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Practice for You | Ron Weasley

Ron knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. You had been off for the past few weeks, and it was really starting to worry him. He had asked you about it a few times, but after you stormed off with tears in your eyes last week, he decided not to push you any further. Instead, he’d just stay by your side and listen when you were ready to confide in him.

“Hey, you.” Ron whispered softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You snapped your head up, his presence pulling you out of your own head. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your heart fluttering when he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hey.” You replied with a small voice, your cheeks heating up when you felt his hand began to move in small, comforting circles.

“Do you wanna hang out tonight? Hermione is helping Harry study for something, and he probably won’t be back until late. We can watch movies, if you want.” Ron smiled down at you, his smile fading slowly as he noticed your facial expression.

Your stomach twisted at his words and you gulped, trying to figure out what to say. You backed away from your boyfriend nervously, his hand falling from your back. Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to open his mouth to speak, but you already started. “I think—”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Draco called from down the hallway. You turned around to look at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach. Ron reached out and grabbed your elbow, pulling you closer to him. You let him pull you back, and you let him hold you against his side. “How’s the practice going, Y/L/N?”

Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at you in confusion. “Practice? Practice for what?”

Draco gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes. Your heart was starting to pound in your chest, and you just wanted to scream. You wished you would of locked that damn door. “You don’t know? Wow, Weasley. Some boyfriend you are.”

Ron’s blood boiled and he poked at his cheek with his tongue, not even noticing his grip on your waist was tightening. He may not have noticed, but you definitely did.

“Have you not noticed how much time she’s been spending with Longbottom, or did you just not care? Cause’ if I was her boyfriend, I most definitely would of done something about it,” Draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I guess we’re different, aren’t we, Weasley?”

Ron scoffed at his words. “Yeah, we are different. I don’t get jealous as easy as you, because I know my place to Y/N and I know where our relationship stands. She’s allowed to have friends, you know? Besides, you and I both know who Neville is and he’s the sweetest guy on this damn planet, so I really don’t know who you’re trying to fool, here.”

Your eyes began to fill up with tears, and your hand traveled to the one gripping at your hip. You used all your might to pry his fingers apart, and once he got the hint, he allowed you to slide your fingers in between his— squeezing them tightly when your hands were held together. He didn’t know what you wanted to say or what was going through your mind, but he knew you wanted to say something.

“Hey, I never said he wasn’t a good guy,” Draco shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just saying. If my girlfriend would be sneaking around to dance with another dude three bloody times a week, I’d be pretty upset— but maybe that’s just me.”

You felt Ron’s hand slip from yours, and he pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. Seeing your teary eyes and blotched cheeks, he just assumed you were guilty of doing just what Draco said. Ron stood there silently, his chest aching and his fists clenched as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it. See you around!” Draco smirked, walking past them to leave the two alone in the hallway.

“Ron—” You tried, your voice breaking and becoming weak within seconds. Your heart broke when Ron laughed sarcastically, shaking his head while looking at you up and down.

“Don’t try to come by tonight,” He snarled, making the tears finally fall from your eyes. You went to reach out your hand to pull at his robes, but he pushed your hand away harshly. “Stop. Just go, will you? Why don’t you go find your little boyfriend and dance with him some more.”

His words pierced your heart, and you stepped closer to him but he just pushed right past you, pushing his shoulder into yours as he passed you. You let out a small sob, turning around to watch him as he walked down the hall. “Ron!”

You had tried to talk to him since this morning, but he refused to talk to you. You sat in your seat in potions class, staring at him with a heavy heart and swollen eyes. He turned to look at you, catching your eyes. Your breath hitched, and you went to smile, but he just glared at you before turning away. You felt your heart crush again.

When class ended, you hurried to grab your things to catch up with Ron. You might of made it, too, if Neville didn’t stand in your way with that heartwarming smile plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N,” He cheered, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “We still on for tonight? I think this might be the last practice, considering how well you’re doing.”

You looked past his shoulder, catching eyes with Ron. He looked like he just got stabbed in the heart a million times. You expected him to run away, but he kept his eyes glued on the two of you. You gulped and looked back at Neville, who was waiting patiently for your response. “Y-yeah, sure. Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great! I’ll see you at seven, then?” He asked, making you nod. He smiled at you once more before turning around and walking towards the door. “Oh, hey, Ron!” He waved on his way out. Ron just stared at him, watching as he skipped out of the classroom.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt your breathing quicken when Ron started storming towards you. His eyes were dark and sad, and his face was tight. “You’re mental, you know that? Absolutely mental!”

You sighed in frustration. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about; you don’t understand!”

Ron smirked, the expression so cold it made you shiver. “I understand everything very clearly. Now it’s your turn to understand— we’re over.”

His words made your stop in your tracks. Your eyes widened, and your heart fell to your stomach. Your grip on your books tightened, your lip trapped between your teeth to stop your tears from falling. Ron grinned at your reaction, making things a million times harder for you.

You stood there in silence, watching as he shook his head at you in disapproval, his pretty eyes watery and angry. Your mouth was agape, and all you wanted was to chase after him and tell him the truth— but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You just watched him as he left you alone in the classroom, wiping a few tears off of his cheeks before walking in the hallway.

You had eventually brought yourself back to reality a few hours later, and you were just angry at this point. You wished he would of just listened to you; you wished he would of just trusted you and stayed instead of running away.

You entered the Common Rooms with your bag slung over your shoulder. Your eyes fell on Neville in an instant. You smiled at him softly, waving at him. “Hey! You ready?”

Neville looked at you with worried eyes, gulping at your enthusiasm. He blinked in confusion, wanting to ask if you were alright after hearing what had happened between you and Ron nearly six hours earlier. He decided against speaking about it, nodding silently instead.

You were glad he hadn’t asked about it. That’s all anyone was talking about— You and Ron. Ron and you. You. Ron. Oh, how you missed that red-headed fucker.

You set your bag on the floor and began to take your jacket off while Neville set up the music. You tried to ignore the ache in your chest when the song began, but it was impossible. The song Ron had told you about when you first started dating; he had told you it had reminded him of you. The song has been meaningful for the both of you since.

You cleared your throat, pushing your hair behind your ear as you walked up to Neville. “Remember, play with the ends of my hair every so often; Ron likes that.” Neville reminded you, regretting it almost immediately after saying it.

You gulped, eyes burning with tears as you followed his instructions. Your heart clenched when you felt Neville’s hands at the small of your back— Ron’s favorite place to put his hands on you.

The bridge of the song began, making your wall break. You pulled away from Neville quickly, grabbing at your hair as you let out a small sob. “Oh, Y/N..” Neville whispered. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this anymore, you know. I mean, there’s no point if—”

You cut him off. “I have to be good for him, Nev! The ball is in a month, and I’ve been practicing this for so long. You’ve helped me so much, Neville, and I’m so grateful for that. Truly. L-Look, you really don’t have to help me, anymore, if you don’t want to. It’s okay. I understand. It’d make me feel weird, too.”

Neville just frowned, his eyes saddening as he watched you wipe at your face furiously. You faked a large smile before sniffling, fixing your hair. “I, uh.. I should probably go; it’s been a long day.” You muttered weakly, smiling gratefully at Neville when he nodded in understanding.

You grabbed your jacket and your bag, throwing them on as quickly as you could before you had a breakdown in front of Neville. You exhaled heavily when you rounded the corner, throwing your bag onto the floor. “Fuck.” Muffled sobs sounded throughout the hallway, your face buried in your folded knees.

“Darling..” You gasped at the familiar voice, snapping your head up quickly, your hands rushing to wipe at your face. Ron’s heart ached as he met your swollen and red eyes, trying his hardest not to smile when he noticed your pupils began to dilate. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, reaching forward to grab your bag. Ron got there first, lifting it up and putting it over his shoulder.

You glared at him when he outstretched his hand towards you, a small tear falling down your cheek. “Baby..” Ron sighed at the sight, bending his knees to be at your height. Your breath hitched at the petname and how close he was to you, and your heart twisted in your chest. You squeezed your eyes tight, turning your head so you didn’t have to see him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

You scoffed, turning back to look at him. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure you are, Weasley.”

Ron ignored your sarcasm and let your bag drop to the floor, his now empty hands reaching for yours. Your heart rate sped at his touch, and you bit your lip to try to hold back your tears. “Why have you been dancing in the Common Room with Neville?” He asked, although his tone made it sound like he already knew the answer.

“Ron—” You started.

“Tell me. I want to hear it from you.” Ron interrupted, his voice wavering but still coming off as strong. His grip on your hand tightened, and you squeezed his fingers nervously. “It’s okay.” He whispered almost silently.

You sighed, gulping before speaking. “I-I asked Neville to teach me how to dance so I wouldn’t make a total fool out of myself at the dance. I even told him the things that you like and the things you do so it would be perfect when the time came; I would know what to do and where to put my hands and how to make myself not look so bloody mental.”

Ron smiled at your words, his chest burning with infatuation. He said nothing, just grabbed your jaw to pull you in for a kiss. Your breath hitched when his lips molded perfectly with yours, taking a second to comprehend what was happening before you kissed back. Ron pulled back after a minute or so, leaning his forehead against yours as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear softly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I should of asked you about it instead of just believing whatever he said. It broke my heart to end things and to walk away from you, but I was just so scared. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, but I’m sorry.”

You smiled at his words, your eyes tearing up once again. You snaked your hand around the back of his head to reach the ends of his pretty red hair, toying with them just like he liked. “You are a complete idiot, Weasley.” You whispered.

Ron chuckled, rubbing your jaw with his thumb. “Yeah? Well, then, I guess I’m your idiot, huh?”

Amortentia | R.W.

Ron Weasley x Ravenclaw reader

Summary: Y/n smells Ron’s scent during potion class and she will soon know he smelled hers

<<I hate potion class>> you sighed walking down the Hogwartas stairs which usually moved. Thanks to these stairs once you had lost yourself in the forbidden area of the library and had gotten punished by the prefect of Ravenclaw house.

<<Come on you can’t tell me you hate Slughorn’s classes. They’re so fun>> Cho looked at you <<Not for me girl,I remind you that I completely suck at them,even tho I’m in Ravenclaw>> <<No one’s perfect. Come on look at Ron-Cho pointed at the boy who was crossing the corridor with Harry-he’s a Gryffindor but he spends all day eating and he’s not even that brave>> she laughed <<And you’re as rude as the worst Slytherin>> you replied,hitting her shoulder <<It hurts!>> she rolled her eyes <<Shut up,you deserve it>>.

You and your friend entered the class and sat,but as soon as Cho had seen Harry sitting in the back seats she woke up and left you <<Don’t hate me,please>> she said <<Just go>> you said smirking. She giggled and went away.

You were now sitting alone when,suddenly,Ron came and asked for a seat;<<Sure>> you replied with a big smile,he smiled back and immediately sat. <<We don’t talk so often>> the ginger boy said with a low voice <<I know,we never have the chance>> <<Now we do>>. You blushed <<We almost do. If we talk during class Slughorn will surely punish us and,to be honest, I don’t want to get another detention>> you giggled <<I didn’t know Ravenclaw could get detentions>> Ron said jokingly <<We’re full of surprises>> <<Why have you received one?>> <<I got lost in the forbidden part of the library,I didn’t do it on purpose,of course,the stairs moved>> you told him <<I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose,you seem to be a good person>> he said opening his potion book <<Thank you...>> you whispered.

<<Today we’re going to make the Amortentia-said Slughorn entering the class and beginning to show the students all the ingredients and the processes-the student who’ll make the best potion will win a very special prize:a vial of Veritaserum>>. <<Guess who won’t win> you whispered <<Me>> said Ron <<And me too>> you continued <<But you’re not bad>> said Ron <<I am>> <<I don’t think so. But since you think you are,let me make you change idea,here’s a bet:the one who makes the worst Amortentia will pay the other a Butterbeer in Diagon Alley>> <<Great. I’m gonna pay>> you said <<Don’t talk too soon>> Ron laughed.

During the class you and Ron didn’t care about winning the Veritaserum,you just cared about having fun and joke together. You also found out that Ron was right when it came to who was the worst at potions between you two:his Amortentia exploded on his face meanwhile yours worked. It wasn’t the best of the class,but you were quite proud of yourself. What really made you worry was the smell of your potion:freshly mown grass and spearmint,which was a toothpaste flavor. Who could have such a strange scent? <<See you at the Three Broomsticks this evening Y/n. I have to offer you a Butterbeer>> Ron smiled with a soot-dirty nose;you laughed <<I’ll be there>>.

That evening

<<Would you like to tell me what you smelled with the Amortentia?>> asked Ron putting two Butterbeers on the table <<It was a strange smell. You didn’t smell anything right?>> <<Y/n my potion exploded>> Ron scratched his forehead in sign of embarrassment <<Yeah you’re right-you suddenly remembered you still had with you your Amortentia-try it now>> you said taking out the vial from the pocket of your hoodie <<Why are you keeping with you the Amortentia?>> asked the Weasley <<I don’t know. I’m proud of it,just smell that damn potion Ron. I’m curious!>> you giggled. Ron opened the object and smelled the potion <<It’s good>> he smiled <<Come on,what have you smelled?>> you asked with your hands on the table <<Roses,cinnamon and fresh fruit>>.

Suddenly you were Paralyzed. You were sure it was your scent:you had some roses in your bedroom and you loved both cinnamon rolls and fresh fruit. <<Is anything wrong?>> asked Ron worried,seeing your strange reaction <<No,don’t worry>> you replied,pretending everything was fine <<What about you?>> he demanded <<I smelled freshly mown grass and spearmint. It’s strange>> Ron blushed <<So you think my scent is strange>> <<What?>> you asked in confusion <<It’s me,it’s my scent:the mown grass is due to gnome hunting and spearmint is the toothpast I use more often. It’s my favorite one>> he said calmly,almost pleased to know the news,but you were dying of embarrassment:you smelled each other’s perfume. <<Sorry I have to go-you said standing up from the chair-thanks for the Butterbeer,I had fun>>. You run away and left Ron there,all alone.

One week later

<<Why have you been avoiding me Y/n?>> asked Ron once he had met you in the Hogwarts corridors <<I haven’t been avoiding you>> you lied,trying to escape the boy <<Don’t you dare to lie! We need to talk. Had I said anything wrong at the Three Broomsticks?>> <<No you hadn’t Ron,I’ve been just...busy...>> you looked down <<I know you haven’t-the boy took your hand and got closer-please tell me what’s wrong>> <<It’s a long story>> <<I have time,please. Tell me everything. We just began to know each other and when I say I’m interested in you I’m sincere>> Ron’s eyes were shining,he could burst in tears in any second <<Come on,let’s talk about it in the library,it’s a quiet place>>.

When you and Ron had arrived at the library you sat one in front of another <<Listen Ron:you know I smelled your scent,but what you’re not aware of,is that you smelled mine>> Ron’s eyes were wide open,you could clearly see he was surprised <<So it means we’re each other’s desire? Bloody hell I would have never expected this>> <<It seems you’re right...>> <<Then what’s the problem? You don’t want to try?>> he asked <<Try? Try what?>> you demanded <<Try to make a relationship work...>> <<I don’t know,It’s just Amortentia,we’re talking about a potion that makes you obsessed with certain scents..what if you’re wrong and we’ll fuck everything up?>> you crossed you arms and looked down,you were really concerned and scared at the same time. Ron looked at you and stood up <<Listen-he took your hand and brought you closer to him,resting his free hand on the soft skin of your face-I don’t care what you think of Amortentia,I’m sure about one,and only one thing:since the last year,when Seamus decided to blow you off at the Yule Ball to dance with that brunette girl from Beauxbatons school;when we ended up talking in the owl cage I’ve been thinking about how glad I would be to have you by my side,and not only as a friend. It’s time for you to know that I’m not lying when I say I feel butterflies every time you catch my eyes in the Hogwarts corridors,and I’m not lying when I say that I was sad because you seemed to not care about talking to me...>> you interrupted the boy <<Ronald how can you think about that? I was just embarrassed to talk with you because that night,even tho we had a great time,I felt ashamed...>> <<Ashamed of what?>> Ron asked still keeping you close to his body,you could hear his heartbeat <<Of the way I was blown off for another girl who was ten times prettier than me...I felt insecure,sad,I felt like I was nothing;and today I’m still sure you spent the night with me just because you commiseed with me for what happened...>> <<Well you’re wrong:I hadn’t commiseed with you,I commiseed with the idiot that Seamus is because that night he lost the prettiest and sweetest person on earth>> once you had heard those words your heart melted,you couldn’t believe Ron was telling you such a big thing. You felt so special. <<Thank you,Ron. You have really made me happy>> you said,the boy smiled at you <<So? Will we try to make a relationship work? I want you to feel happy one hundred more times>> <<Fine. Let’s try it>> you said,kissing the boy on his soft lips.

It wasn’t magic,it was love and you’d found out soon.

In our attic of happy memories| R.W.

Ron Weasley x reader

Flashbacks in italic

Masterlist

Summary:after having your first child you and Ron are moving to a bigger house. You’re packing some objects you have in your attic when you find old stuff from your days at Hogwarts.

<<Sweet dreams>> you kissed your one year old daughter and covered her little body with warm blankets,immediately switching off the lights and walking out from the pink bedroom.

<<Did it work?>> Ron asked,appearing in front of you with a mug of coffe in his hands. You sighed and nodded,wrapping your arms around the man’s waist and resting your chin on his chest. His free hand moved in between your hair while you looked in his eyes with a little,sweet smile <<It did. I’m glad you bought her that book of fairies,she falls asleep as soon as I reach the end of the story>> <<Thank you,Merlin>> the ginger smiled and kissed the tip of your nose <<Do you still have to pack anything?>> he asked. You nodded again <<Yes,I do. I still have a few things to pack in the attic. What about you?>> <<I have to close a few boxes.When I’m done I’ll help you sweetheart,don’t worry>> <<Thank you,Ron. Now I’ll go>> you ended,leaving a kiss on his cheek and patting his tummy <<You need some gym>> you laughed and Ron rolled his eyes.

You walked upstairs and sit on the floor of the attic,looking around as you saw some old stuff like a wooden chess,some books and different colourful boxes <<Come on,I can do this in less than an hour then I’ll finally go to sleep>> you tried to cheer yourself and then started closing the objects in big boxes

You were holding a book when it hit a blue little box which fell on the floor,revealing what it was hiding inside:photos from your school years.

<<For Merlin’s beard,these are so old!>> you exclaimed laughing at the look you had in the first pic.

You remembered the exact moment it had been taken:you had just came back from your usual Quidditch practice,during the third year,and one of your housemates,Lya,that was her name,had the brilliant idea to show you how dirty your uniform was and how funny you looked with your face covered in sweat and mud.

You smiled and rolled your eyes,ready to move on the next photo when you heard someone walking in:it was Ron.

<<What are you looking at?>> he demanded,sitting next to you <<Look,do you remember when these pics were taken?>> you asked. Ron laughed at them and then nodded <<Most of them. Here,for example,I’m sure you were at the Yull Ball. You looked so pretty in that dress,I was so jealous of Oliver! He had the luck to invite the prettiest girl in the school meanwhile I was just sitting there,with an embarrassing dress and a bored Harry>> he joked <<Oliver invited me at the Yull Ball but you’re the one I decided to spend the rest of my life with>> you replied,showing him your wedding ring <<There’s always a winner,honey>> he replied,kissing the back of your hand and looking again at the photos.

<<Look at this one. Fifth year,I’m sure!>> he exclaimed <<You’re sure?>> you asked <<Yes. During that year you used to tie your hair in a ponytail every single day!>> you laughed remembering it <<You’re right. I looked so ugly>> <<You didn’t! You looked as pretty as always!>> Ron immediately answered <<If you say so...wat about this one?>> you asked,holding a pic of you two.

The photo was showing Ron sitting on the grass,his back laying on the wood of a three while your head was resting in his lap. You were busy reading meanwhile Ron was busy staring at you with lovely,bright eyes.

<<Luna took this pic of us>> you said <<She did? Yes,she called it “The pic of love” or something like that,I cringed a little bit,I’ll be honest,but she was so happy for us. At the time our relationship had just started>> <<So this is from seventh year>> <<It is. We had so much fun at Hogwarts,didn’t we?>> you demanded,your head was now on Ron’s shoulder <<We had. I’m so grateful for those years. Imagine if one of us didn’t attend those classes...we wouldn’t had met...I can’t imagine a life without you>> Ron said,kissing your forehead,you smiled <<I love how you tell me these things like it’s the first time we met>> you replied <<Every time I look at you it’s like the first time we met. I love you so much Y/n. You’re everything I always wanted>> <<Even when I had to give you advices on how to flirt with Hermione?>> you taunted your husband <<You did?>> his face turned red <<You don’t remember it?>> Ron shaked his head <<Why should I remember it now that my heart belongs to you?>>. You laughed and lifted up an eyebrow <<Smart answer,Weasley...smart answer>>.

<<Look at this other photo>> Ron said showing you a pic that had been taken at the Burrow. You,Harry and Hermione were sitting on the couch,surrounded by the Weasley family. <<Second year. We were just kids>> you smiled <<Bill was so much taller than you>> he pointed at the image of the boy who was standing next to you,making you laugh <<At the time I had such a big crush on your brother>> you admitted <<Wait you what?>> the ginger demanded visibly surprised <<I’ve never told you that? Really?>> you asked <<Really! What story is this?>>. You shrugged your shoulders <<I was twelve honey,and Bill was so charming. Fleur’s really lucky>> you laughed <<What a good news knowing that my wife has a crush on my brother>> Ron joked <<I had! Now I’m all yours>> you smiled kissing the ginger on his lips.

Suddenly Rom stood up <<That’s my chess!-he exclaimed- I thought you had threw it away>> <<Oh dear I would never! I know how much you loved playing chess. I still have our uniforms as werl. Right there>> you admitted,opening a cupboardand and revealing the clothing <<I can’t believe it>> Ron smiled,grabbing his robe.

He wore it and coughed as it was covered in dust. You laughed,looking at how short it was. <<I remember it covered your knees too Ron,I suppose the kid has grown up a lot>> <<What about yours?>> he asked,giving the uniform to you. <<Let’s find out>> you smiled,wearing it.

You looked at your robe,realising it still suited you well. <<Well...someone’s here hasn’t grown up at all>> your husband laughe and you rolled your eyes <<Women grown mentally and physically faster than men...we’re even smarter>> you joked <<You’re going to regret what you had just said!>> Ron exclaimed.

The boy run towards you and begun to tickle your tummy. You burst into laughter and fell on the ground. <<Stop,stop!>> you almost yelled. In that moment time seemed to stop and go back the years the photos reminded you of.

...<<Excuse me,can you tell me where the potion class is?>> you asked,almost whispering.The kid with ginger hair who was walking the corridor right in front of you stopped and turned,facing you. <<What did you say?>> he asked with a candy in his mouth and a book stained in chocolate held in his right hand. You looked at him and gulped,feeling nervous as you were a really shy little girl. <<I...uhm...I said...I mean I asked...where the potion class...i...is...>> you babbled. The boy nodded,chewing the long candy <<I don’t know but I have to attend potion class too so we can look for it together. What’s your name?>> he asked,you gulped <<It’s...Y/n>> you whispered <<What?>> he demanded again <<Y/n...-you immediately lowered your tone,realising that you had just yelled-...I mean...Y/n...I’m...I’m...sorry...>> you looked down embarrassed,but Ron shrugged is shoulders and took out a small lollipop from the pocket of his robe <<Nice to mee you,Y/n! I’m Ron,Ron Weasley!>>...

<<What are you thinking about honey?>> Ron asked seeing you had stopped laughing,bringing you back from your thoughts. You shaked your head,a smile was shining on your lips <<Do you remember the very first time we met?>> you asked. Ron laughed <<Yes,I do-he said,standing up and taking off his robe to put it in one of the boxes-we were kids attending the first year. You literally yelled your name on my face because you were so shy that talking to anyone made you extremely embarrassed.You were so cute>>. You laughed and put your robe in the same box as him <<And the very first time we kissed?>> <<Fifth year. Astronomy tower,the Quidditch match had just ended. Are you testing me or something?>> Ron laughed again. You immediately shaked your head <<No,of course not. I’m just...I mean...I love you so much Ron and I love all we made together...all these memories they...they make me happy. That’s it.>> your lips curved in a smile as Ron walked towards you,wrapping his arms around your waist. The tip of his nose stroking yours <<Me too Y/n. You’re my world,the prettiest thing that has ever happened in my life. Everything we have built together makes me the proudest man alive. You and our little girl are everything I need to be happy so let’s keep building beautiful things>> he kissed your forehead <<Sure Ron...but you know-you looked around-to build more beautiful things we need to pack all this staff>>. Ron laughed <<Fine. But the chess deserves the best packaging,we’re going to play it together in the new house>>. You nodded and kissed him once again <<Fine. I’ll beat you!>> you exclaimed <<Let’s see it>> he replied.

Just thinking about walking up at the burrow in boyfriend!ron’s arms, his holding you tightly by your waist as he snores softly into your ear.

The smell of sausage and bacon and every breakfast item you can think of filling your nose along with the cinnamon aroma the house already had. It pulls you from Ron’s arms and down the stairs, thankfully he’s a heavy sleeper.

You tugged down the large sweater you wore of Ron’s, it was embroidered with a yellow ‘R’ in the center, and it was one of the coziest things you’ve ever worn. Seeing as your boyfriend was massive, it covered your entire body and reached down to your mid thigh.

You tip-toe down the squeaky steps and into the kitchen where Molly is cooking up breakfast. There were already pancakes, biscuits, bread, toast, bacon, sausage, pastries, eggs, and so much more on the big table.

She stirred up a silky white liquid in a bowl, “oh, good morning darling!” She turned to you as you took the last step down the stairs. “Good morning, Mrs. Weasley!” You gave her a kind smile.

“Sleep well?” She asked, as she continued to stir the mixture. “Well, sleeping next to Ron can be a bit rough.” You joked, which earned you a laugh.

“Need any help?” You asked, moving next to her by the counter to see some discarded Berries in a bowl and a floured counter top.

“If you could just continue to stir this while I get these buns out that would be delightful.” She said as she set the bowl down in front of you. You nodded, taking the whisk and began stirred the icing to the buns in the oven.

Molly took out the buns and set them on the stove to cool, the cinnamon and sugar filled your nose and brought a smile to your face.

“Let me go grab some oranges from the garden, dear.” She said before waltzing out the door. A few moments later, big hands wrap around your waist and pull you into their front.

A kiss was pressed to your neck before they sat their head on your shoulder. “You left me..” Ron grumbled into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You giggled, “your mother’s cooking just smelt too good.”

He sighed, “don’t blame ‘ya. Best cook on earth, I tell ‘ya.” He smiled against your shoulder. Your clothed back was pressed against his bare chest and his ginger hair was messy and tickled your neck.

He dipped a finger into the icing and stuck it into his mouth, “Ronald!” You scolded, pushing him off with your shoulders. He laughed and he backed off of you.

He leaned himself up against the counter next to you and his gaze bore into the side of your face. You turned to him and saw his eyes practically burning holes into your face, anxiety filling your stomach.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You questioned as you rubbed your cheek to try to find anything.

“No, you’re just the most beautiful girl in the world. Do you know that?” He said with a growing grin.

You rolled your eyes and your lips broke into a shy smile, “Oh shut up.” Your eyes moved back to the glossy icing-filled bowl.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, a hand slapped your ass, making you jump, “you’ve got an amazing arse too, love.” He grinned.

“Ronald!”

Ron Weasley- My Good Luck Charm

Ron Weasley

Sixth year at Hogwarts

The atmosphere at Hogwarts during Quidditch matches is electric, pulsating with euphoria and excitement. Students go all out, painting their faces in the vibrant colors of their respective houses, crafting banners, waving flags, and even plotting celebration parties in anticipation of a victorious outcome. Today marked a significant event as Gryffindor was making its debut in the season, facing off against their arch-rivals, Slytherin.

Ron Weasley, recently appointed as the guardian, found himself engulfed in nerves, his thoughts muddled and unclear. Although deserving of his spot on the team, he couldn't shake the feeling that Harry had made a grave mistake in choosing him. Gryffindor peers passed by, offering encouraging words and reminding him that today was not the day for mistakes. Ron managed a smile and a nod, yet deep down, he contemplated fleeing the Great Hall and seeking refuge in the castle's most secluded corners.

Seated at his table, Ron tried to deflect the expectant gazes of his friends, focusing solely on the breakfast plate crafted specifically for him. Hermione, sensing the tension, exchanged a knowing glance with Harry. After a brief silence, she cleared her throat, attempting to dispel the awkwardness that lingered between them.

– Today is the big day... How do you feel?– The weight of those words hung in the air as the boy took a deep breath, locking eyes with his best friends before uttering his thoughts.

– I'm going to quit. After today's game, McLaggen can take my place.–

– No, of course you won't.– Harry interjected swiftly, a frown etching his face as he sought support from Hermione with a pleading gaze. – You've been waiting for this opportunity for a whole year!–

– Well, I don't want it anymore. I know how this will all end, and I'd rather spare myself the embarrassment and the disappointed looks that everyone else will give me when that happens.–

– Good morning!– The recognizable voice sliced through the tension, causing Ron to tense up. He avoided any reaction as the girl sat next to him.– I heard that snow will fall today; it will be an interesting game.– (Y/N) smiled, grabbing a piece of toast. For the first time, she looked at her friends and her boyfriend, sensing that none of them were in good spirits. –What's wrong?–

– Ron wants to quit the team after today's game– Hermione replied, rolling her eyes and setting aside the newspaper she had been reading with interest until that moment.

– Why would you do something like that?– The girl who had just arrived observed the redhead with a grimace of confusion on her face.

– Because I'm not interested in hearing the complaints and insults of others when I lose the game.– The young man murmured, casting a sidelong glance at his girlfriend, anticipating her reaction.

– That's the stupidest excuse I've ever heard in my life.– Harry whispered, taking a sip of his orange juice. Ron raised his face to glare at him.

– I don't think I asked for your opinion, Harry. Not all of us can be as talented as you, so save the comments.– Ron stood up from the table, his facial features and muscles tense, ready to leave.

– Ron – (Y/N) stood up instantly, intending to stop him. Before she could do anything, though, Ron had already left. She sighed, shook her head, and picked up the small package he had left on the table.– I'll go talk to him... See you in a while.– Hermione nodded, giving her a small smile, and the young woman left with hurried steps, trying to catch up with the Weasley who had just departed.

Luckily, she managed to find him a few steps ahead and called out to him, but he didn't stop. (Y/N) tried once more and ran until she was behind Ron, grabbing his arm and forcing him to stop.

– Please don't make me chase you like you're a little child.–

– I'm not in the mood to talk right now, (Y/N). – The redhead muttered, turning around to face his girlfriend.– I don't want us to end up arguing because of me.–

–Then let's not do it.– (Y/N)'s grip on Ron's arm loosened, and he took her hand as they walked toward a quiet corner of the hallway, avoiding the attention of people passing by. – Listen, you can't let the nerves dominate your mind. It's normal to be anxious, but this is supposed to be fun, Ron. After all, that's why it's still a game.–

– It's easy for you to say.– He snorted, rolling his eyes. – The only thing I've heard since yesterday is how much they expect of me in this game, while the disgusting snakes have made my life miserable by reminding me of all the possible ways in which I will fail once the match starts.–

– And you are giving them the pleasure of having their words affect you. You are capable of winning this game and more, but with this mentality, you won't achieve anything. I wish I had the ability to make you feel better, but the reality is that if you don't trust yourself, there is nothing I can do about it.– Ron hesitated, listening to the girl's words, and stopped avoiding her gaze. – Give yourself the opportunity to enjoy this day and stop thinking so much about what other people think of you. –

– And what if I care what you think of me?– He whispered, relaxing his shoulders a little and intertwining her hand with his.

– My affection for you will never change because of the results of some silly games, Ron. You could be making a fool of yourself, and I'll be there cheering you on as if you were the star of the show.– Ron laughed lightly at that, and (Y/N) smiled, noticing the positive impact her words had on him.

– I don't know how you do it, but you always manage to calm me down.– His hands slide towards his girlfriend's waist, lifting her a little to bridge the height difference between them. (Y/N)'s smile widens, and she rests her arms on the shoulders of the redhead. – Thank you for putting up with my childishness.–

– You're welcome.– She laughed softly and left a small kiss on his lips before revealing a small cardboard box in his hands. – This is for you.–

Ron observed curiously as (Y/N) offered him the box, nodding to give her permission to open it for him. (Y/N) opened the small box and took out the leather bracelet inside, showing it to her favorite Weasley. 

– It's a lucky charm. I don't know if it really works or brings you some peace of mind, but I wanted you to have something that will remind you that there will always be someone who believes in you no matter what.–

–(Y/N)...– A smile even bigger than the previous one appeared on his face, and he placed the young woman back on the ground to take the bracelet in his hands. – You didn't have to do this... Thank you.– He watched her for a moment, and she nodded with a smile to help him place the bracelet under the wool shirt she was wearing. – Come here.–

He pulled his girlfriend closer around her waist and lowered her face to his level, their lips now touching. (Y/N) laughed softly and tangled her hands in Ron's hair, letting the redhead kiss her as he has done many times before. Even though they had been together for a year, the butterflies in their stomachs had not faded. (Y/N)'s lips were soft and tasted like cherry from the lip balm she always wore. Kissing her was like being in the best of dreams that you didn't want to wake up from. For the girl, there was nothing better than being in Ron's arms—warm, comforting, and intense all at once. They both separated for air, and Ron rested his forehead against hers, gently touching their noses. (Y/N) slided her thumb over the redhead's blushing cheek and left another small kiss on his lips before breaking the comfortable silence between them.

–I think it's time for you to go with the others... The game is going to start soon, and we don't want you to be late.–

–I wouldn't mind doing it if it means I can kiss you again.– He laughed softly, earning a light blow to his chest.

– It's not going to happen. Also, you have to apologize to Harry for what happened a while ago.–

–Do I have to? – Ron rolled his eyes with a complaint.

–It's the right thing to do, Weasley. Don't think about it too much.–

–Okay...– He sighed, separating from her, prolonging the moment where their bodies part completely. –I hope to see you in the stands shouting for me.–

–Don't doubt it.– (Y/N) smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. –I love you, Ron.–

–And I love you too... I'll see you shortly.– The boy smiled, winked, and forced himself to turn his back, leaving with a newfound wave of confidence and tranquility in his body that a few hours ago he could never have imagined he would have, thanks to her.