. He’s done something different with his hair, I don’t know what, but it makes him look absolutely irresistible, more than he usually is, at least to me anyways. 

“It’s like we’re a married couple.” He laughs, and I can imagine exactly what he’s saying. Me helping him get ready in the morning while he goes off to work when it’s snowing outside and needs his coat. I let out a chuckle, before I said, “Wouldn’t that be something.” 

After that the room is charged with something I can’t quite put my finger on, and it makes my heart beat faster and faster with every second that I push each button into its hole. 

I take more time buttoning up the last button, and I pause my hands there. On my way to look into his eyes, I notice that the top part of the coat is wrinkled, so I press my hands to his chest and smooth the fabric of the coat out. I leave my palms there a bit longer, feeling the way his chest moves up and down and the way I can feel his heartbeat under my fingertips. 

I lift my hands from his chest and in a second, he grabs both my wrists and holds them close to him. I look at him, and he’s got a look that I can’t decipher. I wonder if he can tell that I’m miserable just thinking about where he’s going, or the fact that he’s going there with someone else. 

He opens his mouth, and it takes him a few seconds before he says, “I’m not going on that date.” 

For the first time in days, I feel my chest stop constricting, I feel like I can breathe again, but it doesn’t make any sense. I lick my lips before asking, “Why?” 

“You know why.” That’s his only answer, and he doesn’t say anything as he slowly drops my hands, and goes back up the stairs. I’m left down there with my thoughts. 

***

“Are you sure Mr Weasley allowed you to do this?” I ask as I hold on tightly to the handles of the door. I look out the window and stare down as I can see the tops of the buildings getting smaller and smaller by every second. 

“I’m an adult now, of legal age, he can’t tell me what to do and what not to do.” Ron said, with confidence as he started out into the road-sky. I look at him with a pointed look, unconvinced by his speech. He clears his throat and says, “He said yes.” 

“You’d think that after second year’s incident that he would be more cautious about letting you use this thing.” I say, grinning, remembering the way Ron broke his wand and almost got expelled. Something good came out of it though, Ron became my wand partner and we spent more time together. He laughed, “He said that if I scratched it, he would kill me. I think we made an unbreakable vow or something.” 

I laughed at his words, and looked out the window. I wondered how long his small talk can last before we start getting to the subject that we’ve been tiptoeing around these past few months. I wasn’t talking about the war, we all knew that was coming sooner or later. I was talking about us. 

“Thank you for picking me up.” I said, looking at him. He shrugged his shoulders as if travelling several hundred kilometres back and forth was no big deal, he explained, “You had to come here someway. Fleur would’ve killed me if she found out that you weren’t coming to her wedding.” 

Even after his words, a small part of me hoped that he wanted me to come. He grips the wheels tighter and every few seconds he would rub his hands over his jeans to wipe away the sweat. I take a breath before I courageously grab his hand into mine. I keep them both in my lap, and he looks at me baffled. I ask, “Do you need it to drive?” 

“No, I don’t.” He says and he looks back quickly in front of him. I smile as I see the tiny pink tinge to his cheeks, matching mine exactly. I look out the window and I see the sun setting, by the time we’re there it will no doubt be midnight. 

It was nearly midnight when we got there. Mrs Weasley was the only one who was still up, waiting for her son to get home and waiting to greet me. She had a smile on her face, tired, but still as wide as always. I didn’t need her to point me to the direction of the room I’ll be staying in, I already knew. 

I enter the room and place my bags on one of the beds, I notice Hermione and Ginny already sound asleep. I change into my pyjamas, brush my teeth and get ready to go to sleep. The place is warm and the perfect atmosphere to fall asleep in, but when I tucked myself into my covers, I couldn’t fall asleep for the life of me. 

I kept sighing as I turned to either of my sides trying to fall asleep. Changing the pillows from one side to the other, tossing and turning until I decided that I’ve had enough. I rub my tired eyes and see that the clock had struck twelve. I sigh and get up. 

I headed down stairs in my fuzzy slippers, I tried not to make any sound, but the creaky stairs weren’t helping me. I made it to the bottom where the kitchen was. I opened the door and was hit by the smell of fresh coffee, just what I needed. Ron was sitting on the table with a cup in his hands. 

He turned to see who had just entered the kitchen. Upon seeing me, he stands up, nearly dropping a bit of coffee from his mug in the process. He breathes, “Hi.” 

I return the greeting, as I move towards the cupboard where the mugs are. I know where everything is, having helped Mrs Weasley enough times to know. I felt his eyes on my back the entire time, and I grabbed my mug, everyone had their own mugs, even me. I turned and gestured to the coffee pot, I asked, “Do you mind?” 

He shakes his head, and he looks at me as I add the milk and sugar. He looks at my every move and it makes me feel lightheaded, in the way that makes me feel like I’m going to float to the moon. I turn to the table and he’s already beat me in pulling out a chair. I sit down and give him a grateful smile. I wrap my fingers around the mug, and lift my feet to the chair, resting my head on my knees. 

He’s looking at me. We’re the only people who do that. We never say anything, but I can hear what he wants to say. It was our thing being able to feel everything in the silence. I wonder if from these looks he can tell just how much I love him, or maybe, how long I’ve loved him for. 

“Why are you up?” he asks, after a beat, and I take another sip before replying, “I couldn’t sleep, you?” 

“Same thing, but I had to get up in a couple of hours to help with setting up for the wedding anyway, so I made the coffee.” he explains, and I nod my head at his words. I don’t say anything else, but the air is heavy. How long can we go on like this? With everything that I feel between us, that I know he feels too, left unsaid. 

He takes both our mugs and places them into the sink. He waves his wands and they start washing themselves. He tightens his grip on his wand and he pauses before saying, “Do you want to go somewhere?” 

***

Muggle London was still alive, or at least more alive than any other wizarding establishment. It wasn’t that far either, so it was the perfect place to go, and that’s where we were. I was walking on the sidewalk and he was walking beside me. My arms were swinging and I kept thinking what would happen if I just reached over and grabbed his hand.  

There weren’t many cars passing by, just one or two every few minutes. Neither of us knew a lot about Muggle London, but we knew what not to do in front of muggles, so we kept our wands hidden and kept the magic chatter away. 

“Your brother is getting married tomorrow.” I sigh, Fleur is getting married too, it only seemed like yesterday when I was just meeting her after she stepped off the flying carriage.Time really does fly by, doesn’t it. Ron sighs, wistfully, “Yeah.” 

“I think it’s great that they’re doing this.” I say, and I kick a pebble in front of me, then I add, “Especially at a time like this, I think that we all need a bit of cheering up, don’t you think.” 

“Yeah.” He replies, and it makes me feel confused. He wasn’t very talkative tonight. He looked very deep in thought, it made me nervous. I stop walking and turn to him, I ask, “Ron, are you okay?” 

“Yeah.” He replies and I quirk up an eyebrow and he chuckles, “Yes, I am.” 

I shrug my shoulders and continue walking, it’s best with Ron not to press on things. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. What could possibly be on his mind? We all know that the war has been making everyone unnerved, but this felt different. Ron and I tried not to talk about these things, I didn’t want to express my fears of something happening to him, especially since he was so close to Harry. I shake my head at the thoughts, and try to lighten the mood.

“Does Bill know about how you liked Fleur?” The teasing question brings Ron to a screeching halt. His cheeks turn as red as his hair, and I start laughing. He stutters, and it only increases my laughter. I hold my stomach and lean forward, laughing. 

“He-he doesn’t know, so let’s not remind anyone of it. The last thing I need is Fred and George remembering and telling him.” Ron stutters before he folds his arms over his chest and pouts.  I pause for a second to pretend that I’m thinking, I tap my chin and furrow my eyebrows. I say, “That’s actually not a bad idea.” 

Ron’s eyes go wide and he lifts his pointer finger and threatens, “You wouldn’t dare.” 

“I’m on my way to tell them right now.” I say, before turning around the other way and starting to run. Ron runs after me and he’s calling out for me and telling me to stop, I can barely hear anything over the sounds of my own laughter. 

Suddenly, my chuckles stop as I feel something, something like air, pulling me back very quickly. I stop when I feel Ron’s chest behind my back. He tucks his wand away and I turn to scold him, “Ron! You can’t use magic here!” 

“There’s no one around.” Ron says, and I turn around to look and there’s only a few people around. No one is actually paying attention to us. I look back at him and he’s got his hand hovering near my face. It’s all so sudden to me the way the atmosphere changes, the way he’s looking at me with those eyes, identical to the ones that I give him. 

I don’t move, and he takes it as a sign to move his hand forward. He tucks a strand of my hair behind my face, and he cups my cheek. My breath hitches. He whispers, “It wouldn’t have been good ammunition against me anyway.” 

“Why not?” I whisper, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, but I can’t bring myself to care about that now anyway. I might have been mistaken, but I see Ron’s eyes flicker to my lips, it’s just for a second, but it ignites everything within me, including a pinkish colour to my cheeks. I lick my lips anyway, and this time I’m not mistaken because he definitely looked at my lips this time. 

“Because everyone knows there’s only one girl I’ve ever liked.” Ron says, and it makes butterflies swarm in my stomach, my heart beat out of my chest, all those romantic feelings. I don’t need to ask who because I know, and because I know. I lift my heels from the group and kiss him. 

***

“It’s a really pretty view, isn’t it?” I hear him say from behind me, I’d recognise that voice anywhere. I turn to look at him with a smile, I don’t know how I didn’t notice him coming before. I fixed my gaze back at the tent where the wedding was happening. Fleur and Bill are husband and wife so now everyone is celebrating. I reply, “The prettiest” 

“It better be I worked really hard to make it that way.” Ron huffs and it makes me chuckle. He sits down on the grass beside me, looking at the tent as well. I sigh, with all that’s happening in the world I don’t think that there’s anywhere I’d rather be. I can hear the faint sound of the music from up here on the hill, and it feels peaceful. 

I can hear the birds chirping and the sounds of laughter. It was really, very pretty. I feel a hand touch mine, and I look at Ron who looks like he’s just been caught stealing, maybe stealing my heart, but he’s already taken that a long time ago. I smile and shuffle closer to him to hold his large hand with both of mine. I rest my head on his shoulder, and I hear him let out a breath before he rests his head on mine. 

If I was given the opportunity to stay like this forever, then I would have, of course, I’d see if there was a way to kill Voldemort first, then I’d stay like this. We haven’t talked about the kiss, but Ron’s been much more affectionate since then. A part of me was afraid that he’d chicken out and say that it was simply the cause of sleep deprivation. The other part of me was terrified that he would give me all his love then end up dying in this war. 

The idea brought a shudder down my spine. Losing Ron is the last thing I can take, especially when I’m so close to finally having him. I’ve been afraid to try and kiss him after the first time because what if I get too attached and something happens to him? What will I do with myself then? 

“I have something to tell you.” Ron breaks my train of thought, and the feeling of him lifting his head off of mine, prompts me to do the same. I look at him and he has a grim look on his face that only makes me worry even more. I ask, “What is it?” 

He doesn’t answer, and my mind reels with the possibilities, each one worse than the one before it.I squeeze his hand and suck in a deep breath. I say, “Ron?” 

“I’m planning on leaving.” he replies, and I furrow my eyebrows confused. Where would he be going at a time like this? Why would he leave in the middle of the war? I say, trying to make my voice even but it comes out shaky anyway, “Leaving where?” 

“We’re going to find the Horcruxes and destroy them, Harry, Hermione and me.” he explains. Ah yes, the Horcruxes the pieces of Voldemort's soul and the key to killing him. Ron told me all about them after Harry told him. I hoped that Dumbledore would be taking the lead on this ordeal but as soon as Ron explained, Dumbledore was dead. 

Why does it have to be Ron that goes to do this extremely dangerous mission? Does it have to be my friends too? I feel my eyes beginning to water, so I look away. I can feel Ron’s gaze burning into the side of my face. I blink the tears away because I know that Ron’s going anyway. It’s the Gryffindor side of him. I ask, “Is there any other way?” 

“No.” he replies, shortly and straight to the point. I sigh, even though I knew it. The leaves rustle and the wind strengthens around us. It makes me shiver, Ron takes off his jacket and hands it to me. He wraps it around my shoulders and tugs it around me, making sure that I’m covered. He looks at me then he says, “You can’t contact me when I’m away.” 

“Yeah, I gathered that.” I say and chuckle to hide the fact that it is the complete opposite of what I am feeling. What I’m currently feeling is a whole bunch of emotions that don’t even remotely come close to happiness. I chuckle, though I’m sure he knows that I’m not kidding at all, “Well then, promise you’ll come back in one piece.” 

“I promise.” he says, and he smiles, but we both know that it’s not up to him. He presses a kiss to my forehead, and i close my eyes, trying to take in the feeling, in case I don't get it for a long time, in case i don’t ever get it again, it’s a morbid thought, but it’s possible. I sigh, “When are you leaving?” 

“I don’t know, Harry and Hermione are deciding.” Ron says, and I nod my head. I wonder if there’s any way Harry can forget about Voldemort and all the death eaters drop dead with something like food poisoning. I promised myself that in the last moments that he’s here before he leaves I’ll let go of all of my fears and all of my ghosts to spend these moments with him.

“I have something to show you.” he says, and his frown is replaced by a slight grin, he’s brought me a gift to soften the blow, he knows me too well. The thoughts are still in the back of my mind, but I push them away and focus on him, while I excitedly say,  “What is it?” 

He waved his wand and a square shaped box appeared. It drops from the air to his hands and he gives it to me. I waste no time in taking off the wrapping which disappeared as soon as I did, and lifting the lid off the box. My breath gets caught in my throat as soon as I see it. I push my hair away from my face. The wind makes it impossible for me to see it clearly. I look at the tiny figurine that matches me, or me three years ago, it’s hard to believe that it was that long ago. 

It was a snow globe and inside it were tiny figurines of Ron and I dancing. The snow falls over us just like it did the moment when this was taken. The tiny me and the tiny Ron only move in a circle but it’s perfect. I look up at him and realise, he’s perfect, maybe not in every way, but at least he’s perfect for me. 

My lack of answering must have made him panic because he’s started rambling, “I made it a few days ago because I didn't know I just wanted to give you something to remember me by- or something equally as cheesy. It’s fine if you don’t like it-” 

“I love it, Ron.” I cut him off, holding his hand with mine that isn’t occupied. I smile, and he does it back. He rubs the back of his neck, no doubt embarrassed by the amount of attention I’m giving him. He mutters, “Oh, I’m glad you like it.”

“It’s us by the way at the-” 

“At the Yule ball.” I beat him to it, did he seriously think I wouldn’t remember? I was Harry’s date because Ron was too chicken to ask me out, and I would’ve asked him out, if I didn’t want to teach him a lesson, and maybe a small part of me was scared of rejection as well. Harry didn’t dance the whole night and neither did Ron. I spent the whole night dancing with my friends and their dates, until when almost everyone was off of the dance floor, Ron asked me to dance. He says, “Yeah.” 

“How’d you make it?” I asked, looking at the snow globe, closely. I was very intrigued by the mechanism of it, It looked nearly identical to the actual event. I was wearing the same dress down to the pearls around my neck and everything. Ron explains, “I give them a memory of mine in a vial and you know- they make that-” 

He gestures to the globe in my hands, and I nod my head at his words. I shake it again to make the snow fall over tiny me’s head. I smile looking at it, remembering the wonderful night. I hear the sounds of the people instead the tent turns more quiet and I look at the tent, curiously. Ron says, "Look up.” 

I do just that and as if on queue the fireworks start around the tent. There were several murmurs of exclamation at the sight from the tent, and I couldn’t help but agree. It was beautiful. Seeing the colour shoot one after the other, purple and blue and yellow and red, each one exploding then fading into the sky. It was a wonderful sight. 

Our shoulders brush and I look at Ron to find him looking at me. He looks at me with that look again. The look that I gave him back in third year in a dark room, that made him see my love for him even with the lights out. The look that I give him when I have a hundred words to say, but I can’t say them, and he just knows what I mean. The look that I gave him when we were driving to the Burrow that made him feel what I meant. 

The light reflects on something and it pierces into my eyes, I notice that it’s a chain around his neck. The chain that I gave him as a present only a few months ago. He was in the hospital wing after he almost got poisoned, I couldn’t sit still that day, I even had to leave the castle. That’s when I stumbled across it, it wasn’t much, but I knew that Ron would like it. I say, “You kept it?” 

“Of course.” 

I find myself leaning closer and closer to him. My breath is hitching as I’m filled with the anticipation of our second kiss. Not saying anything was our thing, I hoped that with this kiss, he would feel what I wanted to say. I love you, I love you, I love you, I hoped he would feel it and maybe even return it before he left. 

But he doesn’t. We’re torn apart by the sounds of screams coming from the tent. Ron jumps up to his feet and one hand holds his wand while the other holds mine. He starts running in the opposite direction and he pushes me into a shed. I can’t question him about how absurd he’s being pushing me into a shed, but I don’t have time. He’s already got one hand on the door, and he says, “Stay here you’ll be safe.” 

I want to complain, I want to go fight with him, but I didn’t because he was already closing the door to the shed, but before he does, from a small crack between the door and the shed’s walls, he says, “I’ll be right back.” 

***

Except he didn’t come back, he didn’t come back for a while actually. When I heard the screams and the noise coming from the tent stop, I came out. Everyone was ( to a certain extent ) okay, but Ron was nowhere in sight. His family were all frightened of course, and I hated to be the one to inform them about the news. 

My parents fled the country opting to go to America instead because it was safer, I refused. My whole life was here, I needed to stay in England to protect it. I didn’t go back to Hogwarts that year, not with the staff being changed, not with Snape as headmaster. The death eaters had warned that all students should return to Hogwarts, but I lived with Bill and Fleur under the assumption that Bill was teaching me how to become a curse breaker. 

I didn’t want to burden them with my existence by staying with them, considering that the only money I had was in the vaults, but I couldn’t go and get them, not while death eaters were around. Bill told me that we were valuable to the death eaters, considering that we had a close connection to Ron and hence Harry. He told me that we should stay hidden for a while. 

It wasn’t easy, but I spent my time with Fleur. She taught me bits of French when we were bored, and we kept to the garden most of the time. Sometimes, members of the Weasley family would come to visit at the Shell Cottage, but they never stayed for long. I barely spent any time inside at all, I wanted to leave Bill and Fleur alone together, after all they were newlyweds, I didn’t want to impose, despite their arguments, saying that I was not imposing. 

I spent most of my time thinking about Ron, how he was. I kept listening to the radio, the station that Fred, George and Lee had made, under code names. I prayed every time that I wouldn’t hear the names of anyone I loved. Harry, Ron and Hermione left so suddenly, I wondered if they had anything prepared with them at all. I know Hermione did, but did the rest of them. Clothes, food, water, did they have what they needed? 

I know that Ron is doing this to save the world and everything, but couldn’t he just take a break from saving the world, and just spend a little time with me. It was selfish, I knew that, but it didn’t stop me from wishing for just that. 

I wake up one day, close to noon, like I always did nowadays. It was November and the air was chilly, so I kept a blanket around my shoulders. I had a room for myself, it was the guest room, but I turned it mine after living here for so long. 

I brush my teeth and my hair. I wobble down the stairs, and I see Bill and Fleur’s backs. I furrowed my eyebrows, it was an odd sight. Usually, in the mornings, Bill would be outside placing protective charms while Fleur stayed inside and prepared breakfast, or read one of her favourite books. I ask, “What’s going on guys?” 

They step aside and I see what I didn’t expect, Ron. He looked dishevelled and tired, and something else that I couldn’t place. I didn’t want to analyse his expressions at the moment, I just wanted to hug him. I whispered his name like I couldn’t believe he was here and I rushed down the last few steps and wrapped my arms around his neck. 

“I can’t believe you’re here, I missed you so much.” I say, and I tighten my grip around him. It takes me a few seconds to realise that he wasn’t hugging me back. I pull away from him and I ask, “What’s wrong?” 

I lift my hand to cup his cheek, to hopefully get him to look at me. I don’t understand what’s got him acting this way, especially after I didn’t see him for months. As soon as my hand touches his cheek, he turns his head away, like I burned him. He takes a step away and he asks, “Did you sleep with Harry?” 

My blood runs cold, and I feel Bill and Fleur looking at me expectantly. This was the last thing I expected him to ask me, ever, and definitely not the first thing I wanted him to say when I finally saw him. I stutter, “I-what?” 

“You heard me. Did you sleep with Harry?” he shouts, and I scrunch my face up and close my eyes. I can’t believe that we’re doing this now. I was going to tell him, I was, but not when everything was going wrong around us, I didn’t want us to go wrong too. I try, “Ron, calm down.” 

“That’s not an answer!” Ron shouts, and I press my lips tightly together and I avoid his gaze, looking down at the floor. I hear him scoff and I can hear Fleur’s tiny gasp. Bill grapes his wife’s hand and they leave the room, and they go upstairs. I can’t imagine what they must think of me now. I sigh, “I really wanted to tell you, Ron.” 

He huffs and starts to walk outside into the garden. I follow him without question and I try to reason with him, “I couldn’t tell you with everything that was going on. Too much was already happening, I didn’t want to add to that.” 

“Why the bloody hell would you sleep with him anyway?” Ron shouts back at me and I rush over to grab his shoulder and stop him. He doesn’t look at me, but I don’t let him move away from me. I say, “Could you stop running away for a moment and just let me explain?” 

He doesn’t reply, and I can see him clench his jaw, but he sits down on the grass anyway. I sit in front of him, cross legged and I hold his hand. He still wasn’t looking at me, but after a beat, a take a deep breath in then begin to explain, “When you kissed Lavender, it was kind of like the whole world just threw me off for a second, because you were this guy that I liked for years, and I just assumed that you liked me back even though there wasn’t much proof, but it was enough for me to just keep on liking you back.” 

I took another breath and then continued, “I realised that we weren’t really anything, and you obviously knew that because you had your tongue shoved down someone’s throat. I was really hurt, I felt miserable and that continued on for days after, but at the moment I wasn’t really thinking. I had to get out of there because everyone was cheering and I couldn't breathe.” 

His hand relaxes in mine a bit and I feel the weight on my shoulders loosen a bit as I keep going, “Hermione and Harry were the only ones who noticed I left, so they followed. They comforted me, and when Hermione left, Harry told me that everything was going to get better. He knew that because that’s the way he felt when Ginny was with Dean. I needed someone and he needed someone, and we were both there.” 

I didn’t bother continuing because he knew what happened next. He pulls his hand from mine, and he shuffles away from me. I feel a knife going into my chest, but I know that it must be nothing compared to the knife in his back. I don’t say anything else, and I wait for him to say something. He asks, “Did you sleep with anyone else?” 

I knew the answer was going to dig my hole even deeper, but I couldn’t lie to him. I knew it was just going to make it worse, so I brace myself for the impact and I sigh, “No.” 

“Oh that’s just great. I thought that if you were some kind of whore then it would’ve been better, but no, you had to pick Harry.” He mutters, angrily, and I feel my eyes begin to water, but I look to the side to blink them away. He adds, “Even after knowing the way he makes me feel-” 

He cuts himself off with a sigh, as he covers his face with both his hands. I knew what he meant. Ron has always felt inferior to everyone in his family and especially Harry. A part of Ron always hated Harry because he was the chosen one, and the boy who lived, and he was just his best friend. I always tried to make him feel like he was the best person on the planet, but my words only did so much. 

“I really am sorry, Ron.” I say, and I feel my eyes start to burn again. I purse my lips and hope to stop the tears from flowing but they do anyway. I chuckle bitterly, “This is not how I imagined this would go at all.” 

I can see his expression falter, no doubt taken aback by hearing the change in my voice. He knew I was crying, but he still didn’t look at me. I say, “I know that you’re hurt, and I’m sorry, but I know that- that you know that you’re the only person I’ve ever liked.” 

“I love you, Ron.” I say it for the first time, my feelings are out, and he hears them. I don’t have to share them with him with glances and small touches. He now knows for sure how I feel. I sniffle, “If by some chance, at some point, you don’t hate me, then come talk to me, okay?” 

He doesn’t reply, so I wipe away the few stray tears, and I stand up and go to my room. I wondered if Bill and Fleur would let me stay with them after knowing this piece of information. Once I close the door to my room, I can’t stop the tears from flowing freely. Just as soon as I had him, I lost him, and it wasn’t because of the stupid war. 

I sit on my bed and I cover my face with both my hands. I didn’t want it to be like this, I wanted him to come back and he’d tell me that he missed me, and he’d kiss me. He did keep his word though, he came back in one piece. All I wanted was him. 

The door to my room opens and I’m quick to wipe my face as I look up and find Ron entering the room. He closes the door behind him and he leans against it. I watch him closely. Ron huffs, “It’s unfair- it’s unfair that as soon as you cry, you can get me to do anything you want.” 

I don’t say anything, and for the first time since what feels like forever he’s looking at me with something other than hate. This isn’t the first time Ron and I fought, but this was the biggest fight. Like every fight, after it, we talk. He takes a few steps and sits on my bed with me, except that he stays as far away from me as possible. 

“I’m sorry I called you…that.” He says, and I know what he’s talking about. I’ve been insulted before, like every person on the planet, but it always hurts the most from the person you least expect it from. I sniffle, “It’s fine, I deserved it.” 

“No, you didn’t. I overreacted-” 

“Which is totally understandable.” I cut him off, and I feel him warming up to me. The silence between us is heavy, but in a way, it’s more comfortable. He runs a hand through his overgrown hair and he says, “This isn’t how I wanted this to go either.” 

“How- how did you want this to go?” I ask, carefully. He doesn’t reply, but he answers as he leans forward to embrace me. He wraps his arms around my body in a big, warm hug. It’s the best feeling in the world. I squeeze my eyes shut and grip him tighter. 

A few knocks on the door are heard when the door opens and we hear the hinges squeak. Fleur and Bill poke their heads in and they smile at the sight of us both in a tight embrace. Bill says, “We’re going to Mom’s, do you want to come?” 

“I think I’ll just stay here, but say hi for me.” Ron replies to his older brother and Bill nods, then he leaves the room. As soon as the door is shut, Ron holds my face with both his large hands, and he says, “Merlin, I missed you so much.” 

“You have no idea.” I reply, and he presses a kiss to my forehead, and I rest my head back in the crook of his neck. He mutters, much to my dismay, “I’m going to have to go back.” 

I know where back is. Back where Harry and Hermione are, back where he was fighting dark wizards and back where he was hunting Horcruxes. Ron’s always been the perfect mix of a Hufflepuff and a Gryffindor, of course he was going back to his friends. I sigh, “I know, but can you stay, just for a little while, at least.” 

It takes him a second, and I know that he’s thinking about it. He squeezes me tighter and that’s how I know he’s got his answer ready. He whispers, “Okay.” 

That’s when we decide that for the short time that he’s going to be staying here that we’re going to make the most out of it, and we do. In the middle of the night, after the previously occurring events, he looks at me, and I grin at him. I thought he fell asleep. He looks at me with a strange look on his face. He pauses, then says, “You’re my best friend.” 

I know that was his way of telling me that he loved me too. 

***

I wake up to the smell of something burning and Ron not beside me. I groan as the bright sunlight hits my eyes first thing in the morning. I can hear the birds chirping and I wonder if Bill and Fleur were back, I assumed that they weren’t because neither of them would ever burn anything. 

I sit up and I stretch, feeling the cold autumn chill hit my naked body, making me want to curl up under the sheets for a little while more. I see Ron’s shirt on the ground, and I grab it as well as a fresh pair of underwear.I brush my teeth, and head downstairs, and I see a very pretty sight. 

A shirtless Ron in only his boxers, cooking breakfast, or at least trying to. I chuckle at the sight of the three burnt toasts on a plate on the kitchen counter. It alerts him of my presence, and he turns around quickly. He sees me looking at the toast and he sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. He says, “I was trying, okay?” 

“I didn’t say anything!” I laugh, and I walk around the kitchen island to get to him. I wrap my hands around his torso and I hug him tightly, and he does the same as much as he can with a spatula in one hand. I lean back and I get a perfect view of his bare chest and I just want to say ‘thank you, quidditch’. 

“I’m just going to wait here, until you’re done making-” I lean forward to see what he was making in the pan on the stove, and I see something yellow, so I detect that it’s eggs, but it didn’t look quite right so I continue, “scrambled eggs.” 

“It’s supposed to be an omelette, but okay.” Ron says, with an annoyed tone, but it makes me chuckle anyway. I sit down on the kitchen island, and when Ron’s finished, he sets the plates beside me. I take it as an opportunity to wrap my hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. 

He sets his hands on my waist, and he pecks my lips a couple times before trailing down to give a few kisses to my jaw and neck. He begins to suck on a certain spot, and I pull away. I give him a threatening look and I warn him, “You gave me enough of those already last night, no more.” 

He laughs and presses a quick kiss to my lips that makes me smile just as wide as he is. His eyes trail down and he notices the shirt I’m wearing, his shirt. He grabs the material between his two fingers. He gives me a look, “This is mine.” 

A firm statement, it’s his shirt, I know it, he knows it. I feign an innocent look, and look down at the shirt, like I’m just noticing that I’m wearing it in the first place. I furrow my eyebrows in fake confusion and tilt my head to the side. I say, “is it?” 

“Yes, it is.” Ron replies, with a grin on his face. I shrug my shoulders and hum, “hmm, didn’t notice. I’ll give it back to you when it’s time for you to leave.” 

“Nah, keep it.” 

Ron ended up staying a lot longer than just a little while. Hermione and Harry were very mad at him because of that, but it didn’t matter because in only a few months after a very big battle, all was right in the world again. We had lost so many people, but in the end, we won. 

We returned for our last year at Hogwarts as 8th years. I studied to become a curse breaker, I guess it wasn’t a lie after all, and Ron became an Auror. Every once in a while Ron would help out Fred and George with stock and inventory and all things shop related. They even gave him his own office. I was pleasantly surprised to find a picture of me on his desk. 

All I can say is that the wait was worth it because I was very much in love with Ron Weasley and he loved me too, so despite everything despite all the longing glances, the fights and the bloody war, we made it, and nothing is better than when you’re in love.

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LETHAL LOCKET | harry potter

PAIRINGS: harry potter x reader, hermione granger x reader (platonic), ron weasley x reader (platonic)

WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SUMMARY: each time one of you wears the locket and how you comfort each other when things get overwhelming.

WARNINGS: depression, doubts, anger, and hopelessness. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: G]

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is a gender neutral one and i didn’t specify which hogwarts house the reader is in. requested by an anon here. also, ron leaving hasn’t happened here yet. i barely got time to proofread this so please let me know if you see any mistakes!

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Nothing has been the same ever since you managed to get Salazar Slytherin’s locket from Dolores Umbridge. And now you were hiding in a tent in some forest Hermione led you all into.

You all knew that the locket contained a piece of the Dark Lord’s soul, that was why you and Hermione deduced that whoever wore it gets irritated, angry, and extremely depressed. You came up with a plan to take turns wearing it and it was your turn.

You slowly put the locket on your neck, already feeling anger clawing its way into your heart. It was suffocating, corrosive, eating away at every ounce of happiness you tried to hold onto. You did your best to shake it all off at the moment.

“Are you okay?” asked Harry, holding your hand. You squeezed his hand to tell him you were fine. You followed him towards the table, sitting on the chair beside him. 

The tent glowed from within under a starlit sky as Hermione poured tea from a kettle into the cups. “How’re the mushrooms? Seem to be the only edible things growing round here,” she asked.

Harry could only grimace as he chewed. “They’re great,” he lied. 

“Make sure to leave some for Ron,” Hermione said.

You looked at Ron who was sleeping as Harry asked Hermione how bad he was at the moment. “He’ll be alright in a few days. Hopefully. If we could take him to Hogwarts, to Madam Pomfrey–” she cut herself when Harry glanced at her, giving her a look that confirmed what she already knew—it was not possible to take Ron to Madam Pomfrey. You would just have to settle with what you have right now.

You felt it again, that familiar weight pressing down on your chest. The world felt like an empty void, and the possibility of winning the war seemed so distant… so out of reach. You took a deep breath, trying to push the darkness away. Yet, depression started to creep its way in, causing your shoulders to slump.

“Take it off,” Harry instructed you, instantly feeling the change in your demeanor. 

“But I haven’t been wearing it for that long. I can manage a little longer,” you reasoned.

“No, Y/N. Take it off. I’ll wear it instead,” he told you and you didn’t bother to fight with him anymore. You gave him the locket, and he placed it on his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him, kissing his cheek. He smiled in response, yet again squeezing your hand that still held his.

“It’s comforting to know how much you care for each other. Especially during these times.” Hermione grinned at the two of you.

Hermione was agitated, you could tell it by the way she handled the fish she was about to cook. And you knew it was mostly because of the locket she was wearing. 

You immediately grabbed her hands tightly, stopping them from further stabbing the fish when she was supposed to remove the scales. “You know the fish is already dead, right?” you asked. She looked at the fish, realizing what she was doing. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was doing that,” she replied, shaking her head. You could see the disappointment that etched her face.

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “I can cook for tonight.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Of course. You’ve already done so much today. You deserve some rest. I’ll just wake you up when it’s time to eat,” you replied, taking the knife and the fish away from her.

She teared up a bit, smiling widely. “Thank you so much, I really appreciate this. If you need any hel–”

“Hermione,” you stopped her. “Stop. Please, just rest. I know how to cook a fish. I’ll be fine.”

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll help her cook,” Harry offered, coming up from behind you. “I’ll make sure the fish stays edible.”

You glared at him and he just laughed. You did not appreciate the fact that he couldn’t trust you with cooking, but you did appreciate that he was going to help.

“Thank you guys so much,” Hermione smiled, hugging the two of you before going to bed.

You saw Ron covering her with a blanket and you looked at Harry to see if he saw it too. He did, and now you were giggling with each other at how your two friends couldn’t just admit their feelings for each other.

Ron was staring at the fire. There was so much anger and doubt beneath his eyes and you understood where they were coming from. You walked towards him, sitting down beside him.  He nodded, acknowledging your presence before looking at the fire again. You could tell from the way he breathed deeply that he was attempting to steady his thoughts. However, a pang of anger emerged, causing him to clench his fists.

He was still injured and you have noticed that he seemed more quiet and reserved lately. You wanted to ask him a question, to ask him how was he but you were scared you’d make him more annoyed than he already was. The locket on his neck wasn’t helping.

“I’m guessing you’re here to ask how I feel?” he voiced.

“Yes…” you replied, still skeptical of whether you should leave him alone or stay with him. 

You chose to stay with him.

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling?” he snapped. “What do I look like? Do I look like I’m fine?”

Harry and Hermione stopped their conversation as soon as they heard Ron. Harry stood up from his position immediately, ready to intervene. 

“Ron, I’m just concerned–” you told him.

“I feel horrible,” he interrupted you. “I feel like I’m a barrier stopping all of us from making progress.”

Harry’s stance changed, he was ready to fight Ron earlier when he heard him snap at you. But now, he felt heartbroken for his friend. He sat down beside you and Hermione followed him. Now, the four of you sat in a circle.

“What makes you feel like that?” Hermione asked him. “That’s not true.”

“Really? Do you think I don’t hear you all constantly talk about how long it takes until I get fully healed?”

“Ron, it’s just–we don’t have all the time in the world and we want to get you healed as soon as possible,” you reasoned.

“Exactly,” he said. “I’m halting all of us. You all wanna leave but you feel like you’re forced to stay because of me.”

“You are taking all of this wrong,” Hermione spoke up.

“It’s the locket,” Harry interrupted, trying to remove the locket from Ron’s neck but Ron swat away his hand. “Take it off,” Harry warned him. He was getting irritated as well.

“Can you both stop?” you vocalized. “Ron, I don’t know what it is that you want us to say but at least believe me when I say that we don’t feel forced staying with you here. Yes, we could’ve traveled more these past few days but we still made progress by staying here. We had more opportunities to talk and brainstorm together. And at the same time, we were able to get some rest from constant traveling. If we wanted to leave you, we could’ve done that way earlier. We could’ve left you injured, but we didn’t. We didn’t leave you, we stayed with you because we care for you. Now, please take that locket off before you assume things again.”

That seemed to calm him down. Harry tried to take the locket off from him again, but this time, Ron let him. Ron looked down, letting your words sink into his head. “I’m sorry,” he apologized. Hermione moved so she could sit beside him, rubbing circles on his back to comfort him.

“It’s fine. We all overthink things when we’re stressed,” you said, smiling at him.

“Thank you,” he spoke, looking at each one of you. “I’m glad I have you all.”

You were all gathered around the table when you noticed that Harry’s hands started fidgeting. He hid them behind his back but it was too late because you already saw them. When Hermione asked him a question about where all of you should go next, he only shrugged. At that moment, Ron and Hermione knew something was wrong. Harry suddenly walked out and you immediately followed him. Hermione wanted to go after him as well but Ron stopped her before she could even move a step.

“Let Y/N talk to him,” Ron said and Hermione agreed it would be the best.

You saw Harry sitting alone, visibly overwhelmed. His hands were grasping tightly onto each other, trying to fight off the anger and depression creeping in. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain control. The locket he was wearing doubled up the anger and depression he was already feeling.

"Come on, pull it together," he whispered to himself. He didn't notice you sitting beside him. It saddened you to see him like this. If you told your young self that the giggly kid you met at the Hogwarts Express back in your first year would end up like this years later, you wouldn’t believe yourself. But now here you were, beside him, watching him say positive things to himself when you knew there were little to no positive things left.

Harry hugged his knees. His eyes were still closed, and he put his head down as if he were trying to cover himself from the world. You teared up just from that sight alone.

That little kid who gave you candy on the train years ago grew up with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and you were a witness. The war was far from over and each day that passed without finding a horcrux troubled every one of you.

You didn’t know what to say so you just did what you could do at that moment. You hugged him, so tight to make him feel that if he wanted to cover himself from the world, you would provide a second layer of protection.

His body stopped shaking and he looked up at you. That was when you saw he was crying. You wiped his tears gently with your hands, telling him that you were there for him and that you were always going to be there for him.

“What if everything fails and he wins?” he asked, hugging your body with every bit of his strength. He was holding onto you like his life depended on it. You hugged him back, kissing his forehead before putting your chin above his head. You saw Ron and Hermione standing at the entrance of the tent, their eyes were tearing up as well. You didn’t know how long they had been watching you and Harry but you motioned for them to go outside.

They joined the hug, and right after, you felt safe from every harm that would come your way. Moments where you felt safe only happen rarely, so you cherished this moment.

“He won’t win,” you stated.

“How do you know so?” Harry asked.

“I don’t know so. I just believe so,” you answered. 

You hugged them even tighter, whispering that it was going to be alright when in reality you weren’t sure if everything would be alright.

Maybe what you were doing was instilling them with false hope, but at least it was still hope.

And right now, you all needed hope so badly.

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pure jealousy

pairing: ron weasley x gryffindor!fem!reader

summary: you have feelings for ron and you were planning on asking him to the christmas party. he doesn’t seem to realise those feelings until you give up on asking him, someone else offering to take you instead.

word count: 3,356 words

warnings: ANGSTY FLUFF, literally two swear words, a bit of kissing, idk what else...

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[y/n] [y/l/n], described by her peers, was a compassionate woman who always took everyone’s feelings into account. while having gryffindor’s fiery personality, her beauty (inside and out) only made her much more desirable among the students of hogwarts. it was something she took pride in, having the ability to wrap people around her finger.

unfortunately for hogwarts’s keen scholars, [y/n] had her eyes on someone. of course, she had not revealed who she had feelings for (only to her best friend, hermione). and let’s just say… [y/n] was pretty good at hiding her feelings.

long story short, [y/n] [y/l/n] was in love with her best friend.

no, not hermione.

ronald bilius weasley. best friend to the chosen one and known for being quite daft from time to time.

he was quite a popular figure, being gryffindor’s quidditch keeper and also helping with da in his fifth year. ron wasn’t one to brag but he quite liked the attention he received — especially from women.

again, unfortunately for [y/n], ronald just had to tell her all about it.

“right, so you know lavender brown?” he questioned, [y/n] picking at her food as she fought the sigh trying to come out of her mouth.

“yeah, ‘course.”

“she’s interested in me.” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, meeting ron’s eager ones as he nodded enthusiastically. “i know! it’s bizarre, i thought she hated me last year after that whole incident in the room of requirement—”

“wait,” [y/n] interrupted, dropping her fork on her plate as she crossed her arms. “how do you know she likes you?” ron scoffed, stuffing another spoonful of jelly into his mouth.

“well, it’s obvious. isn’t it, harry?” the ginger nudged [y/n]’s other close friend, the one and only harry potter, who was sat close by them, invested in his new fancy advanced potions textbook. he looked up abruptly, his chin in his palm as she shrugged.

“i guess her attitude towards you has improved—”

“see—!” ron immediately zipped his mouth when his eyes met with someone else’s across the great hall. [y/n] turned to see what (more like who) he was looking at, frowning when she saw lavender brown coming their way. she flashed a smile towards ron, tucking a lock of her curly hair behind her ear as she giggled along at what parvati patil said, immediately rushing to their normal seats.

at this point, [y/n] felt extremely sick. she gulped down her food as she met eyes with her beloved best friend, who seemed beyond the moon. a wide grin crossed his lips as he spoke, “see! she likes me. you cannot change my mind.”

[y/n] tried to be happy for ron. he’d been wanting a relationship for ages as he was unhappy with himself (or he was simply just bored). and there was no doubt that ron did not retaliate his feelings for the girl. he, of course, loved her dearly as a friend. and to [y/n]’s disappointment, it seemed like he was never going to figure out her secret.

a smile crossed the girl’s lips as she nodded, uncrossing her arms, “okay, i see it. she likes you,” she chuckled, ruffling the ginger’s hair as he laughed along. she felt eyes on her as she looked at harry who had an inquisitive glint in his eyes as they flickered from her to ron. [y/n] shook her head, looking down at her food as she heard harry sigh to himself.

“um, i promised hermione i’d meet her in the library,” [y/n] stated, finishing the last of her food as she looked at the two boys in front of her. “so… i best be off now.” ron didn’t seem to be paying attention, his eyes still on lavender with a look of adoration in them. harry gave the girl a sympathetic smile as she solemnly glanced at ron, sighing in defeat.

“see you later,” harry waved as [y/n] smiled, walking out of the great hall with heartache striking her chest.

[y/n] stared at her herbology textbook, struggling to understand the words with the one million words crossing her mind. she huffed, her forehead meeting the pages of the book as she closed her eyes. hermione sighed at her best friend, brushing [y/n]’s hair aside to get a better look at her.

“did something happen?” hermione asked, knowing the reason behind [y/n]’s sadness already.

“well, you’ve got that figured out already,” [y/n] joked, sighing as she sat up. she leaned back in her seat as she began tying her hair into a ponytail. “okay, i get that i haven’t made my feelings that… obvious.” hermione nodded, scribbling across her parchment as she listened. “but, come on. even harry agrees with you, i’ve been looking at him differently since third year!” she ranted, almost slamming her textbook shut out of frustration.

“[y/n]...” hermione began, setting down her quill. “perhaps it’s time you… stopped liking ron?” [y/n]’s eyes shot up, her left cheek now against her palm as she thought.

“you’re acting like i haven’t thought about that ‘mione,” [y/n]’s lips pressed together, staring at the words within the pages in front of her. hermione’s mouth opened to speak but it immediately clamped shut when she noticed the figure approaching the both of them. [y/n] looked up, furrowing her brows as she sat up. “what—?”

“hello, ladies.” [y/n] whipped her head around, seeing two fairly attractive slytherin boys in front of her. she glanced at hermione whose cheeks had already flushed at the sight of them. the voice belonged to theodore nott, his eyes already on hermione as he awkwardly scratched his neck. [y/n] recognised the other boy as blaise zabini and sat up in her seat straighter, crossing her legs.

“hello, boys,” she greeted, her ponytail bouncing as she smiled, “to what do we owe the pleasure?” blaise stepped forward, a grin crossing his lips as he glanced at theo.

“well, with slughorn’s christmas party coming up, we’re obviously expected to bring someone,” blaise spoke, his eyes on [y/n] as she intently listened. “and you two were first on our list to ask…” hermione nudged [y/n] whose eyes widened with excitement. [y/n] glanced back at the slytherin boys, a sly smile on her face.

“why, we’re honoured,” she began, “i hope you weren’t lying when you said we’re your first choices,” she tilted her head.

“of course not,” theodore flashed a smile, glancing at hermione once again. “we’ll do anything to prove that if you want us to.”

“that won’t be necessary,” hermione giggled, [y/n] smiling as she added, “we’d be delighted to go with you two.”

blaise and theo smiled, bowing their heads as blaise spoke. “wonderful. we’ll meet outside slughorn’s office next week?”

“sounds great!” [y/n] agreed, the two boys walking off with looks of triumph on their faces. [y/n] turned towards her best friend, looking gleeful as hermione fanned her cheeks.

“you might not agree but they’re both incredibly attractive,” she sighed, leaning back in her seat as [y/n] shrugged.

“well… this might be my chance to get over ron, like you said,” [y/n] grinned, “and blaise is a nice guy, don’t you agree?”

and as a consequence, the two began talking away about what they were going to wear in the corner of the library, all thoughts of ron weasley disappearing.

later that night in the common room, [y/n] sat crossed-legged on the sofa as she finished up her DADA homework, crookshanks purring quietly beside her as her quill scribbled away. she was too concentrated to notice the familiar ginger boy sitting directly beside her.

ron tapped her left shoulder, a smile appearing on his face as [y/n] looked up. she put her quill down, tilting her head at her best friend, “why are you so smiley?” ron scoffed, leaning in his seat.

“i was just happy to see you, jeez,” he muttered, [y/n] laughing as she put away her essay. she tickled crookshanks’s ear as ron spoke again. “where were you after lunch?”

“i told you i was going to be in the library with hermione,” she replied, her lips pressing together as she remembered how ron looked at lavender. ron tilted his head.

“no, you didn’t.” [y/n] sighed, pulling out her hair tie as her [y/h/c] hair cascaded past her shoulders.

“yes, i did. you were too busy staring at bloody lavender,” she retorted, staring into the fire as she brushed her hair aside. ron’s breath hitched as he took in [y/n]’s appearance, his brows raising at how pretty she looked at this angle. he looked away, scratching his neck as he cleared his throat.

“right. sorry. yeah, now that you say that…” ron glanced at [y/n], who seemed to now be in a foul mood as she hugged her knees to her chest. the ginger mentally facepalmed himself, trying to change the subject. “so, with harry and hermione going to that party next week, i was thinking we should spend the day together,” he grinned, causing [y/n] to look up. “because you said you didn’t want to go. we could hang out, like old times.”

[y/n] bit her lip, letting go of her knees. “well, i never said that and… um, i’m sorry, ron. but i can’t.” ron furrowed his eyebrows.

“why not?”

“because…” [y/n] sighed, fiddling with her fingers. “i’m going to the christmas party. with someone.” ron looked gobsmacked at this, his arms now crossing as he scoffed.

“yeah? with who?” he questioned. [y/n]’s brows furrowed at the sudden change in his demeanour.

“blaise zabini,” she replied, forcing herself to not smile at the thought of him. “he’s in our potions’ class—”

“i know who he is,” he snapped, now staring into the fire as [y/n] widened her eyes. she looked away, staying silent because she knew it was best not to argue with ron when he was in moods like these. then, he spoke again, “do you want to go with him?”

“well, hermione wants me to—” [y/n] stopped abruptly, cursing herself as she felt eyes on her once again. it was now only her and ron in the common room.

how she wished harry or hermione were here right now. 

“why does hermione want you to?”

“because she doesn’t want to be alone,” [y/n] shrugged, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

“harry’s going to be there.” [y/n] sighed at this, leaning back into her seat as she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “and isn’t she going with nott from slytherin?”

“yes, she is. i’m surprised you didn’t find out from her that i was going with blaise,” [y/n] remarked, hearing another light scoff emerge from ron. “what? they both asked us while we were in the library.”

“so is that why you two have been blushing all evening?” he muttered, his eyes staring with intent at [y/n] as she struggled to look away.

“yeah,” she mumbled. “guess so.” ron shook his head, getting up from his seat and surprising [y/n] as he began to walk up the staircase. “where are you going?”

“to bed.”

“seriously?” [y/n] guffawed, going after him. she had been in his and harry’s room a number of times, so it didn’t surprise ron when she went after him. “do not tell me you are annoyed because someone asked me to the party.” ron let out a grumble as they both reached his room, confirming [y/n]’s suspicions. “you are!”

“you can do what you like,” he mumbled, entering his room and kicking off his shoes. [y/n] closed the door behind her as she followed ron.

“i don’t know why you’re so bloody bothered,” she stated, crossing her arms as ron turned around. “you’re the one pining after lavender!” ron’s lips melted into a harsh smile, looking to the side as he spoke.

“so that’s why your attitude towards me has gone sour– because of lav?” [y/n] gagged at the nickname, rolling her eyes. she heard a laugh emit from ron, pissing her off even more. “i can’t believe it—” [y/n] walked towards the ginger, pushing him harshly as a look of annoyance crossed his expression. “ow—?”

“first of all, that nickname does not do lavender justice,” [y/n] began, ron smirking at how frustrated she was getting. “and secondly, if you had just let me ask you to the bloody party in the first place—!”

“wait, wait, wait, wait,” ron interjected. “what?”

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A FEW DAYS EARLIER

[y/n] trailed after ron as they both stood at their desks, getting their stuff out diligently. the girl glanced at the door, noticing how harry and hermione hadn’t arrived yet and looked at ron who was now sitting down on his chair.

as she sat down, she tapped ron’s shoulder, catching his attention, “do you know if harry has asked anyone to the christmas party yet?” ron nodded, messing with his quill.

“yeah, he asked luna. why, were you planning on going with him?” he replied, paying close attention to [y/n] as she looked away.

“nah, just wondering. asking for hermione since she’s all hot and bothered about finding a partner,” she smiled, glancing at her parchment. ron nodded slowly.

“so… are you going then?” [y/n] glanced at him, “to the party?” the girl smiled, a tinge of pink arising on her cheeks as she looked down.

“um, actually, i was wondering—” a giggle from beside ron caught [y/n]’s attention, her eyes meeting with lavenders before the blonde glanced at ron with a smile.

“hi, ron,” she greeted, hugging her transfiguration book close to her chest. [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she noticed ron’s expression turn surprised. he raised his eyebrows, his lips curling as he replied.

“hey,” he replied, his voice coming out quieter than expected. she smiled shyly, walking towards the patil sisters as the three of them giggled. [y/n] fought back a sigh as ron turned back towards her, a dumbfounded manner appearing on his face. “did you see that?”

“uh, yeah. what about it?” [y/n] remarked, picking at her parchment as she heard ron’s voice again.

“what about it? well, you tell me!” he whispered, glancing at lavender again. “she was smiling. she doesn’t normally… do that.”

“perhaps she was feeling nice today!” [y/n] suggested, seeing ron nodding slowly as she almost sighed in relief. “lavender’s a lovely girl, she might just be feeling extra happy or something…”

“yeah. yeah, you’re right,” ron shook his head, turning towards [y/n] fully. the girl smiled slightly, staring at him as he spoke. “so i suppose you’re not going?”

“what?”

“the christmas party. you’re not going?” [y/n] furrowed her eyebrows, her lips parting slightly. “you don’t have a partner.”

“about that—”

“i mean, personally, i don’t think anyone is worthy of taking you,” ron shrugged nonchalantly, opening his transfiguration book with a grunt. [y/n] nodded, trying to speak as he continued, “i mean, you could ask a seventh year but perhaps you shouldn’t risk it, guys these days…”

“that’s why i was thinking about—” ron’s attention drifted away from poor [y/n] when the door swung open once again, revealing harry and hermione as they entered the room. he grinned and waved them over, causing the girl to deflate in disappointment. she bit her lip, facing hermione as she sat down opposite her. she quickly smiled at her best friend, paying attention to professor mcgonagall as she began the lesson…

“why didn’t you ask me after the lesson?!” ron stood there, gobsmacked at the new information he just received. [y/n] crossed her arms, arching an eyebrow.

“i fricking tried to! but all you could do was talk to harry about lavender!” ron opened his mouth, expecting to hear something come out of it, yet he quickly closed it once he realised [y/n] was right. he looked down, scratching his neck.

“i– [y/n], i’m sorry,” he stated, stepping closer as a sincere expression crossed his face. “i genuinely am. i know i can’t take the bloody hint and that’s my fault. i seriously am sorry!” [y/n]’s lips pressed together as she looked away, her toes tapping against the floor.

“yeah, well, i’m going to head to my room, so…” and as she turned around, attempting to walk towards the door, ron grasped her wrist, pulling her back gently as she spun to face him. she looked up, bewildered.

“so that’s it? you’re just going to go with zabini?” he questioned, dumbfounded as [y/n] parted her lips. she glanced at his hold on her wrist and raised her eyebrows, looking back up.

“i mean—”

“you could do a whole lot better, [y/n],” he interjected once again, pulling the girl closer as she let out a quiet gasp.

“ron—?”

“no, listen. i get that you’re mad at me and you have a right to be but i do like you. i swear on merlin’s beard i do– ask harry!” [y/n] opened her mouth, trying to speak but ron continued. “i know, i know, i can’t believe it took me being purely jealous just to figure out my bloody feelings– i know. yell at me all you want, i’m just saying—”

“ron—”

“that i have practically liked you since first year after you stuck up for me against malfoy, but i just pushed those feelings away because i was still a ‘blood-traitor’ or whatever and you’re practically pure-blood royalty. and i get that that’s stupid but it’s the truth and i’m telling you now—”

[y/n] kissed him. she smacked his hand away and kissed him, grabbing his face as she pulled him close. she was sure ron’s hands found their way to her waist as she kissed him deeper, smiling against his lips when ron did. as [y/n]’s hands made their way to his hair, ron gently pushed her against his bedpost, his hands squeezing her hips as she let out a gasp, tugging at his hair as he picked her up easily. as [y/n] wrapped her legs around his waist, she nearly moaned against his lips when ron pinched her thigh, the ginger grinning at the whine she let out instead.

and just as he was about to move his lips towards [y/n]’s neck, the two of them heard a scream.

[y/n] immediately pulled away, her eyes widening when she saw hermione – along with a startled harry – standing at the door with amazement. she dropped her books, one of them hitting harry’s toes as he winced, kicking the book away.

“finally! merlin, the both of you were driving me mad,” she exclaimed as [y/n] jumped off of ron, rolling her eyes as ron furrowed his eyebrows.

“what’s she talking about?” he asked harry, along with [y/n], looking at his friends with confusion.

“listen, this only took so long because of him,” she shrugged, hearing harry shut the door behind him as [y/n] jumped onto ron’s bed. ron sighed, scratching his neck.

“yeah, she’s right—”

“no fucking shit,” harry muttered, shaking his head as a grin crossed his lips. “you are unbelievable, mate.” ron stood there, offended as hermione began to cackle.

“listen, i know i’m a bit slow—”

“oh, merlin, how are you supposed to tell blaise that you can’t go with him now?” hermione asked her friend, wincing at the thought as [y/n] shrugged.

“ah, he can always take greengrass. she’s pretty.”

“but you’re prettier,” ron winked at [y/n], causing the girl to grimace as ron sighed. “sorry, that was a bit—”

“no shit.” the quartet began to laugh, ron wrapping an arm around [y/n] as they all giggled away, the world feeling right again.

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[slayingqueenchal]

supportive friend | Ronald weasley x fem!reader.

summary : you have been nothing but nice to ron.. Until he makes you upset.

warnings : angst, fourth year, YULE BALL IS HELD AFTER SECOND TASK.

"Harry Potter's stupid friend" The thought of ron saying that lingered in Harry's mind.

"Why can't you.. Talk some sense into him" Harry told you, making you nod "I tried Harry, but.. You know how he is, but he'll catch up soon enough, y-you can't possibly stress about him again, the first task is tomorrow"

Ron was always, how do I put it, the second choice, probably because of how many siblings he has.

It was pain in the ass, trying to convince ron to tell Harry about the dragons, so you and Hermione told him yourself.

You had a thing for him, that's why you care for him more than you care for basically anybody else.

After him and Harry made up, you were relieved. Relieved that you didn't have to comfort ron all day because of his insecurities, though, you liked comforting him.

Cuddling was something you, Harry, Hermione and ron used to do, Harry and Hermione let that go, but you and ron didn't.

You starved skin contact with ron, which is weird, but it's sadly the truth.

You were worried when you searched for ron and Hermione and they both weren't there. Harry told you that professor McGonagall called them, but it didn't stop you from worrying.

The next day the two were no where to be found, but you had to be there with Harry to be his emotional support.

"You'll be okay Harry, goodluck" You hugged the anxious boy, trying to make him feel more relaxed, but there was no difference.

You began to ask where your two other friends were, and only receiving 'I don't know'

Until, Cedric came up first with Cho, then Krum with Hermione.

You immediately rushed to her, hugging her, not caring if your robes would be wet.

"I thought you were gone! " You laughed, giving her a hot towel. "I thought so myself, professor McGonagall suddenly put a sleeping spell on us! " Hermione giggled.

But, the time ran out, and neither ron nor Harry was there, until to heads popped up. "Ron! " You gasped.

It was ron, and Gabrielle. You helped the two get up to the platform, along with Fleur.

"Oh my Lord ron! " You laughed. "Bloody hell, y/n it's a crazy story! " Ron shivered "professor McGonagall-", "you can tell me later, youre literally cold, come" You grabbed his hands.

You still wondered where Harry was, well, he did, show up, in a rather shocking way.

After getting the towels, you both came back to Harry. Before you could speak to him, Fleur immediate kissed Harry on the cheeks, and Ron too.

Your stomach fell into jealousy, and your mood was ruined, but it wasn't visible.

It wasn't visible but there was a clear difference between you and ron. There was no more cuddles, slight flirting, or anything.

And you did that. Even Harry questioned that.

When the Yule ball got announced, you immediately wanted to ask Ron out. Few days after McGonagall made the statement, you finally packed up the courage to ask him out.

But, he didn't show you any interest at all. And you know it's your fault, you were the first to distance away from him.

So, you have up without even trying to ask him. "Harry, do you have a date? " You sighed. "Nope, I'm getting desperate" Harry scoffed.

"What about we go together, as friends, platonic" You suggested. Oh and, ron was there. "Oh, i-" Harry tried to speak, but ron cutted him out. "That's a good idea, I think you two should go together" Before leaving.

"Yeah, I mean, the ball is in two days"

You tried to plaster a happy look on your face, for the ball.

You smiled through the whole dance, even though there were some errors.

"Harry that's my feet! " You hissed. "Oh yeah?" He stepped your foot again, making the two of you laugh.

Ron on the other hand left his date, frowning and shedding some tears.

You and Harry decided to visit him, but he was trying to get away.

"Ron, wait! " Suddenly, Harry disappeared into thin air, but you didn't care.

"What's wrong? " You asked. "Didnt.. I didn't go with the girl I wanted to go with" That statement punched you on the face.

"Oh.. Me neither.. But our dates isn't so bad" You tried to cheer him up. "Your date wasn't so bad, you went with Harry! "

"Who's the lucky girl? " You ask

"Who's the lucky boy" Ron ask.

"He made it clear that he doesn't wanna go with me" You said in front of him, knowing that it's about Ron himself. "That's a blind folk isn't it? You're amazing"

"He is blind, Ron, why are you so blind? " You mumbled. "What? ", " He's you ron, you're him, in talking about you! " Your eyes softened, but his face became somewhat angry.

"So you asked my bestfriend? " Ron huffed. "I didn't have the courage, besides you were completely uninterested, I gave up when you asked girls that are way prettier than me" You defended yourself.

"That's ridiculous, I would rather go with you! ", " Well that's the thing isn't it? I'm the second choice, the seventh choice, if you will"

"Why does that matter? " Ron ask. "Why does that matter? You know how it feels, Ron, you've complained to me about how shitty it feels to be the second choice! "

"But you never get to feel like that in any other way! " Ron protested. "But it still sucks" Your eyes became gloss.

"I wanted to go with you! " Ron said. "Liar" You teared up. "You were boasting about your plan on asking fleur, you didn't say anything about asking me out"

"So that's it? You're jealous, that's selfish! " Ron scoffed. "I hate you Ron!" You gave up on arguing the boy, fearing that you'll be hurt more.

You cried your whole way to the common room.

Actually, you sobbed.

You didn't talk the next day, or the next next day, or for a month.

You talked to Harry about it.

"It's not like youre bad but I really wanted to go with him! Besides you know ive liked him since first year, and I don't want to be the one who always does everything, always saying sorry, or doing something, sometimes I just want someone to do it, Ron! " You sighed "maybe we werent made for each other, maybe I'm just.. Delusional"

"Oh shut it, y/n, you two are cute together, I think Ron likes you. " Harry comforted, but it didn't work. "You think, but he doesn't"

"He wanted to go to the ball with you, not with Fleur, Fleur was the second choice, he just.. Didn't have enough in him to ask you out, and then you asked me out, and it made him a bit moody" Harry said, making you feel more horrible.

"He's been talking about.. To just ignore it all, you know, the thing with you and him? Ron wanted to act like nothing happened. "

"I can't do that, that's not--thats toxic"

As days passed, you became more and more sad. Hermione pitied you terribly, and started to distance herself from Ron too.

"Hermione, Ron is your bestfriend, you can't just cut that because of me? Hermione I'm ruining the friend group" You teared up.

You became more anxious. "You're overthinking it, y/n, it's okay, but, I can't let you be miserable like this, you have to try and feel better"

"I don't know if I can when I see him laughing with Harry, Hermione, he said the things he said because he felt bad, not because he likes me, honestly Hermione, I think I'm going to act like nothing happened."

"I don't think that's a good idea.. However if you think it's the best shot you've got.. I think its fine"

And there you were, walking with Ron, but never talking to him. You'd ignore him, even if he asks for the time.

"Y/n, will you stop ignoring me? " Ron ask. "I thought you wanted me to ignore you" You scoffed.

"I'm sorry okay? " Ron said, genuinely sounding sorry, and so you replied with "okay. Apology accepted"

"You're not doing great, y/n! " Ron stopped you from walking away. "I can obviously see that, thanks"

"Stop it with this whole thing, you can't keep doing this! "

"But I can, Ron"

"You'll be sick" Ron said worriedly. "Huh, didn't even know you'd care" You rolled your eyes.

"I want things to go back as normal, but, you can't just be like this all the time" Ron protested, "well this is the new normal, Ron, accept that"

Just like that, you left, feeling worse.

A week before the third task, you two were still on bad terms.

You've had enough. You couldn't stop crying, on the hallways.

A boy decided to show up, Ron.

"Leave, Ron" You cried. "What? Don't cry" Ron tried to sound comforting. But you failed to put on an I don't give a fuck facade.

You jumped to hug him, receiving s tight hug back. "I'm sorry" You cried on his shoulders. "Shh, it's alright, I'm sorry too, my love" Ron whispered in your ears.

"I want you to be honest, Ron, I know you don't like me the way I like you, and I need you to be crystal clear about that or else I'll be miserable all the time" You sniffed, pulling away from the hug, "and I want us to stay friends, and I'm sorry for being an asshole, and what I did was so fucking selfish, I'm so fucking sorry" You tried to hide your face.

"What if I love you? " Ron asked. "If" You cried more. "I do love you" Ron said, "as friends,Ron, don't play with my feelings like that" You cried.

"No, love, I love you,bloody hell, why do you think I call you 'my love' if I don't love you? " Ron scoffed.

"You dont, I can never imagine someone living me, let alone you!" You denied. "I love you, so so much"

"Is this a prank, where's the twins? " You took a step back.

"Please just accept that I truly am in love with you, y/n" Ron softly says.

"I-i love you.. "

"I love you more" Ron says. The two of you leaned in and kissed each other.

The kiss was desperate, wet, full of love, and a small hint of lust.

"So uhm.. I was wondering if you want to be my girlfriend? " Ron asked in a high pitched voiced. You laughed with your teary eyes, going in for another kiss.

"I suppose that's a yes? ", " A massive, humongous, yes"

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[eunoiaflow3r]

Harry Potter fics I’m currently working on:

TAGLIST

06/25/23

Harry:

enemies to lovers, forced partners in class.

Ron:

fwb!Ron gets jealous of Y/N and Draco.

Fred:

Fred asks out Y/N bc of a dare - ends up falling in love. (angst, fluff) (longer, will take me a min)

George:

Mutual pining fluff.

Skinny dipping

Draco:

Professor!Draco and college student Y/N find themselves attracted to one another. (longer)

Draco and Y/N sneak around and get caught.

Let me know if you have any ideas for these, or want a request added to this list.

Feedback appreciated🤍

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[tsw1234]

"Do You Think We're Soulmates In Every Universe?" - R.W.

Word Count: 677

Synopsis: After relentless arguments and debates with your ex over your recent break up, you feel as if there's no chance at reconciliation or at least having a civil relationship. But when you're both forced to share bed, the topic of your relationship manifests itself into a bigger discussion? What will happen? What if this is only a minor set back in a great love story?

Warnings: Fluff, angst, mentions of cheating, one bed trope, second chance love, exes to lovers, Hermione slander (FOR THE PLOT) if you squint extremely hard

"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

A caught off guard Ron Weasley while lying on his side faced away towards the door, turns his head over to look at you. Your body, still faced towards the wall. After being forced to share a bed due to the lack of space, he was certain there would be no words exchanged between the two of you. After all the fighting and arguing, why would there be? At the end of the day he knew what he did was wrong. He knew how upset you were. For Merlin's sake he got with your best friend! Granted, it was after you two had broken up (although you had argued that not only were the two of you on a break, but he had done it a day after you had put your relationship to rest).

Ron turns his full body to face you. You knew it as you could hear the sheets crinkle to support his motion. Silence lingered through the air before he responded

"Yes, yes I do."

There was a certain stillness shared. Both of you, dawning upon what was said.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you?"

"Do I what?"

There was a short silence once more.

"Do you think we're soulmates in every universe?"

You could feel Ron's eyes on you; not in a harsh way, but a delicate desperate loving one. Despite his actions, he loved you. He loved you way more than Hermione, no doubt about it. He would rather ruin himself over and over and over again before having to re-live the pain and hurt in your eyes the day you caught them.

You twist the top half of your body to lie flat on the bed whilst your lower half still faces away, eyes staring at the ceiling, not ready to let your guard down.

"That depends...do you still betray me in every universe?"

You softly look straight into his eyes. This one answer would decide the entire fate of your relationship. He could still see the hurt and melancholy in your eyes, which is why he couldn't bring himself to look in them when he answered your query.

"Yes...yes I do."

The shame that overcame his body could not be expressed. How could he admit such a horrible thing? He didn't deserve you. He didn't even deserve to be in the same proximity as you. But he couldn't lie to you. He knew in every universe he would do something stupid and screw up. But despite that, he knew that he would always love you no matter what.

"Then yes, yes I do."

Ron was shocked. He looked up to see you fully facing him whilst gently making eye contact with him for a split second, before glancing away. Despite you breaking eye contact, he was still looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love and warmth. For a moment you both lay there, nothing said nothing done. But it was as if instinct took over, and you both knew what to do. At the same time, Ron opened up his arms, and you went into them. One of his arms caressing your shoulder and the other rubbing your back, all while placing kisses on your temple. You on the other hand basking in his warmth. All felt right, but all that glitters isn't always gold. You knew that this was temporary and when the sun came up you both would have to forget and act as if this interaction never happened. But it did and Ron didn't want to forget. He didn't want to act as if nothing happened.

"Ron?" you daintily whispered, looking up into his eyes.

"Yes love?" he replied, looking back at your's with adoration.

"Goodnight," you say and turn away from him, questioning the battle between your brain and heart.

Despite your actions, Ron was still facing you, eyes filled with comfort and fondness.

"Goodnight love." he responded with an intimate smile before taking his time to face the other way.

#ron weasley angst #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley #harry potter #hp fandom #hp fanfic #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n

[mrsriddlenott]

“I found out what the problem is. Breakin’ promises.” ~ Who Shot Cupid? ~ Juice WRLD

Toxic!Ron Weasley x Fem!reader

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Warnings: Language, Angst, Jealousy, Arguments, Trust Issues

“You have got to be kidding me,” Ron Weasley was nothing if not dramatic. When he found out you’d have to work with a another guy for a Potions project he absolutely freaked. “Can’t you just ask Snape to change your partner,”

“Seriously Ron? I’d rather deal with the squid in the Black Lake…” You were getting increasingly upset about the simple fact that he would not trust you. This was not the first time he’d come to you with some ridiculous claim of you using him to get to Harry or cheating on him with anything that walked. Every time it was the same, he’d lose his mind, realize he was being an absolute git, then rush an apology and say he promised it would never happen again.

But of course it always happened again.

“You cannot be serious Ron, he helped me with my fucking Patronus charm, you were literally there you saw everything that happened.” You were shouting in Ron’s dormroom as he accused you of flirting with Fred at the most recent DA meeting.

“You didn’t see the eyes he was giving you. You’re just too naive, I know Fred okay.” You weren’t about to stand around and be insulted and you certainly weren’t going to allow him to talk bad about your friend even if he was his brother.

“Y’know what Ron, you’re wrong and when you realize that come talk to me.” You slammed his dorm room door as he shouted something after you, the Common Room was silent and all eyes were on you as you made your way to the Girls dormitories.

For a week Ron was persistent that you were the one that had to apologize. He refused to speak to you directly and would force Hermione to come to you when he “wanted to know if you were ready to apologize” which only made you less and less likely to do so.

Eventually, with help from Harry and Hermione, he came to his senses and realized he was acting out of jealousy. He followed you back to your dorm after dinner rambling partial apologies as you rolled your eyes attempting to ignore him. However when you turned to yell at him for his actions, the look of pure desperation on his face had you almost immediately pulling him into a hug and forgiving him.

“I promise it’ll never happen again.”

“Hey y/l/n” You were met with the lazy, arrogant voice of Cormac McLaggen only two days later as he cockily asked you to join him on a Hogsmeade trip. You of course declined, telling him you’re already going with Ron. But the second you turned the corner you ran into your boyfriend’s muscular chest.

“What the hell was that?” Ron snapped as you steadied yourself, standing straight in front of him.

“You’re joking right?” You scoffed in his face, “He asked me on a date and I said no,” You placed your hands on your hips preparing for the fight you knew was about to come.

“Oh really? Am I just supposed to believe that?” He almost screamed, only a few inches from your face.

“Uh yeah Ron because that’s what happened,” You slightly shook your head with a dry laugh as you backed away from him. “I’m not doing this anymore.”

You left the redhead dumbfounded in the corridor as you left for your dorm. You had made a decision you would not accept any of his many apologies that came over the next few weeks.

It was very clear Ronald Weasley could not be trusted to keep a promise.

#harry potter #ron weasley #harry potter angst #angst #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x reader #hp #harry potter oneshot #ron weasley angst #oneshot #blurb #toxicity

[punkharryp0tt3r]

Ron Weasleys vent song is Remember my name by Mitski. Just listen to the lyrics

Especially as a Rarry shipper

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[vilentia]

The Cafe Romance

Ron Weasley x reader

Ron Weasley had always imagined that life after the second wizarding war would be easier. But the truth was that things were far from simple. The war had taken a toll on everyone, especially those who had fought in it. They had seen and experienced things that had changed them forever. They were now trying to adapt to a world that was no longer in a state of war, which was not an easy thing to do.

He had expected to continue dating Hermione Granger, his girlfriend since their Hogwarts days. But as they started to settle into the real world, they began to realize that their expectations of their relationship were entirely different. Ron wanted to focus on settling down, finding a job, and starting a family, whereas Hermione wanted to continue her education and pursue her career goals. Ron felt that he had already done enough fighting and wanted to focus on the quieter aspects of life, while Hermione felt that there was still work to be done to make the world a better place. Additionally, they also had different personalities and communication styles, which led to misunderstandings and arguments. They had come to an amicable decision to end their relationship.

One day, while out for a walk in the heart of London, you stumbled upon a quaint little cafe that you had never noticed before. You decided to go in and ordered a coffee, settling down at the bar to enjoy your drink.

Meanwhile, Ron was also at the cafe, sitting at the bar and staring off into space. He had been feeling lost and aimless since his breakup with Hermione and had decided to take a walk to clear his head. When he saw you walk in, he couldn't help but notice you. You were beautiful, with a bright smile and sparkling eyes that seemed to light up the room.

As you settled in, you couldn't help but notice Ron, who was sitting just a few seats away. You recognized him immediately from the many articles and pictures in the Daily Prophet. You felt a little starstruck but tried to act casual and not draw too much attention to yourself.

For a while, neither of you said anything. You were both lost in your own thoughts, sipping your drinks and staring off into space. But eventually, Ron worked up the courage to strike up a conversation with you. You started talking about the weather, but soon the conversation moved on to your interests, likes, and dislikes. You talked about everything from books to music, and before you knew it, hours had passed.

It wasn't until later that you revealed to Ron that you were a witch, something he hadn't suspected before. He was pleasantly surprised and felt even more drawn to you now that he knew you shared a similar background.

Despite the undeniable chemistry between you, Ron refused to admit that he had feelings for you. He was still trying to come to terms with his breakup with Hermione and didn't want to rush into anything new. However, the more time he spent with you, the more he realized that he was falling for you.

One day, while sitting at the same café where you had first met, you asked Ron what he was thinking. Ron had been feeling nervous all day, wondering how he would tell you how he felt about you. When you asked him what he was thinking, he knew that it was the perfect opportunity to finally confess his feelings.

He took a deep breath and looked straight into your eyes. "I think I'm falling in love with you," he said, his voice shaking a little. He couldn't believe he had said it, but he also knew that it was the truth.

Your eyes widened, and you looked a little surprised, but also incredibly happy. You put your hand on his, and your touch sent shivers down Ron's spine. "I've been waiting for you to say that," you said, your smile reaching your eyes.

Ron's heart swelled with happiness. He couldn't believe that you felt the same way. You had been spending so much time together, getting to know each other, and it had all led to this moment.

"I know we've only been seeing each other for a short time," Ron continued, "but I can't imagine not having you in my life. You make everything feel so much better, and I can't help but feel like we were meant to meet."

You leaned in and gave him a quick kiss. "I feel the same way," you said. "I don't know what the future holds, but I know that I want to be with you."

Ron felt like he was on top of the world. For the first time in a long time, he felt like everything was falling into place.

From that moment on, Ron and your relationship flourished. You went on adventures, explored new places, and laughed together. Ron had always imagined that life after the second wizarding war would be easier. But he realized that it wasn't about things being easy; it was about finding the right person to got through life with. And in you, Ron had found his forever.

#ron weasley #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley angst #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley fic #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley art #ron weasley x hermione granger

[elfswiftiestuff]

so i am looking for a very specific type of fic which has the 'Ron Weasley least loved' trope

Like he is not actively hated and abused by Weasleys but he is left behind, ignored, neglected, accidentally forgotten

I just really wanna read some Ron centric family angst, any recommendations? Any blog i can specifically ask for recommendations?

All help appreciated, please interact and ask anything you wanna know before you recommend!

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[snake-berry]

lately i've been feeling like deathly hallows ron

#ron weasley #harry potter fanart #harry potter #ronald weasley #romione #ron weasley defense squad #ron weasley angst #ron weasley is hot agenda #harry potter art #hp fanart #love him more than life itself tbh #weasley is our king #MY king actually

[mastermindmiko]

Request: Where reader is jealous of some girl who flirts ron. And ron and reader have passionate sex

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you don't mind, but I've left out the smutty parts because I feel uncomfortable writing them. Sorry it took so long.

Green eyed monster and green skin girl

Pairing: Ron Weasley + reader

word count: 1008

Summary: Lavender gets too close to your boyfriend

Warnings: jinxes, some sexual innuendos, y/n being kinda cruel, maybe some mistakes? noot proofread

Hey! If you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist.

Ron has always been a jealous person. Sometimes, it didn't even make sense why he was jealous. It had sprouted over years of insecurity and feeling like his brothers were better than him. I've always tried to reassure him and make sure that he felt loved.

What didn't make sense, though, was the fact that today, Ron wasn't jealous, I was. So when madame Sprout announced that Ron's partner was Lavender I was too busy fisting my pen in my palm and trying to ignore her obnoxious laughter than celebrating the fact that Neville was my partner which guaranteed me an O.

They were sitting in the seats a few feet in front of Neville and I, and after a few minutes, I couldn't resist the urge to glare at the back of Lavender's head.

Poor Neville was trying to explain something to me, but I couldn't help but fantasize about chopping off Lavender's long blonde hair or even better yet, setting her whole head on fire.

My blood was already boiling, but when Lavender let out a high-pitched giggle and decided to place her hands on my boyfriend's arm, I was seeing red. All I was thinking about was how after the lesson, I couldn't wait to give her a piece of my mind.

Suddenly, I didn't have to wait till the end of the lesson because her hair caught fire. She started screaming and shouting. There was chaos all around her, and I tried to ignore it as much as I could. I didn't know I was that angry.

"How could you do such a thing?" Hermione whispers, angrily from the chair behind me after madame Sprout poured water on Lavender's head, leaving her looking like a drowned rat. I shrug my shoulders and avoided her gaze, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please! Everyone here noticed the way you wanted to stab her." Hermione scolded, and I scoffed at her (very true) insinuation. I said, "I did not want to stab her."

"You did, too. I stopped explaining ten minutes ago." Neville pipped in from beside me. I rolled my eyes and huffed. I turned back to find that Lavender's hair was intact and after a quick drying spell, she looked normal again.

Lavender continued her antics and pressed on my boyfriend's bicep, no doubt telling him how fit he was. Ron flushes and awkwardly shifts away from her. He looks back at me to find me glaring at both of them.

Lavender looks back at where Ron's looking and notices me. Her face turns to disgust. She looks me up and down, then scoffs, and she looks back to the front. I growl and try to claw at her from behind my table while Neville holds me back. Neville says, "You can't go to Azkaban for murder!"

"You're right, Neville." I say while straightening out my uniform before sitting down in the stool again. I grab my pen and whisper, "There are too many witnesses here anyway."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!" I reply, feigning innocence. Thankfully, the lesson is over in a few minutes. Neville and everyone else leaves the greenhouse. I wait, noticing how Lavender has my boyfriend cornered, talking to him about something idiotic.

Ron stops her mid sentence and rushes out of the greenhouse before she can catch him again. Lavender huffs and flips a bit of her hair over her shoulder. It was my moment, I slung my back over my shoulder, and as I walked towards her, I flick my wand to preform one of my favourite spells.

After it's done, I grin, satisfied. She's done packing when I reach her. I clear my throat and she looks at me. The give her a fake smile then say, "You should really know not to touch what isn't yours, especially since I know that you know that Ron isn't yours."

"What are you going to do if I don't?" Lavender replies with a hand on her hip. I smile, and head to the door, leaving the greenhouse, but not before replying, "You'll know."

Ron's waiting outside, fidgeting anxiously. I ignore him and walk a few steps towards the castle. Ron follows muttering, "I'm so sorry, I would never-"

"Relax, Ron. You were great, she, on the other hand...she'll get her punishment." I mutter the last part of my sentence. Ron looks confused. He asks, "What do you mean?"

A few laughs are heard and then a loud scream. I grin, knowing what happened. Ron looks back at the havoc that's occurring, and his eyes go wide. I can only imagine what he must be seeing, Lavender with green skin and hair. Ron looks back at me, eyes wide. Then, his face turns into what can only be described as incredibly smug.

"You're jealous." Ron says, and I look at him, mouth agape. I was, but no way I was telling him. I roll my eyes, but the blush on my cheeks betrays me. I huff, "You're insane."

"You're very jealous." Ron replies and lets out a chuckle at the end. I pout and start marching away from him. Ron wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his chest.

He presses his lips to mine and raises his hand to cradle my face. It's slow and passionate. I open my mouth, and he deepens the kiss. I feel butterflies in my stomach. He parts, voice significantly deeper, "You're very sexy when you're jealous, darling."

He trails his other hand and fidgets with the hem of my skirt. My eyes widen, and I look around to find no one noticing. Ron whispers into my ear, "How about...we go to my dorm, and I'll remind you how you're the only one for me."

He presses a long kiss to my lips again, but this time, it's filled with lust. A need grows inside me, and I can't help but let out a small moan when he pinches my waist. Ron doesn't waste any time taking us to his dorm.

a/n: I think you can guess what happens next. I hope this was good, its my first time writing a request, I hope I did it justice.

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[lazuli-writes]

Aloha mai kākou 🩵 welcome to my (@little-lazuli) writing blog where I’ll be posting my written works. You can also find my works here on ao3 if you wish :) but here is a quick masterlist of all of my current works.

Thank you @cafekitsune for the beautiful text dividers. Please take a minute of your day to visit their blog and enjoy their beautiful works.

I currently write for select K-pop groups, Harry Potter and Asoiaf. I do not currently take requests or commissions, but if you any asks pertaining to any of my works, please feel free to ask.

Also please be wary as my screen reader setting is my current beta reader. That being said, mahalo nui loa and enjoy 🩶

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Hell: [angst/apocalypse au] San has a nightmare about his biggest regret.

Alone: [angst-ish/thriller] Hongjoong has an epiphany after a call from a sick Jongho.

Intruder: [angst/comfort-ish] part 2 of Alone — There’s an intruder in the Ateez Dorm.

Wake: [angst-ish/hopeful] Jun is the only one who can handle seeing Vernon in the hospital.

Leave: [angst/sci-fi] Donghyuck finds himself in over his head after traversing space and time.

Cosmetology: [domestic/apocalypse au] Donghyuck has a crush on someone who confuses stars and makeup.

Dream: [domestic/spy au] Jeonghan sings to his son.

Brutal: [domestic/spy au] Jeonghan hates the avengers.

Sing: [angst/vampire au] Taeyong sings to his son.

Starlight: [angst/cosmic au] Yunho was your favorite love game.

Heaven: [domestic/slice-of-life] Xiaojun riding a harley in Hawaiʻi.

Esta Noche: [suggestive/song fic] You meet Chanyeol at a small pub

Sighs: [smut/pwp] San scolds his duckie

a song of ice and fire

What if series: [a series of useless rants and rambles on different possible possibilities]

What if Benjen Stark married?

What if the Sarnori migrated?

What if Jon Snow didn’t join the Night’s Watch?

What if Joffrey Waters was a hero?

Pragmatic: [hopeful/slice-of-life-in-westeros] Sansa makes her escape from that wretched city for a second time.

harry potter

Hiraeth Series: [angst/slice-of-life-for-a-slytherin] Several perspectives of Ron’s life after being sorted into Slytherin. This series was inspired by some of my favorite ron-centric fics: @chuchiotaku’s “There and Back Again” and TheTrueSpartan’s “Fate”

Son: [angst/molly weasley pov] Molly cannot blame anyone else but herself, her son was gone.

Spark: [fluff-young love/ron weasley pov] Ron’s first spark of love with Daphne ignites before a reflection.

Survivor: [teen angst/slice-of-life-for-a-slytherin/ron weasley pov] Ron purchases his very own wand, a survivor’s wand.

Outtakes - Character Profile: Ronald: Character Profile of Ronald Bilius Greengrass née Weasley

Honour: [slice-of-life-for-a-slytherin] Muriel reads Ron’s letter he left before going to restore his honour.

Verdict: [hurt & comfort/daphne greengrass pov] Daphne awaits Ron’s verdict at his trial for being a death eater.

Outtakes - 100 Headcanons: 100 headcanons for Ron after being sorted into Slytherin.

Outtakes - 100 More Headcanons: 100 more headcanons for Ron after being sorted into Slytherin.

Outtakes - Unfinished Moments: Unfinished memories from a pensieve; with moments from Tracey, Astoria, Muriel and Theodore.

Outtakes - 25 Quotes from the Silver Quartet: 25 random quotes from each member of the Silver Quartet.

The Vanishing Series: Under the threat of defeat, the supporters of the dark lord cast a curse that banishes half of the Wizarding population of the British Isles.

Intro i

Intro ii

Opulence: [fluff/slice-of-life] Fred has a question for Roland (oc).

Sunshine and Rainbows: [angst] Fred has some choice words for Roland (oc).

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And please note: I do not give any permission to consumers to feed my works to ai. I repeat, I do not give any permission to consumers to feed my works to ai. Let it be known.

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[ronnonon]

Ron was always a girl. She knew from the moment she met Luna Lovegood that her body wasn’t right, that she was too stiff and bulky even when she was just a twig. Luna was graceful and pretty, wearing gorgeous hand made dresses that would spin a hypnotising pattern. She asked Pandora, too scared to ask her mother, who said it was normal and that sometimes bodies and minds didn’t always match up, but that didn’t mean the mind was wrong, not at all. She went to tell her mother about her discovery, only to find her talking about how happy she was to have a baby girl and coddling an annoyed Ginny. She couldn’t take that attention away from Ginny, that love and adoration she longed for belonged to her sweet little sister. She kept it close to her heart, not telling a soul and when Pandora passed away she felt a part of her go along side the understanding woman. She was completely alone in her own body, with no one to understand or even know. She met Harry and immediately got along with him. Then she met Hermione and felt such a strong jealousy over her skirt and long flowing hair that she was unintentionally rude to her. When she got to the dorms she prayed to all the muggle gods she knew that they would recognise she wasn’t a boy, only to ascend the stairs along side Harry with ease. It was fifth year when her mum tried to give her a haircut and she asked to keep it long that Hermione and Ginny caught on. They had talked together about all the little things they’ve noticed, like how she always looks at dresses and how Ginny once caught her trying on a ring in a store and how Hermione had a cousin who was transgender. They came up with a plan to subtly show they supported trans people and how they thought men should be allowed to wear pretty things in case she was happy to be a man but wanted to wear dresses. It’s a year later that Ron has a break down and tells them she wants to be a girl and how sick she feels in her body, how clunky and gross it feels as she grows more and more. Ginny does her hair up in a braided bun, Hermione talking about drag queens and her cousin, Luna would join them later and talk about how she knows of hundreds of spells people have learnt to change their body slowly over time. It would take a lot of patience, training and potion work, but it was possible. Ron tells Harry, who is genuinely confused as to why she would think he wouldn’t want to be friends with her. He helps her tell the twins and eventually the rest of the family. Her mum is tense at first but then agrees that it’s alright, saying she was sorry she felt she had to keep such a thing hidden. Ron changes her name with the help of her friend Luna, choosing Rowena with Row as a nickname. Ten years later, Row goes to the grave of Pandora Lovegood and thanks the woman long since past.

#ron weasley #ron weasley centric #ron weasley angst #trans ron weasley

[avalynlestrange]

Ron Weasley

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[doratheexplorer23455679]

If you will have me

Ron and the golden trio have always bullied you for being a Slytherin. But what if Ron discovered that he started to have feelings for you during your later years of Hogwarts.

first time writing one of these pls read with love and kindness in your soul 😂😂

Ron couldn’t understand what was happening to him, all his life he’s seen you as the annoying Slytherin girl who was chasing after Fred and George but now every time he sees you it’s like his heart stops and all he can do is watch you pass by him with a look of concern while he stands there looking like a complete moron. Now he’s in the great hall watching you watching you eat your pumpkin pasties and wondering to him self why can’t he just get the balls to go and tell you how he feels, and then it hits him, YOUR HISTORY. Luckily Harrys there to bring him out of his shame spiral. “Mate what’s wrong with you, you look like you just saw an angel get crushed by a bus”. “Me, no nothing’s wrong, this is just my thinking face. Though I’ve never heard described as “angel getting crushed by a bus” before”. “ Why were you looking at her”, Hermione said with a tone that said “don’t bullshit me Ron I know you’re lying”. “Um who, as you can see there are a lot of (she, her) around our vicinity Hermione, well as far as I know”. “At YN”. “ was I looking at her I didn’t even notice thanks for telling me Hermione next time I’ll make sure to keep my eyes away from anything, Um her.” And with that I got up from the table hopefully still leaving with my dignity. The next few days just got tougher and tougher, Hermione and Harry wouldn’t leave YN alone and let’s just say things got a little awkward in the common room when I suggested that we should just leave her alone. But the whole time all I was thinking about was how I wish I could tell you how I feel. And finally the moment came you were in the twins dorm planning a prank like always. It’s now or never I told myself as I walked into the dorm ready to pull you aside and tell you I love you, wait what, no I like you, yeah that seems about right. “Hey YN can I talk to you”. “ About what” Fred asked. “Stuff”. “What kinda of stuff” George then said. “Um stuff”. “Guys I got this” you said. At that Fred and George got up and left. “So what do you want”. “Um I want to talk to you”. “Well”. “Oh yeah, um well you see the past few weeks I’ve been feeling some sort of way toward you, which is why I came to talk to you. okay let me start over, I have feelings for you, positive feelings don’t worry. So I’m yeah I have a crush on you and yup and yup”. “So you came here to tell me that you like me”. “Yes”. “And what did you think would happen”. “Um I don’t actually know but I kinda expected um magic”. “Magic, Ron you do understand that you were a total dick to me”. “Oh um yes but I was hoping we could get past that and um I don’t know”. “Ron is this some kind of joke Becuase if it is then I swear to merlin I will punch you in the balls”. “ no it’s not I promise” I said starting to get really frantic. “Ugh I can’t believe I was so stupid of course it’s a joke” you said getting up and storming to the door with tears in your eyes. “Wait please” I said while grabbing at your wrist to stop you from leaving. “It’s not a joke please” I said holding tightly onto your wrist. “Please I meant every word I said I do like you a lot, please you have to believe me”. You let out a loud sigh as you sat on the nearest chair. “You don’t understand Ron, I liked you first. I tried not to because you were a complete asshole but I don’t know there was always something about you and I’m finally getting over you and now you come here with all this. What am I supposed to say”. “Tell me you want this” I said while reaching for your hands then holding them. “it’s just how am I supposed to trust you after all that’s happened” you said while removing your hands from Ron’s. “I can’t do anything about the past but I can do something about the future and I know I want to be with you, I promise I will do everything I can to make it up to you just let me prove how much you mean to me”. With that you couldn’t help but kiss him. The kiss was soft but passionate . When you broke the kiss, you peppered kisses on Ron’s temples, forehead, cheeks, and chin. “I really like you” I sighed. “I like you too” you said dreamily.

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