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Reunion at Shell Cottage [R.W.]

A/n: This came to me and I wrote it all at once because it took over my brain.

Pairings: Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Words: 2k

Summary: After many months apart after Ron goes on a search for horcruxes with Harry and Hermione, they finally reunite - at Shell Cottage.

Warnings: fluff, only slight almost nonexistent angst, mention of depression and loss of appetite, crying, kissing. As always lmk if I missed anything.

“Go…- Ron, it’s okay… just go.”

It was the last thing you’d said before disconnecting your hands, watching with teary eyes as Ron hesitantly started running, his hand still outstretched and his eyes filled with tears of his own. He mouthed an ‘I love you’, and within a blink, he was gone. Your heart broke, the tears that had pooled in your eyes finally leaked down your cheeks. You let George pull you with him guiding you to safety, away from the burning and the screaming as death eaters tore up the place, looking for the chosen one. You wished you could’ve gone with him or that he could’ve stayed, but none of it was suitable - he was supposed to go with Harry, and you weren’t.

So, you waited. Keeping the radio on at any given time of day, just to be sure and for peace of mind; at this point, it was white noise, you weren’t really paying attention, just enough to be able to catch his name, if it should ever be said. You prayed to whoever wanted to listen, to keep him safe and bring him back to you.

Days bled into weeks and weeks into months; still, you heard nothing. It was a relief, yet it scared you, being in the unknown, but you did what you could. You helped Molly and the rest of the Weasley clan; you kept busy.

Eventually, you went with Bill and Fleur to Shell cottage; after much persuasion. They said it would be good with some fresh air, but you knew that everyone was worried about you. Being cooped up with a radio 24/7 was apparently “not good for your mental health”, according to Remus Lupin - the annoyingly brilliant werewolf who’d been keeping an eye on you for months.

As always, he was right. The air from the sea did soothe your brain; even if it was only a tiny amount, it still helped. It felt different from the air everywhere else, here it didn’t feel as stuffy and grey; the promise of war laid around, like a thick blanket, but here it was washed away by the sea, leaving behind a calm amidst the storm.

You’d lost count of how many months it had been, but if someone told you it had been ten years, you would’ve believed them because it certainly felt that way. Bill and Fleur were lovely company, but they were not him.

His soft touches kept you company on long nights, the nights that were the most painful. His voice soothed you, even the one you pretended to hear. You only slept properly when you could force yourself to dream of him, but even then, it never felt genuine.

Throughout the months, you’d grown more grey, bags laying heavy under your eyes and your appetite gone from long sleepless nights.

.

You trudged gloomily down the stairs toward the kitchen, ready for another day of nothing. You turned on the radio along with the kettle, listening as the grainy voice came through the speaker, announcing the names of the witches and wizards who’d been unfortunate enough to suffer the wrath of the Dark Lord.

The voice fell into the background, the steaming mug warming your hands as you stared out the window, looking at the waves as they lapped at each other. It was easy to pretend, just for a moment, that your heart didn’t ache every second of every day, but you tried - just for a second.

You shook your head, perking up, when the voice turned to multiple, no longer coming from the radio but outside the cottage. You felt around the table for your wand, calling out in a whisper-shout for Bill and Fleur as the voices drew closer.

Bill came down the stairs, his wand held in front of him defensively, nodding toward the door as a signal to keep quiet and keep yourself guarded for whatever laid just behind it. Just as Bill came to stand in front of you, the door opened. Bill’s figure shielded you from being able to see the intruders, purposely putting himself in danger to save you.

You watched his shoulders relax and his armed hand drop to his side, no longer in defence mode.

Bill greeted the people who’d entered, quickly walking over to hug the person he knew.

Your breath hitched, and your heart hammered in your chest as your eyes landed on a familiar head of fiery red hair, hugging his older brother. Your line of vision blurred, tears gathering in your eyes as they did that day, many months ago.

Ron was too busy being happy about his reunion with his brother; he hadn’t even noticed another person present in the room until he heard a small sob.

“Ron,” you breathed out with a sob, tears cascading down your cheeks.

He detached from Bill, not even giving it a thought. Bill just smiled and shook his head, introducing himself to Luna and leading her into the kitchen.

“Princess,” he smiled - a relieved smile - the most genuine smile he’d had in all of your months apart.

You couldn’t waste another second; your legs carried you to him on their own accord. Jumping into his open arms, wrapping your arms and legs around him, hugging him so tightly you were afraid you’d break him. He hugged you back just as tight, letting your tears wet his flannel shirt and your sobs be muffled by his neck. You took shaky breaths, inhaling his scent - the one you’d craved for months and could never replicate. But now you didn’t have to anymore, he was here, and you knew you’d never be able to let go again.

Your fingers dug into him, afraid that if you didn’t keep him close, he’d vanish, and you’d realise it was your mind playing cruel tricks on you.

“Shh, baby, I’m here… right here,” he kissed the side of your head, rubbing his large hand up and down your back, letting your sobs turn into soft sniffles against him.

“Missed you- missed you so much… I love you,” you blabbered.

Your arms were around his middle as soon as he set you down, not ready to let go of him just yet.

“Missed you too, baby, every day,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head, “I love you so so much.”

There you stood, wrapped up in each other’s embrace for what felt like hours. Whispering how much you loved one another, squeezing him and hoping he would be one with you forever.

“Is this my shirt?” he asked, breaking the small bubble of peace, an amused smirk on his face.

You giggled, hiding your face in his chest, “it might be.”

“You know… I’ve been looking for it for months,” he said, giving your hips a playful squeeze.

“- I was so sure I packed it because I know it’s your favourite… and here you were, this whole time, wearing it and leaving me in complete agony,” he joked dramatically.

Ronald Weasley - always a flair for the dramatic.

“Sorry… it just called out to me, and I had to grab it.”

He laughed, the sweet sound bleeding into your ears and filling your entire body with warmth - heaven, that’s what it was.

“Grabbed it from my clean laundry pile, that is, you little minx.”

You giggled again, keeping your face hidden. The smile on both of your faces so big you’d think you had already won the war.

You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest with a soft smile. You enjoyed admiring his features, noting the dark circles that matched yours; his smile was the same, though you could tell it wasn’t something he’d done much of these long months, but perhaps that would change now. His face was skinnier than before, you assumed yours was as well, but he didn’t feel bony, which was a good sign. His hair had grown longer, but not too long, probably thanks to Hermione - you’d have to thank her for that later.

“How did I survive so long without you?” he whispered before leaning down to connect your lips.

The kiss was greedy and passionate, your mouths moving in sync as the muscle memory kicked in. Ron held you and pressed you up against him, feeling his chest move with every breath against yours, and you were sure he could feel the hammering of your heart. Your hands balled up into fists around his flannel, holding it tight on his shoulders, creasing the fabric. His tongue slipped into your mouth, drinking up all the breathy noises you produced. His hands travelled all around you, feeling you and memorising everything, committing it all to memory, so he’d have it forever - the gift of being able to see and feel you everywhere.

The sound of someone clearing their throat forced you to pull apart, but not without a small whine, leaving Ron with a proud smirk on his face. Turning your head, you saw a very awkward looking Harry, with his arms crossed.

“Are you just about done?” he asked jokingly, but it was enough to let you know that you’d been standing in Ron’s embrace for maybe a bit too long.

You removed yourself from Ron’s arms, walking to Harry to hug him, “are you doing alright, Harry?”

He chuckled slightly and hugged you back, “oh, you know, as alright as you can be with a dark wizard who’s trying to kill ya’”.

.

You greeted the others in the kitchen, apologising for how long you’d spent with Ron, but they all shook their heads and smiled fondly.

“It’s alright, YN, don’t apologise for wanting to spend time with him… I don’t understand why, but to each their own,” Hermione said with a cheeky look causing you to laugh. You smiled gratefully at her, looking at Ron, who stood beside you, a gentle arm around your back, holding your waist.

“I would like to let you know, I’m delightful company, Moine,” Ron argued, with a frown.

“And here I thought we could finally have some peace from all his sad frowny faces,” Harry snickered.

Ron’s frown deepened but he pulled you closer to him, holding your waist a little tighter. You rested your head on his bicep, waiting for a little bickering argument to ensue - just like old times.

.

“How long will we stay here?” you asked, looking at Ron shut the door to the bedroom you had been using, now the bedroom you’d be sharing.

“We spoke with the goblin; he’ll help lead us into Gringotts tomorrow…- you can come on the mission with us if you want to, but if not, I’ll come back and get you before we continue moving,” Ron moved to stand with you, kissing you lightly on the forehead.

You nodded, humming your understanding but still needing time to make up your mind.

“Just think about it till tomorrow… for now, let’s just sleep because I have craved a good cuddle from my best girl.”

You smiled, giving him a small hug before getting ready for bed. Ron handed you a fresh t-shirt, which you gladly accepted, inhaling his scent that now engulfed you.

You gave him back the t-shirt you had stolen, happy to see him stuffing it in his bag to regain the Ron Weasley smell.

He stripped down to his boxers, climbing into the creaky bed, getting comfortable before lifting the covers for you.

“Come here, peach.”

That was all you needed for you to jump into bed as well, snuggling close to his chest as he pulled you to him.

You breathed out what felt like a sigh of relief and exhaustion, your whole body relaxing against him. You lifted your leg over his, slotting it between them, shutting your eyes.

“Missed you, so much”, you slurred slightly, your body’s exhaustion finally catching up to you.

“Missed you too, my pretty baby,” Ron whispered, hugging you to him, “but never again, never gonna have to miss me again because I’m never leaving your side.”

“Never?” you kissed his collarbone, burying your face in the crook of his neck, your hair splayed out around you.

“Never, baby… love you too much to leave you again.”

He gently kissed the top of your head, feeling your breathing even out, and a small whisper of ‘I love you’ tickled his neck.

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𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓈 || 𝑅𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝓍 𝓂𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Tags : soft bf ron :0 muggle yn :) FLUFF!!! :D A/N : okay so i wasn't going to post this but I like- needed something to post. I was gonna scrap it but I re-wrote the ending so I don't hate it anymore lol. Please enjoy!! fic recs are open now too!! just let me know if you want one, no smut please! WC : 1.7k

The tension was unbearable.

His eyes were so focused, his shoulders tense as they slowly rose and fell with the deepness of his breath. His gaze was so piercing it could kill if you weren’t careful. His mouth opened as he shifted his head to the left, eyes still focused as he bit down on the toast his sister had put up to his mouth. He went back to staring at you. After a few moments of deafening silence, the ginger finally spoke up.

“Knight to D4.” The boy declared as he gave you a smirk. You watched the piece move on its own slowly across the board to its position, taking down your pawn as it knocked it off the board. Ron collected it from the side of the table and placed it amongst the army of chess pieces he had in front of him on his side of the board.

Wizards chess. One of Ron’s passions, it was scary how serious he would take it. It was a bit of a tradition at this point. Every Friday, you both would sit in the great hall playing wizards chess for at least an hour. Before you started dating Weasley, you didn’t think you would be spending your days sitting at a table for sometimes hours at a time playing a game you at the time thought would make you look like a nerd. But then again, there you are. Sitting there with your boyfriend, plotting your next move.

“Hmm..” you hummed to yourself quietly, Ron looking into your eyes as you stared down the board. You let out a small gasp, your eyes peeled up but then went directly back to a focused expression.

“That wouldn’t work…” you mumbled.

“What wouldn’t work?” Ginny asked you, you looked up to her, pointing to the spot you were going to place your bishop.

“Your brother is a little too good Ginny, why did you let this happen-“ you said jokingly, Ginny playfully rolled her eyes as she took a bite into the toast she was holding.

You gently sigh as you move your next piece.

“Bishop to F5..” you said in defeat, Ron let out a small chuckle as your bishop pushed his pawn off the board. You took the pawn and placed it on your side of the board.

“King to E6.” Ron declared with pride as the King kicked the queen off the board, Ron reaching over to the table to grab the queen, gently kissing the top of your head as you sulk in defeat, pulling out a notebook and pen from your book bag.

“What is that now; 97?” Ron laughed as you opened the notebook, a page titled, “CHESS GAMES” covered with tally marks fell open. You scoff as you mark your boyfriend's side of the page.

“98. God you’re such a bully Ronald, I hurt, truly!” You say dramatically as you close the book, smiling as you put back the pieces onto the board. The boy came over to you, sitting next to you, putting food onto his plate. You gently kissed the side of the boy's face as you let out a king sigh. Laying your head on his shoulder, grabbing a piece of bacon off his plate, biting into it.

“Okay deal. Loser has to do the other's homework for a week.” You said to your boyfriend as he took a bite of his breakfast. You were stubborn. You needed to win. Ron thought about it for a second, slowly chewing the eggs he had fed himself. Gently shaking his head.

“Darling, y’ know I’ve already beat you four times today.” He said as he swallowed his food, giving you those eyes. The eyes he gets when he gets too cocky. You hated that look but dang did it make you want to wipe that look off his face even more.

“Yeah, what about it? This afternoon after class.” You demanded, but he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“Nope.” He told you, not looking away from his food. You couldn’t believe it! Ronald Weasley, declining a game of Wizards Chess?!

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” You grumbled, taking a sip of apple juice from the “victory chalice” you poured yourself during the last game.

“You never deny a game of chess Ronald.” You stated, genuinely confused at the fact he didn’t want to play.

“Well, I got something to give y’ before our next game .” Your ears perked up. A plan?! You say up straight, leaning into the table to look your boyfriend in the eyes.

“What kind of plan do you have in that head of yours Weasley?” You took another bite of bacon without breaking eye contact with him.

“M’ lips are sealed..” He said, biting into some sausage, you lay on the table groaning. You needed to know what that boy was doing! But eventually you gave into the surprise factor of it. Maybe it was a super major surprise he has been holding back forever and ever. It would ponder you all day.

A few hours pass by and it’s finally time to see whatever the boy was doing. You left class as quick as you could to run up to the common room. Ron, being Ron, was a little late, you sat there anxiously waiting for him as you heard familiar voices making their way to the door. Your head turned as you saw your boyfriend and his best friend walk through the doorway. You shot up out of your seat, running up to Ronald, grabbing his hand a little tightly.

“Okay are you ready because you’ve kept me waiting a little too long and I really want to kn-“ Ron covered your mouth with his free hand, letting out a small chuckle as he pulled it back down, looking down at you.

“..okay, rude.” You mumble as you look back up at him, the ginger rolling his eyes as he gives your hand a small squeeze.

“Whatever, now don’t be too excited, it’s nothin’ grand. It’s just a gift but, I figured it would be best if I gave it to y’ alone.” He told you with a smile, you gave him a loving look in return. You nodded gently as you went and grabbed your bag before being led up to his dorm. You both climbed up the stairs, soon reaching the door, Ron opening it for you.

You weren’t too used to being in his dorm yet, even after dating him for so long. It didn’t really bother you per say, just you sometimes felt like you were invading his personal space. He always told you he didn’t mind, but either way you still felt somewhat guilty. You made your way into his dorm, moving over to his bed and sitting down at the end of it.

Falling back onto the soft mattress, your boyfriend’s scent engulfing you as your body pressed against the sheets. You took a deep inhale, you could never get tired of it. Tone of freshly mown grass and freshly pressed parchment filled your lungs as you looked up to Ron.

“So what did you want to show me exactly?” You asked him, leaning your head back as you stretched your body across the bedding. Ron then went and couched to reach under his bed, pulling out a large box wrapped messily in light coffee colored parchment, a piece of string wrapped around it with a large and messy bow tied at the top. You sat up out of curiosity, leaning down and tilting your head to see what the boy had gotten out of the captivity known as a void under a boy's bed.

“So, I know y’ were mostly used to muggles chess, I really liked that we had somethin’ in common without really knowin’ it. Your admiration n’ my love of it. A small connection of sorts, n’ I wanted to make something we love a bit more.. muggle rooted? Is that what y’ would call it.?” You shrug a little, looking at the box he was holding. He stood back up, sitting down next to you and handing you the box. “You aren’t really one for wrapping gifts, are you Weasley.” You chuckle softly, giving him a joyful smile as you tore apart the wrapping paper. You opened the box slowly, only for it to fall open into your lap. Inside was a chess board, but not any chess board. A *muggle* chessboard. No bewitched pieces yelling at you which way they should be played, no handsfree movements with the pieces hitting each other off the board. Just a classic, black and while, wooden chess board. You looked up to him in awe, opening the box the board was being held in, pulling out the pieces, revealing that they were plastic. “How did you get this-?!” You were genuinely surprised that he was even able to get it from the muggle world. How did he have the time? You guys were still in school and Ron had little to no concept of muggle money and how it worked. “Well, dad got it as a gift, n’ he figured I would want it ‘cause it’s chess n’ all. But, I know y’ aren’t home as often ‘nymore so I figured.” He grabbed the board from your hands, turning it over to see Ron’s name carved next to yours inside of a heart. You hand traced over the small carvings on the wood. Your head bolted up, pulling Ron into a soft, but very much face-smash like kiss. You were overjoyed! I mean, it was just a chess board, but it was YOUR chess board. HE got it for you, it was the perfect description of, “it’s the thought that counts.” You pulled away from the kiss slowly, wrapping your arms around Ronald and giving him a big squeeze. “So i’m guessin’ y’ like it hu.” His arms slithered their way around you, the boy giving you head a soft kiss as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I love it.” could be made out of the muffles that came from his chest, you let out a little laugh, running his hand down your back. “I’m glad..”

relax | RW

summary: you and ron watch a movie

words count: 355

warnings: kissing

It had been a hell week for both of you, with school, ron quidditch practice and incoming tests.

You wanted just to relax in your boyfriend’s arm for one night for then go back to the daily routine, so you decided to invite ron over for a movie night, just the two of you.

You were walking on your way to your dorm as you felt two big arms rapping around your waist from behind, you turned around and saw ron with a small smile on his face

“hello sweetheart” he whispered in your hear

you turned around, locked your arms around his neck and gave him a sweet kiss on his lips

“hi” you muttered softly

ron was rubbing your back and giving you soft kisses on the side of your head

“how about we go to my dorm and cuddle?” the redhead asked still holding you close to him

“actually i was thinking about watching a movie, so that we can relax” you told him

“yeah?”

you nodded your head

“i’m okay as long as i’m holding you” ron said smiling at you and kissing your nose

you giggle and took his hand in yours and started walking towards your dorm.

You opened the door and walked in, ron sat on the bed as you changed into more comfortable clothes,

“what film do you want to watch?” you asked

“you can choose, love” ron told you.

Once you were done you sat on the bed with ron and opened netflix and choose a movie.

You had your head on ron chest as his arm held you closer to him

“ronny i love you, you know?” he looked at you and caressed your face softly as you said those 3 words for the first time

“i know, and i love you too so much”

you got up and kissed him on the lips, once your head touched his chest again you closed your eyes as he played with your hair

“go to sleep i’ll be here when you wake up” with that you closed your eyes and fall asleep with a smile on your face.

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓈 || 𝑅𝑜𝓃 𝒲𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓎 𝓍 𝓂𝓊𝑔𝑔𝓁𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Tags : soft bf ron :0 muggle yn :) FLUFF!!! :D A/N : okay so i wasn't going to post this but I like- needed something to post. I was gonna scrap it but I re-wrote the ending so I don't hate it anymore lol. Please enjoy!! fic recs are open now too!! just let me know if you want one, no smut please! WC : 1.7k

The tension was unbearable.

His eyes were so focused, his shoulders tense as they slowly rose and fell with the deepness of his breath. His gaze was so piercing it could kill if you weren’t careful. His mouth opened as he shifted his head to the left, eyes still focused as he bit down on the toast his sister had put up to his mouth. He went back to staring at you. After a few moments of deafening silence, the ginger finally spoke up.

“Knight to D4.” The boy declared as he gave you a smirk. You watched the piece move on its own slowly across the board to its position, taking down your pawn as it knocked it off the board. Ron collected it from the side of the table and placed it amongst the army of chess pieces he had in front of him on his side of the board.

Wizards chess. One of Ron’s passions, it was scary how serious he would take it. It was a bit of a tradition at this point. Every Friday, you both would sit in the great hall playing wizards chess for at least an hour. Before you started dating Weasley, you didn’t think you would be spending your days sitting at a table for sometimes hours at a time playing a game you at the time thought would make you look like a nerd. But then again, there you are. Sitting there with your boyfriend, plotting your next move.

“Hmm..” you hummed to yourself quietly, Ron looking into your eyes as you stared down the board. You let out a small gasp, your eyes peeled up but then went directly back to a focused expression.

“That wouldn’t work…” you mumbled.

“What wouldn’t work?” Ginny asked you, you looked up to her, pointing to the spot you were going to place your bishop.

“Your brother is a little too good Ginny, why did you let this happen-“ you said jokingly, Ginny playfully rolled her eyes as she took a bite into the toast she was holding.

You gently sigh as you move your next piece.

“Bishop to F5..” you said in defeat, Ron let out a small chuckle as your bishop pushed his pawn off the board. You took the pawn and placed it on your side of the board.

“King to E6.” Ron declared with pride as the King kicked the queen off the board, Ron reaching over to the table to grab the queen, gently kissing the top of your head as you sulk in defeat, pulling out a notebook and pen from your book bag.

“What is that now; 97?” Ron laughed as you opened the notebook, a page titled, “CHESS GAMES” covered with tally marks fell open. You scoff as you mark your boyfriend's side of the page.

“98. God you’re such a bully Ronald, I hurt, truly!” You say dramatically as you close the book, smiling as you put back the pieces onto the board. The boy came over to you, sitting next to you, putting food onto his plate. You gently kissed the side of the boy's face as you let out a king sigh. Laying your head on his shoulder, grabbing a piece of bacon off his plate, biting into it.

“Okay deal. Loser has to do the other's homework for a week.” You said to your boyfriend as he took a bite of his breakfast. You were stubborn. You needed to win. Ron thought about it for a second, slowly chewing the eggs he had fed himself. Gently shaking his head.

“Darling, y’ know I’ve already beat you four times today.” He said as he swallowed his food, giving you those eyes. The eyes he gets when he gets too cocky. You hated that look but dang did it make you want to wipe that look off his face even more.

“Yeah, what about it? This afternoon after class.” You demanded, but he wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“Nope.” He told you, not looking away from his food. You couldn’t believe it! Ronald Weasley, declining a game of Wizards Chess?!

“Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” You grumbled, taking a sip of apple juice from the “victory chalice” you poured yourself during the last game.

“You never deny a game of chess Ronald.” You stated, genuinely confused at the fact he didn’t want to play.

“Well, I got something to give y’ before our next game .” Your ears perked up. A plan?! You say up straight, leaning into the table to look your boyfriend in the eyes.

“What kind of plan do you have in that head of yours Weasley?” You took another bite of bacon without breaking eye contact with him.

“M’ lips are sealed..” He said, biting into some sausage, you lay on the table groaning. You needed to know what that boy was doing! But eventually you gave into the surprise factor of it. Maybe it was a super major surprise he has been holding back forever and ever. It would ponder you all day.

A few hours pass by and it’s finally time to see whatever the boy was doing. You left class as quick as you could to run up to the common room. Ron, being Ron, was a little late, you sat there anxiously waiting for him as you heard familiar voices making their way to the door. Your head turned as you saw your boyfriend and his best friend walk through the doorway. You shot up out of your seat, running up to Ronald, grabbing his hand a little tightly.

“Okay are you ready because you’ve kept me waiting a little too long and I really want to kn-“ Ron covered your mouth with his free hand, letting out a small chuckle as he pulled it back down, looking down at you.

“..okay, rude.” You mumble as you look back up at him, the ginger rolling his eyes as he gives your hand a small squeeze.

“Whatever, now don’t be too excited, it’s nothin’ grand. It’s just a gift but, I figured it would be best if I gave it to y’ alone.” He told you with a smile, you gave him a loving look in return. You nodded gently as you went and grabbed your bag before being led up to his dorm. You both climbed up the stairs, soon reaching the door, Ron opening it for you.

You weren’t too used to being in his dorm yet, even after dating him for so long. It didn’t really bother you per say, just you sometimes felt like you were invading his personal space. He always told you he didn’t mind, but either way you still felt somewhat guilty. You made your way into his dorm, moving over to his bed and sitting down at the end of it.

Falling back onto the soft mattress, your boyfriend’s scent engulfing you as your body pressed against the sheets. You took a deep inhale, you could never get tired of it. Tone of freshly mown grass and freshly pressed parchment filled your lungs as you looked up to Ron.

“So what did you want to show me exactly?” You asked him, leaning your head back as you stretched your body across the bedding. Ron then went and couched to reach under his bed, pulling out a large box wrapped messily in light coffee colored parchment, a piece of string wrapped around it with a large and messy bow tied at the top. You sat up out of curiosity, leaning down and tilting your head to see what the boy had gotten out of the captivity known as a void under a boy's bed.

“So, I know y’ were mostly used to muggles chess, I really liked that we had somethin’ in common without really knowin’ it. Your admiration n’ my love of it. A small connection of sorts, n’ I wanted to make something we love a bit more.. muggle rooted? Is that what y’ would call it.?” You shrug a little, looking at the box he was holding. He stood back up, sitting down next to you and handing you the box. “You aren’t really one for wrapping gifts, are you Weasley.” You chuckle softly, giving him a joyful smile as you tore apart the wrapping paper. You opened the box slowly, only for it to fall open into your lap. Inside was a chess board, but not any chess board. A *muggle* chessboard. No bewitched pieces yelling at you which way they should be played, no handsfree movements with the pieces hitting each other off the board. Just a classic, black and while, wooden chess board. You looked up to him in awe, opening the box the board was being held in, pulling out the pieces, revealing that they were plastic. “How did you get this-?!” You were genuinely surprised that he was even able to get it from the muggle world. How did he have the time? You guys were still in school and Ron had little to no concept of muggle money and how it worked. “Well, dad got it as a gift, n’ he figured I would want it ‘cause it’s chess n’ all. But, I know y’ aren’t home as often ‘nymore so I figured.” He grabbed the board from your hands, turning it over to see Ron’s name carved next to yours inside of a heart. You hand traced over the small carvings on the wood. Your head bolted up, pulling Ron into a soft, but very much face-smash like kiss. You were overjoyed! I mean, it was just a chess board, but it was YOUR chess board. HE got it for you, it was the perfect description of, “it’s the thought that counts.” You pulled away from the kiss slowly, wrapping your arms around Ronald and giving him a big squeeze. “So i’m guessin’ y’ like it hu.” His arms slithered their way around you, the boy giving you head a soft kiss as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I love it.” could be made out of the muffles that came from his chest, you let out a little laugh, running his hand down your back. “I’m glad..”

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Kiss Her, You Fool! R.W x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.1k

A/N: ITS HERE!!! IT IS TIME!!!! HERE IS MY FIC FOR THE EVENT PLZ ENJOY I PROCRASTINATED A LOT. This was originally supposed to be a WHOLE different work where it was a very slow burn best friends to livers but I lost motivation and like this better so plz enjoy!!!

Inspired by this song and these (1) posts (2) by @roonilwazlibimagines !!!!

“Are you alright?” George screamed up to you as you sat upon your broom, levitating about 20 feet in the sky.

“Yeah! I’m all good up here! Let me know when you guys are ready?” You screamed back to him and Fred. This was your first new year’s outside of the muggle world. As well as your first one with the Weasley’s. You always did it big on New year’s with your family, but this year was going to be the best one yet.

“Ready?!” Fred looked up to you as he placed the fireworks you had brought them, George readying his wand as Fred moved out of the way. You moved further back from your position in the sky, giving the twins a thumbs up as they nodded to you.

“Three.”

“Two..”

“One!” The boys screamed up in unison as Fred ran back, George lighting the fuse with a spark from his wand. The fuse of the firework began to hiss, lighting up the area around it. It made its way into the explosive, going out as it hit the end.

“.. Well that was uneventf-” Before George could finish his sentence the fireworks shot into the sky. Screaming as they hit the highest point, exploding and flashing a bright light upon you and the twin’s faces. You cheered loudly as the boys stared in awe at the colorful bomb that just went off in the sky. You must admit it the effect was the same with a spell from your wand, but it was just more fun doing it “the muggle way.”

Ron and Harry watched from inside of Ron’s room. Harry observed as the sparks flew down from the sky, but Ron’s focus was on something else. He watched as the explosion lit up your smiling face. He looked almost dazed, he couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you glided down to his brothers, viewing you three laugh and load up some more fireworks, this time Fred going up on his broom.

“Harry, I can’t do it.” Ron grumbled as he fell back onto his bed, rubbing his hands over his face with a soft groan. In response Harry looked over his shoulder from the window to Ron, letting out a small sigh.

“You have been complaining about this for months. You need to tell her eventually.”

“I know, I know.. Just, I don’t want to risk it is all. We have a good relationship n’ I don’t want to do anything to damage that.”

“Ron. You haven’t shut up about her since you broke up with Lavender for Merlin’s sake.” Harry sat there thinking about the situation, in all honesty he forgot how you reacted to Lavender getting with Ron. You weren’t the happiest about it in all honesty, she really annoyed you.

“Don’t remind me- That was one of the most uncomfortable moments of my life.”

“Have you thought about kissing her yet?” Harry asked his best friend, sitting down at the food of the bed, making eye contact with Ron.

“Of course I’ve thought about kissing her, Harry! I’m bloody obsessed with her for Merlin’s sake!” Ron sat up to look at the boy across from him. His face and the tips of his ears glowed a soft pink as Harry placed his hands on the ginger’s shoulders.

“Tonight. You have to do it.”

“What?”

“Kiss her you fool! Tonight, at midnight, it would be perfect. It’s a muggle tradition to kiss someone on New Years, it all lines up perfectly.”

“Merlin, these muggles are weird.” Ron said to Harry, trying to avoid the topic of kissing you.

“Ron, you’re in a family full of gryffindors. Lavender made the first move with you, now it’s your turn to make the first move with y/n.” Harry huffed as he squeezed Ron’s shoulders, giving him a gentle shake of frustration.

“All right, all right!! I’ll do it.” Ron replied to Harry out of slight annoyance. He was nervous, very, nervous.

As the boys had their conversation, Ginny had decided to come outside to watch the fireworks with you and her twin brothers. You guys were moving onto the sparklers as Ginny made it into the group.

“Oh, hi Ginny!” You said to the ginger girl as you handed her a sparkler, lighting the end of it with a lighter you brought from home.

“Hi, how long have you guys been out here? We have to get ready soon, we have ten minutes until midnight.” Ginny said to you as she observed the sparkler cautiously.

“‘Bout 2 hours, right Fred?”

“Just about, Ginny you’ve really outta try these things called bottle rockets, they’re wicked.” Fred told her excitedly as he lit about three sparklers in his hand. The bigger the better you suppose.

As your sparkler died down, Ginny handed hers to George, dragging you inside.

“Tonight, he’s planning on kissing you tonight. Hermione told me so.” Ginny said, she was a little giddy about it all. Hermione was your personal spy on Ron. She told you everything and anything you wanted to know about him. You practically fell over from choking on air. Tonight?! You couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t made a move in months, any attempts that were made, he always backed out from overthinking. Despite being a Gryffindor he was super awkward when it came to romance.

“Tonight? As in, within these next few hours tonight?”

“No, next week on Tuesday at 7 in the evening.” Ginny scoffed, grabbing your shoulders and giving you a gentle shake.

“Of course I mean tonight you dimwit!” Hermione chimes in, walking down the stairs as your face began to flush red. You let out a small huff, straightening your back as you looked at Ginny and Hermione.

“Okay. I think I’ll be ready for it. I just hope he doesn’t back out..”

Meanwhile back upstairs during this conversation between you and the girls, the boys are having a small pep talk of their own.

Ron starts to pump himself up in the mirror, fixing up his shirt, gently ruffling his hair before letting out a huff.

“You can do this.. You can do this, Ron.” He mumbles to himself as he starts to bounce in place gently, both to ready himself for the so-called “challenge” ahead, and as an attempt to shake off the nerves.

“You look ridiculous.” Harry laughed as he pulled his jumper over his head, fixing his glasses as he walked up behind the anxious ginger, giving his shoulder a few pats.

“Oh shut it, Harry.” The tall boy grumbled, grabbing his jumper from the chair beside him, pulling it over his shoulders as he stared at himself in the mirror once more.

“It’s just one kiss.” Ron shook his head and left the room, attempting to shake off any nerves and jitters that remained as he and his best friend made their way down the many stairs within the burrow.

Ginny looked over her shoulder to face her brother as Mrs. Weasley was beginning to rush everyone out of the house. You look over to the clock on the wall; 11:53 p.m. . 7 minutes left. You know you had to do this.

You three met with the boys at the end of the stairs, keeping pace with Molly as you four walked to the porch of the burrow. But, you decide to run out a bit to the middle of the field. The twins had mentioned using some fireworks later that night, Weasley style. Obviously you couldn’t miss it, and you wouldn’t want everyone’s cheers to cover the noise of the colorful explosions in the sky. You stood there for a while, Ron staring at you from the distance, fidgeting with the end of his jumper; Harry giving him a playful glare.

“Well go on Ron, you’re not going to let her stand out there by herself now are you?”

Ron jumps a little at the voice of his best friend, snapping back to reality after being so lost with his infatuation for you. Ron gives the brunette a small nod as he takes a deep breath, stepping off the porch and into the field ahead of him.

**11:56.** You heard a few footsteps approach you from behind, your head turning over your shoulder instinctively. Ron’s eyes were to the ground as he cautiously made his way next to you.

“Excited for the fireworks?” You ask him, giving him a small smile as you cross your arms in an attempt to warm yourself from the evening winter cold. Ron’s head perked up from his position, his ears a soft pink as he looked over to you, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked up to the sky.

“Yea.. They may be annoying as ever but they never fail to amaze me with what they can do with just a little time.” The ginger explained to you, noticing you shuddered slightly at the incoming breeze, he removed the jumper from his back, gently wrapping it around your shoulders. The warmth almost instantly engulfed your being, you let out a deep sigh of relaxation, looking up to his tall frame.

“Thanks..”

“Anytime..” the twins placed their final boxes of fireworks on the ground in front of you. Bickering at each other as they kept moving the boxes inch by inch until they were perfect. 11:58.

“Hey y/n. Can I ask you something?” The boy asked you, staring up at the moon that lit up his face almost perfectly, displaying the constellation of freckles that covered his face and shoulders. You could almost count them all if you wanted to.

“What is it, Ronald?” You stared up at him with a slight head tilt, Ron’s eyes shifting to you as he turned to face you. You instinctively do the same, now face to face with the boy, sticking your hands in the pockets of his jumper.

“Are you comfortable with me?”

“Comfortable with you…?”

“Yeah.”

“I mean, yeah I would say so.”

11:59.

“You mean it?”You began to shuffle your feet, Ron grabbing hold of your hand, gently pulling it out of the pocket of your jumper. Pulling you closer to him.

“Because I want to make sure you’re being honest with me.” He gave your hand a small squeeze, staring into your eyes, he was nervous. Really, nervous. But you didn’t say anything, you wouldn’t want to point it out.

“I am, I am!” you giggle as you look into the boys eyes, slowly losing yourself to the view.

“Are we about to kiss right now?” You ask him jokingly, completely forgetting what Ginny had told you only minutes prior. You give him a small giggle as he wrapped his free hand around your waist, leaning down to touch his nose with yours. His heart was beating fast.. uncontrollably fast, it skipped and picked up pace at free will as he looked into your eyes.

“I would guess so..” he mumbled shyly.

12 am.

Almost as if it was planned, as Ron pressed his lips against yours, the twins set off the fireworks, but none of those explosions could compare to the fireworks that went off in your head as you kissed the boy in front of you. You accept the kiss without hesitation, your free hand finding its way up to the back of Ron’s head, gently pushing it against yours gently. It was almost fake, everything was just, utterly perfect. Ron let go of your hand as he pulled you closer to his chest, slowly pulling away from the kiss.

The ginger’s breath was sped up, it all hit him at once. You were in his arms, dumbstruck, dazed even. His face, was, red. Hell, if you color matched it with his hair you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

“Ron..? Did we just.”

“I think we did…”

“Woah.”

“Well, was I any good?”

“I-I think so? I mean, my brain went all.. exploady? Is that even a word..?”

“Me too, I think it is? Well uhm.. does this mean what I think it means?” You knew exactly what it meant. But you wanted to hear it from him.

“What do you think it means, Ronald?”

“Well, I think it means you’re m’, y’know?”

“I don’t know Ron.”

“Yea you do!” He whined, grumbling before he buried his head into your neck.

“Does it mean you’re m’ girlfriend?” It was silent for a moment, only the sound of fireworks being able to fill the void as you stood there with him in your arms.

“Yeah… It means I’m your girlfriend Ron.” You smiled softly as the boy gave you a squeeze, you could feel him almost shaking from the anxiety and just overall the relief he felt. As you pulled the boy in your arms in for another kiss, you knew that the next years of your life with your Weasley would be the best years imaginable. You wouldn’t change it for the world.