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In our attic of happy memories| R.W.

Ron Weasley x reader

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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.

Harry Potter characters with a really clumsy s/o

Harry

It never really bothered him with how clumsy you are. He finds it quite funny but always tries to mask his laughter when you trip over your own feet or walk into things. As he is pretty much always in danger, he is scared that something bad will happen to you! Overall he enjoys your lack of self awareness but to a certain extent, he does worry.

Ron

He finds it hilarious. You are both clumsy as hell! Even to the point where Hermione and Harry have to look after both of you. Your relationship is never boring as one of you is always doing something stupid. He finds it so funny when you trip on the stone floors or get hit by the stairs moving, but he doesn't seem amused when you laugh when it happens to him.

Hermione

She tried to find some spells to try and help you! Even when she puts them on you, they do absolutely nothing. Are you just THAT clumsy? She worries a lot about whether or not you hurt yourself but does use protection charms on you whenever she can to insure your safety. And even when you trip over a rock, she does try to contain her laughter.

Draco

He loves watching you when your being clumsy. He does find it embarrassing when you walk into things when a big crowd is around him, but he cares enough about you to not insult you all the time. When you spill your drinks everywhere he laughs, but when you spill it on him, prepare yourself. Even if he does care for you.

Luna

Well that makes two of you. When you are both in your own little head space, neither her or you have any idea what's going on. You are definitely the more accident prone one and she is the one that just drifts off the most. It's like a match made in heaven. When you accidentally do something stupid, she really doesn't care. It's just another thing that makes her day better!

RONALD MOTHER FUCKIN' WEASLEY pairing: Ron X Gryffindor!reader warnings: Swearing/cuddling. that's prolly all! genre: fluff sum it up: when y/n sacrifices her mental health for studying, her best friend Ron Weasley steps in and stops her from working herself into a mania.

"y/n how the hell are you still studying? You're worse than Hermione if that's even possible." Ron said, walking into the Gryffindor common room, where y/n had been when he had left (almost four hours ago,) and where she was still sitting. She didn't even bother answering him, she just. had. to finish. this. damn. essay. she wrote furiously, barely caring to check her facts about the many uses of hippogriff feathers in potions.

"Are you even listening to me? y/n, answer me." before she could bother to ignore him a second time, she suddenly felt his hand on her chin, forcing her gaze up to look at him. Her face, pale from locking herself up in Gryffindor Tower to study for the O.W.L.S, suddenly burnt red. It wasn't that Ron made her uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually, but usually they just verbally bantered (other than the random thumb war) and something about physical contact was slightly embarrassing to her.

"Oh y/n, for fucks sake, please tell me you've been sleeping," he said, he'd just noticed the defined dark circles under her eyes. He sent a shiver down her spine as the thumb of his hand that wasn't holding her chin absent-mindedly ran over her eye bags.

"I've gotta say, you're making Hermione look almost normal right now; and for Godrick's sake, please start talking, you're usually so talkative, you're kind of scaring me"

finally, her eyes which had been glued to his face, dropped. "Ron you don't understand how much homework I have to finish." She glanced down at the massive pile of papers, quills, and house elf hats that Hermione had dropped off before going to bed.

"no, no, no, no, you can't keep up at this. it's past midnight you know? you need to get to bed" his hand dropped from her face, and before she could stop him, rolled up her parchment.

"don't worry Ron, I'll just crash on the couch real quick. You just go get some rest, I know quidditch practice is tiring." She realized quickly that she shouldn't have said that because his face quickly turned from determination to concern.

"Why the couch? Are the girls in your dorm this year treating you wrong?" her mind flashed to the snide remarks that she always got from her roommates, about stupid stuff like being the fourth wheel to the Golden trio, and how they had found out that she had a crush on Ron and now whenever they needed leverage over her, to get her to do something, they'd threaten to tell him about it. They'd even gone as far as to ban her from entering into the dorm after midnight, as to not wake them up.

"Nope, they just- they're just light sleepers and I don't want them to be mad at me. plus I haven't even slept in there in days because of all this" she gestured to the mounds of papers, "I bet they're used to not having me there by now."

'Those fucking fickle whores' he thought, 'after all, how could they even try to be mean to her? she's so perfect? they must be jealous.'

"well I'm sorry, but I'm not letting you sleep on the couch," he started, before realizing that she had rested her head on the table and was silently sleeping already. he finally made his decision.

I swear if Harry teases me about this... He slipped one arm under her's, and around her waist, the other balancing her lower half. she leaned into his chest in her sleep. he grinned a little down at her, before heading over to the dorm he shared with Harry and Neville.

"goodnight dearie" he whispered, tucking her into one side of the bed with care before laying down on the other side, her essay in his hand, finishing it in the light of his wand.

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"Ron! Ron, wake up and explain yourself!" Harry's voice roused Ron from his sleep. His heavy eyes opened slowly, and then he realized he was holding onto something. oh, that's what Harry's bitching about then. Somehow y/n and he had ended up in an embrace, which wasn't all that shocking to Ron, because he was a restless sleeper who usually hugged his pillows in his sleep.

"mornin' Harry, man I slept good." Before he could keep up his casual chit chat, Harry pointed his finger in an accusing manner between the two of them.

"mind explaining, Ron? Or did you forget out solemn swear to never sleep with a girl in here?" even though he tried to sound angry, there was no hiding the wide grin on his face, clearly he thought that this was something it wasn't.

"First of all, we didn't do anything, you sick person. Second of all..." he continued in a whisper, "isn't this great?!?"

a few minutes of talking to Harry later, Y/n woke up with a start.

"wait hold on, where- oh hi, harry- wait, Ron? " after a brief explanation of how she had blacked out, and Harry leaving to send an owl, she suddenly snapped back into study mode.

"oh shit my essay for snape is due today."

"calm down, it's done." the smile that appeared on her face was possibly the biggest grin she'd ever worn.

"oh Ron, thanks, for everything." she hoisted herself out of the four-poster, and then suddenly turned around to face Ron, who was sitting up, reading the daily prophet, looking for anything interesting.

"don't tell anyone about this please" Before Ron could respond, and before she lost her confidence, she leaned back onto the bed and kissed him, causing him to drop his newspaper.

what?!? do I actually have game? wondered Ron as he quicky sat up further to return the Kiss. her hand cradled the back of his head for a moment, before breaking the connection. this time, the tables had turned and Ron was the one red in the face.

"well Ron, thanks. Oh, and for the essay and not letting me rot in the common room to!" Ron sat, watching her head towards the door, Essay in hand, before pulling his jaw off of the floor to say,

"hey, don't ever be afraid to crash over here again... or to kiss me again if you ever feel like it again"

"oh trust me, I'll be feeling like it again, soon. you'll just have to be prepared at all times Weasley!"

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omg i loved writing this! lmk what you think, and as always, i love you and thank you for reading!𐂂 𓅓𓆙

Sick of the Silence

Theodore Nott x reader

Summary: Theodore ends you friendship over a rumor spred by Rita Skita

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of starving, insecurities, Rita Skita

Words: 6.1k

꧁꧂

You sneakily made your way towards the tent that the competitors were sharing. The air was very damp today, and the weather was starting to get colder. But you couldn't understand how you were still freezing even though you had your old winter boots on, along with Theo's scarf tightly wrapped around your neck

When you stood infront the tent, you carefully lifted the tent entrance to the side and feeling lucky when you saw that Harry was the only one left.

Quickly, you took a leap, and Harry felt his soul leave is chest when he felt someone close his arms around him.

"Merlin! Y/n have you lost your mind." You didn't listen to him.

"First place Harry! And with a Horntail!" You gushed making Harry look down on the ground bashfully.

"Thanks, but you should've seen Cedric." He replied quietly, slowly continuing to peel off his destroyed items.

You sighed as you watched him, taking great sadness in the fact that he didn't even take an ounce of credit.

"Harry, you beat that dragon. With your own strength and mind. Be proud of yourself. Becuase I am certainly." You quietly said, before taking ahold of him again and bringing him into one more hug.

And you smiled to yourself when you felt him slowly start to hug you back.

What broke you out of the hug was a very bright flash, and the sound of a sharp giggle running through the tent. You and Harry quickly separated from your hug, and you felt an unfamiliar uneasiness set into your stomach as you watched Rita Skita and her magic quill.

She sighed dramatically.

"What a scandal." That was all that she said before she left the tent. This could never end well.

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Theodore had never felt the feeling that was currently streaming in his veins. His fingers were grasped tightly around the peace of news, feeling an urge to tear the picture of you and Harry hugging in to shreddes.

Theodore felt betrayed. Wether it was by you or his feelings, he didn't know. But he were aware that you were not the one to blame, it wasn't your fault that you fell for Harry. But oh how he wished that he could blame you and not himself. To not blame himself for being such a coward.

He cleared his throat and forcefully folded the paper before throwing it on the table, getting a last glimpse of the title before he dragged his feet to his first class. Not having the strength in his heart to wait for you, to afraid that tears would be spilled.

Mrs Y/l/n taking her chance with the Harry Potter after he was betrayed by miss Granger for going to his rival.

You watched as Theo hurriedly walked out from the Great Hall, not even looking your way as he exited. You furrowed your eyebrows as you could catch a glimpse of his clenched jaw and white knuckles. If you didn't know any better, he looked hurt. And it deeply concerned you since that wasn't a feeling you wanted the young boy to feel.

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Luna and Cho looked at you with worry in their eyes. You'd been acting strange ever since breakfast. You were not concentrating on your lessons, your hands drawing strange doodles or figures on your paper instead of writing down your notes.

They had also seen the way Theodore stormed out the dining hall this morning, but they didn't think that his pissy mood would affect yours as much as it did.

You had tried all day to get a hold of Theodore, but you almost thought that he'd disappeared from the castle grounds by how quickly he was nowhere to be seen. But the suspicions were luckily blown away when you saw him walking down the moving stairs with his friends from the Slytherin house.

"Theo!" You called, trying to catch his attention, and feeling successful when he heard you. The beat of your heart increased when searched for you, but the look that he gave you was something unusual.

The absolute anguish that his face was painted in shocked you to the core. You'd never seen him look that way at you.

But it disappeared in only a second, and instead, he looked at you with stoic eyes.

You shifted uncomfortably as he stared at you, and you felt yourself having troubles meeting them.

"Ehm, I was wondering if you'd like to study later?" The slight unsure voice that you had made you internally cringe, and you hoped that he didn't notice it.

Theodore could both hear and see your strange behavior, and it was bothering him. You didn't look like you even wanted him in your presence.

Like you were tired of him when you finally got together with Harry Potter. But he wasn't a chore for you to keep company, so he decided to make that clear. Even if something in the back was screaming at him.

"No, I'm busy." You cringed slightly at the cold tone that he used. That wasn't what you were used to. He'd never used that voice with you.

"Oh alright. I'll see you tomorrow then." But he'd already started to walk away again, trying to catch up with the rest of the Slytherins. You frowned as a dark feeling settled in your heart. It wasn't the fact that he declined. It was the fact that he sneered it at you. You'd gotten so used to his soft and melodic voice that you'd forgotten how sharp it could be.

But you did your best to not let the little spot of blackness poison your thoughts. So instead you just kept moving for the Ravenclaw tower.

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It went by two entire days before you had the chance to speak to him again, and you offered to study once more. And to your relief, he said yes.

So you took your books in your hands that night and slipped through the shadows, down to the Slytherin's common room. You pretended to not see anyone as Blaize Zabini let you into the common room. You knew that they weren't fond of you, best friend and almost cousin to Harry Potter, friends with their pureblood Theodore Nott.

You silently thanked Blaize and he gave you a kind smile in return. Blaize was one of the few of Theo's housemates that didn't despise you. And you were grateful for that because never in your life would you want to get on his bad side.

When you opened the door to Theo's shared room, you were immediately hit by the smell of Peach tea, old books, and cologne. The smell of Theo made your ears warm and your nose take an extra deep breath, liking the comfort that it brought.

You quietly stepped inside and walked to the bed that Theo was sitting in. His back was resting on his headboard and a charms book was resting on his lap.

He didn't blink an eye when you stepped inside, but he probably didn't even hear you in the first place.

"Hello there." You smiled at him as you laid your books down on his bed. He looked up through his eyelashes and gave you a tight-lipped smile before he went back to the book, the "smile" already gone from his face.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you wished that your brain would shut up. It wasn't un-normal for Theo not to verbally answer you, but he would make it up with a warm smile or something similar.

Feeling embarrassed, you timidly sat yourself down on the foot of the soft bed, before picking up your charms book. Your finger ran up the old and flaked back of the book as you tried to concentrate.

Although you knew that you needed to study, the feeling was overpowered by the need to take find out what was through his pretty mind.

"So, how've your days been?" Theodore looked almost startled by your question as he snapped his eyes up to meet your y/e/c ones. But when he slowly lowered them again, you felt disappointed.

"It was alright. Was quiet." He answered absent-mindedly. But you smiled lightly to yourself, knowing it was probably a bit quieter when you weren't around. He told you once that he liked how you drowned out the silence from his ears.

"It was quite nice actually."Oh. It took a while for you to register his words. But you did, and for a while, you wondered if he knew what he said. It was a big concern of yours, that you talked too much that is. You thought that he at least found it bearable.

But you didn't want him to think that he hurt you, especially if he only thought about it as a mindless joke or comment, so you gave him a chuckle that felt like it would tear your throat open for blood.

Theodore heard you swallow hard, and it was obvious why. He hadn't thought about the words as they left his mouth. But for some reason, it felt like he should hurt you for what you did to him. Even I'd you were completely innocent to it.

He felt regret hit him exactly two seconds later like a punch in his gut.

He cleared his throat, and your eyes quickly shot up to him.

"I'm tired today, so you should probably leave so that I can get some sleep." He mumbled, looking you straight in the eye with those foreign, distant eyes.

You sighed in dismay, now knowing that something wasn't right.

"Theo, are you alright?" You placed your hand on his leg. Theo swallowed down the guilt he felt and gave you a pitiful nod. But the look in your eyes told him that you didn't quite believe him, and the thought of you caring so much about him made a little smile bloom on his face.

"I'm okay, I promise." He told you lowly, and you let out another sigh, nodding slightly before starting to gather your books.

You knew that he was lying, and you despised it when he lied. Because you always assumed that he would tell you if something was bothering him.

But apparently, he required time, and you were willing to give it to him. But not too much.

Because out of the personal experience, you know that suffering in silence would get you nowhere.

"Goodnight, Theo. Sleep well." You gave him a last smile but didn't stay long enough to see him give you one back.

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"I don't know what's going on with him, Hermione." You sighed, dragging your hands over your face. The entire ordeal was stressing you out, and you didn't know what to do about it. You would try to talk to him, that is if you could catch him since he has been avoiding you like a plague ever since that night.

Hermione sat besides you in the dining hall, a frown on her face as she thought about your situation. She watched as you concealed the lower half of your face in your sweater clad arms in despair.

"And you did try to speak to him?" She interrogated and you nodded, finding interest in one of her quills.

"Yes, but as I said I don't think that he even wants to talk about it with me." It was quiet between you for a while, and you took a small sip of your green tea.

"Maybe he just doesn't feel comfortable around me anymore. I might have said something to provoke him?" You questioned yourself and Hermione stared at you with sympathy in her eyes.

She reached forward and grabbed one of your hands in her own.

"Don't think like that, by what you have told me in the past, that doesn't sound like Theodore at all. So stop letting those harmful thoughts get to you." You looked down and your and Hermoine's tied hands, before meeting her eyes and nodding. It soothed your anxious thoughts a little, to know that you had someone that would help you through anything.

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The rest of the day went by slowly, as it had the other days prior. You didn't have anything to look forward to, since Theo didn't meet you after class anymore. And you were beginning to get impatient and restless, waiting for something that you weren't sure was going to happen.

You didn't have anyone to speak about music to, among every other topic that you would sit and discuss with Theo on your days. And during this time of loneliness, you realized truly how much you depended on him. He was what continued to keep your head over the water, never letting you sink under the pressure. He was what everyone would need to survive, he was like water.

And you were slowly dying without him.

You slowly rose from your bed, realizing that you couldn't lay here with your depressing thoughts. So you decided for a a stroll in the castle.

In the middle of the courtyard sat a small group of Beauxbaton girls, which were almost the only people you'd seen this entire afternoon, but oh to behold. On the other side, in the window of the wall, sat a boy with dark curly hair with his nose in a book.

And in that moment you had been patient enough.

He didn't notice when you stopped in front of him, to intertwine with the words on the pages. You didn't want to disturb him, but this time you had to put yourself first. So you loudly cleared your throat to catch his attention.

Theodore almost jumped when he heard it, and when he met your eyes he felt like his heart was jumping out of his throat. He was not prepared to see you standing in front of him.

You tilted your head as he quickly closed his book and put down his feet from the windowsill. It was an awkward silence, no one saying anything as Theodore nervously played with his fingers.

"Hi, Theo." You took the first step, wanting this game of cat and mouse to be over. He awkwardly lifted his fingers as a reply, and you frowned as he wouldn't look at you.

"Theo, I have given you time, and I don't want to pressure you but I don't think this is good for you?" You tried your best to gain eye contact, but it didn't work so you just ended up settling beside him.

"That what isn't good for me?" He sounded almost irritated and you were a bit taken back.

"That you're pulling yourself away from people, it's not healthy."

"I'm not pulling myself away from people." He nearly interrupted me, and I fretted at his words.

"So you're only pulling yourself away from me then? Why?" Theo swallowed hard at your question. He didn't dare to tell you, but he wished that he could be so selfish so that he could. But it wasn't right of him to destroy your first relationship.

"I just don't feel like talking, why can you not understand that." He told you sternly, and you saw his awkward posture and behavior melt into something harsh and hostile once again.

"I do understand, but this thing is affecting our friendship." It was quiet, and Theodore just stared out through the opposite window, not answering, or even giving a sign that he listened.

"Theodore I miss speaking to you. And I miss being with you." Theo tensed at the mention of his full name falling from your lips, and he saw you lean back as he suddenly stood up.

"Well, I can't handle you speaking to me right now. I'm tired of it, and I need space." He looked you right in the eye when he said it. And you felt your chest contract painfully as you saw no regret in his eyes.

You looked down on your lap, not knowing how to continue after your unsuccessful attempt to get him talking. And now only that but his words were beginning to hurt.

"I'm sorry Theo, I didn't want to push you." You said, your despair stuck in your throat like poison. He didn't answer, only looking down upon you with empty eyes. You tried to search for any feeling in his face, but nothing was shown, not even a small ounce of sadness.

Theodore slowly started to walk past you and you followed him with your eyes as he walked. You felt helpless and afraid. Like if you didn't do something right now, he would leave you forever.

A painful huff left Theodore's pink lips when he felt something squeezing him painfully hard around his slender waist. And he didn't have to look down to know that he would see your y/h/c hair, and he certainly didn't want to, since he would be at his knees, apologizing the second he did. So he just stood there and stared. Not move his arms to embrace you, but neither moves out of your hug.

You waited for him to embrace you like he always did. For his arms to envelope your head while he stroked your hair. But nothing came. His chest was tense against your cheek, but you didn't care. You were not going to let him go until he at least patted you on the back.

"Y/n, let go." He tried to instruct you, and he sighed when you only tighten your arms harder around him. He let his head fall to the side in frustration. It didn't matter that he liked to have your arms around him, because right now it was painful, and it was not because of your hand grip.

A spark of hope ignited in your chest as you felt him move his arms, and you felt yourself relax when his fingertips grace your sleeves.

A yelp left your throat as you felt his slender hands take a hard grip around your wrists. He easily pried your hands apart as you were in slight shock, and he swiftly threw your arms off him before storming down the corridor. Past a certain black-haired male with round glasses, with good ears to be added.

You watched him walk, to get away from you as if you were the pest. Labored breaths escaped your nose as your tears were kept at bay. Storming away from the corridor, you needed to find a place to be alone at.

꧁꧂

Later you found yourself on a stone staircase with your head leaned against Harry's shoulder and his arm wrapped around your shoulder. He tried to console your choked cries, but nothing seemed to help. He realized that this was the first time that you'd cried in front of him. Remus used to tell him how you were a sensitive child when young, but Harry would've never guessed. Especially by the lack of despair, you showed during the years that you'd known him.

A cold wind went through the open wall, and he watched as the sky cried with you.

Footsteps were heard in the distance, but your cries made you unable to hear them. Harry turned his head towards the opening as he heard someone stop in it, and was surprised to see Nott in all his glory, looking at you with guilty eyes.

Harry suspects that he didn't notice him at first because it seemed to take a second before realizing whose arms you were in. And when Theodore met his eyes, they turned into stone. But Harry wasn't blind.

He saw the heartbreak since it matched the eyes that Hermoine had for Ron after I said something idiotic.

꧁꧂

When Mattheo and Blaize entered their shared room, they were expecting to find Theodore with either you, sleeping, or his nose in a new book. Not his back faced against the door, head in his hands and elbow resting on his legs as pitiful sniffles echoed through the room.

Their conversation came to an end when they realized what was happening, and they gave each other a look before walking up to the bed.

"Nott, what's up with you?" Mattheo asked carelessly, earning a jab in the ribs.

"Don't be a twat." Blaize hissed.

Theodore quickly wiped his cheeks and eyes before sitting up in his bed, leaning his back on the head board with bent knees.

He didn't look at them.

"Nothing of your concern." His voice cracked.

He did end up telling about the things that'd happen, obviously not in detail, but enough of the story so that his two friends could understand, and later leave them alone.

Blaize couldn't decide on where to stand. Theodore was his friend, and he understood what situation he'd gotten himself into. But he also thought that Theodore had been a dick.

"Come on Nott, it's only a girl. There so much better things in the world than girls." Mattheo casually said from his bed while he changed his rooms for his evening clothes.

Blaize snorted from his place on Theo's bed, and Mattheos head emidiatly snapped towards him, sending him a deadly glare.

"Like you know how to fall in love Mattheo." Blaize adjusted his collar at the emotionless voice of Theodore, and he waited patiently for Mattheo to snap at him. But was mildly surprised when he only laughed at him.

"I'm serious, I don't know what to do. I don't even think I can do anything."

"But it's just a crush right? It will fade in time Theo." Blaize thought that he's words would bring a little bit of comfort to the distressed Slytherin. He wasn't right.

"I haven't met someone that cared for me like that since my mother died."

The room went airily quiet. And both of them turned towards Theodore, who was again carrying tears in his long lashes.

꧁Two months later꧂

Second tournament

He felt weak. And the screaming of different students around him was hurting his eardrums. He wished that he could crawl back to his bed, or maybe just to lay down on the damp wood under his feet.

Thedore looked sick. His face had gained a new gray colour to it, and usual circles under his eyes had increased tenfold. It had even gotten so bad that his clothes wasn't fitting as they should anymore.

He anxiously chewed on his nails. He hadn't caught a glimpse of you in two entire days. He was aware that you weren't talking anymore, that you haven't had an interaction since that day two months ago. But he felt guilty, but he's chance to apologize was ruined by his pettiness when he saw you in Harry Potters arms, and since then he thought that it was to late. Though it didn't stop him to keep you in check.

Ever since that day, he'd watched over you. Not following you or starring at you. Only making sure that you were still there. He remember those days that he hadn't caught a glimpse of you. He wouldn't be able to sleep, loud thoughts making it so quiet in the room as he wondered where you were.

The water started to ripple when he saw Cedric Diggory emerge with Cho Chang in his arms, your friend.

The Hogwart's students exploded in shouts and jubilation of glee as he was pulled up from the watter.

Theodore didn't give to shits about who won. The need to find you was growing by the second, making his mind go hazy.

The Durmstrangs shouted proudly as Viktor Krum came out of the water, Hermione Granger besides him, looking very confused and cold.

Another one of her friends.

Gasps, shouts and screams was heard when, instead of Harry, two girls apeared in the water.

Your head violently turned as you heard the shouts around you. And you realised quickly that you'd been rescued from the second task. But you didn't mask your confusion as you were met with a young blond girl instead of Harry, but you didn't have any time to waste so you quickly helped her towards the stand.

When you were finally dragged up people started to surround you with blankets, pats on the back, and even a few hugs from the closest.

You didn't even notice when Harry was shot up from the water since you were shaking in your shoes while feeling over stimulated by the people around you.

"Y/n!" You didn't get time to see the person that had desperately shouted your name, becuase before you even had time to think, arms had circled your neck and you were quite forcefully pulled into someone. And when your nose hit their chest you emidiatly realised who it was.

Theo was holding you in a death grip, squeezing you as you slowly circled you arms around him.

"Theo." You whispered, and with the call of his name he let you go, but he didn't leave you. He messily took of his green and grey scarf, and began to wrap it around your neck  and when he was done with that he darted to quickly wipe your still wet face with hid cold hands, felling desperate to feel your skin.

"Theo." He stopped, hands shaking and eyes wide. You didn't look at him with anger. You didn't look at him with a sad eye. You looked worried. His face was slimmer and he certainly didn't look all to well. He was breathing heavily, as if he just ha been pulled out of a nightmare.

He watched intently as you raised your hand to his cheek, and butterfly erupted in his stomach. He almost wanted to cry when you stopped yourself.

You hadn't forgotten how he treated you. You wanted to, but the actions had already been done and the words had been thrown. And he hadn't even apologized.

"Nott!" Mattheo roared as the crowd started to leave and Theadore requlantly stood up before leaving you and his scarf to go to his friends. You followed him with your eyes as he got into the boat, taking some time to just look on his face.

He is so beutiful. With hid straight nose, sharp jaw and big tired brown eyes. You wanted to blame the heat on your cheeks on the drastical temperature changes, you couldn't believe that you were still so in love with him after everything he's done.

You yelped as you were hoisted up on your legs by two pair of arms and smiled when you saw a drenched Hermione and a happy Ron on your sides.

"What was that about?" Hermione asked you, not hiding her excitement.

"Yeah, Nott just hugged you infront of the entire bloody school, what's gotten into that bloke." Ron said in disbelief as you began to walk towards the boats.

"Oh don't you get Ronald, it's love." Hermione smiled happily, and you laughed as Ronald shook his head until you realised what she said.

"What do you mean by 'love'?" You eyed her carefully, but she casually ignored you as she sat down on a boat, dragging you and Ron with her.

"She has a bet with Fred and George about who's going to confess first. Fred and George thinks that Nott is going to confess first by the last trial." Ron explained, before Hermione interrupted him.

"And I believe that Theodore is going to confess sometime around the second task, more exactly, today." You looked at Hermoine with a fish mouth. In your entire time of knowing Hermoine, you have never heard her make a bet. Especially not on a so stupid thing as your love life.

"What makes you belive that? He hasn't spoken to me in two months!" You exclaimed while holding up two figners.

Hermione looked at with an odd expression.

"I'm sorry are you blind? Have you seen him the last week. He's been looking at you like a homeless kitten. It's sad really." Hermione looked forwards again and you only shook your head at her.

"But why did no one bet on me to confess first?" You slapped your hand of your mouth as you realised what you said, and Hermoine let out a gasp.

"So you do like him!?" You hushed her quickly, looking around you to make sure that no one was listening to you conversation.

"Shut it, I don't need the entire school to know." You hissed when the boat came to a stop.

"Oh belive me, the entire school does already know." Ron concluded as he stepped out from the boat. Hermione glared at him as they walked, but he only smiled lightly.

Suddenly, they stopped and you casted your eyes forwards, only to see Mattheo Riddle and Lorenzo Bekshire standing infront of you. You looked in between them quiestongly.

"Uh, hello." Lorenzo said bashfully with a smile on his face. Ron and Hemoine looked doubtfully between the two boys as they stood infront of them, Lorenzo trying to make small talk while Mattheo looked like he'd rather be anywhere else than infront of them.

"Alright that's enough." Mathheo interrupted Lorenzos talk about the weather before grabbing you by your upper arm and dragging you away from your friends.

"Come on, we need to talk." You looked in panic back towards Ron and Hermoine, who booth looked as confused as you felt. You looked at Lorenzo as he caught up with you, and gave you a bright smile, which you returned with an unsure smile from yourself.

You wanted to ask where you were going, but you didn't have to when you saw the rest of the slytherins, along with Theo standing there and talking mindlessly.

You emidiatly tensed up and tried to struggle out of Mattheos hard grip.

"Nuh uh. You two are going to speak to each other today. I'm tired of getting woken up by Notts crying in the middle of the bloody night." He mumbled, and began to drag you towards them again.

Had Theo been crying?

"Nott!" Mattheo yelled, gaining the attention of the small group. Theodore felt his heart drop when he saw who was with them. As if it were an instict, he tried to find a way out of it, not really feeling the need to meet your dissepointment for real.

But a hand on his holder stopped his head from moving around.

"Theodore, this is your only chance to make it right. You have to tell her." Blaize whispered, and Theodore pursed lips knowing that he was right. So with heavy feet, he walked up to you.

Lorenzo gave you a nodd, before walking along with the rest of the group, who was giving you strange looks before Lorenzo had started to sho them away.

It was quiet, the only thing that was heard was the splashing of the waves against the shore, and the wind blowing in the trees.

"Theodore wha-."

"How are you and Harry?" You watched as his face contorted into a fake smile, stuffing his hands even further down his black coat.

"Me and Harry?" He looked at you with his eyebrows together, as if it was obvious that it was you and Harry.

"It's... good? I'm sorry I don't really understand." Theodore sighed as he kicked in the dirt, feeling anxious towards your calculating eyes.

"Nothing."

"Are you still cold?" He asked, finally finding the courage to meet your eye once again. He swallowed hard when he saw your sad frown as you shook your head, trying to apear to be glader than you really were.

"No, your scarf is warm." Now it was your turn to look away. His big brown eyes were starring at with the same softness that you hadn't seen for two months.

"I-.. I'm sorry. I never meant to be so... distant." He chocked out. He looked like he was in pain. And he probably felt like it to. You looked at him as he swallowed and harkeld as he waited for you to say something.

"Did i do something, Theodore?" You said in low voice. For the first time ever, you felt intimidated by his precens. The way his body slightly towers your own, how his eyes constantly loomed over you face.

"No. Of course not." He sighed after a beat of silence. He took a step closer to you, not feeling comfortable to be so far away from you. An you looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Theodore, if you're going to say something i want you to say it now, otherwise I'll leave." It was quiet for a moment and Theodore felt stuck.

He watched as you sighed deeply, looking down on the ground before swiftly walking by him.

Theodore reacted instantly. Before you were able to walk any further, he quickly took a strong hold on your wrist forcing you to stop. And you ended up standing shoulder against shoulder, with his against the lake and your eyes on the leaf covored ground, turned towards the forest.

"Y/n." He said. You didn't react.

"Y/n, look at me." He sternly ordered, and you could feel that he was staring at the side of your head. His hand slightly tightened in an almost possessive way around your wrist, and you couldn't lie that it brought a nervous feeling to your stomach.

His hand slowly started to raise from your wrist, his fingertips slowly tracing the length of your arm, and you wanted to belive that you could feel the warmth of his fingertips through the layers of your soaked clothes and blankets.

"I want to be selfish." He spoke lowly and melancholy. You were confused because it didn't even sound like he was speaking to you.

His continued up towards your face, and you took a deep breath with you felt his knuckles starting to steadily graze your cheek.

"I love you."

You snapped your head towards him feeling anger rise faster than a rocket in you chest. Angry tears hung in your lashes, and maybe in different scenario you would have been happier, but your butterflies had no chance do defeat the flames of your anger.

"You're a coward." His face fell the second he heard your words.

"I know my love." He sadly smiled at me as he soothed his palm over you cheek.

"You didn't speak to me for months, only because you liked me? You hurt me, Theo." You tried to confirm what you were hearing, but it was hard to keep your voice steady.

"I didn't speak to you for months because I'm in love with you." His forehead made contact with the side of your head.

"I didn't speak to you for months because if I did I would become selfish, and if I did I would destroy everything that you and Potter have together." He slowly lowered his head, so that he could peck you by the ear before he left, but was disappointed when you abruptly pulled away from him.

"What is this constant japing about me and Harry?! I have never in my life been in love with him, let alone dating him!" You shouted, your frustration running amock as you realized how utterly dumb Theodore Nott was.

"You ignored me for two months because you thought I was in love with Harry?" You quietened down when you saw the startled eyes that Theo gave you after you shouted.

He didn't answer, only continued to stare at you with big eyes.

"Theodore Nott, if you had just told me about your feelings nothing of this would have happened. I would be yours by now if you just to-" Something warm touched your top lip, which made your voice get lost in the autumn air. Your eyes were blown wide as you saw Theo being so close to you with your eyes closed, his big hands on your cheeks and his soft lips on yours.

He slowly cracked his eyes open, and he felt his cheeks become red when he saw your pupil-blown eyes starring at him

"Close your eyes." He mumbled shyly against your lips, and when you did as he said, he collected one more kiss. This on being directly in the middle of your lips.

Your arms hung limply at your sides as you tried your best to kiss him back.

When he pulled away his breath was much shakier than he intended it to be, and he felt embarrassed when a lonely tear escaped his eye.

You quickly stood up on your toes, and kissed him right under his closed eye, tasting the salt of his tear on your lips as you pulled away.

"Theo."

"I'm sorry. I should never have done that to you."

"Theo I think I'm in love with you."

꧁ end ꧂

I think it was a little half as but whatevs

Thanks to @eunoiathewriter for helping me with the idea!

Absolutely Whipped | Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1,987 words

Warnings: cursing

Requested: Can you do a Ron x Reader? Backstory doesn’t really matter but I feel like it be preferred if they were best friends before hand which I know is basic and generic but it’s cuuteee 🥺 @medioocremar

January 2nd, 1994. The Gryffindor Common Room. 8:54 am.

The sound of Ron angrily yelling out curse words at his fellow peers caught your attention, trying to make your way over to the red head, attempting to cover your reddening cheeks with your hand as you watched the furious red head snap his head to look at you at the sound of a gasp leaving your lips. Harry rests his arm on your shoulder, chuckling at the ginger who had just thrown a book at George. His twin brothers had slipped a drop of one of their test prank potions into his mouth while he was asleep, resulting in the bright pink hair covering his freckled face.

“Oh my...”

“I don’t think I am ever going to let him live this down,” Harry chuckled into your ear, following Weasley’s figure with his jade eyes letting out a content sigh as he saw him storm upstairs to the boys dormitories. He motioned at you to follow him, which you did gladly silently opening the door to their room letting out a yelp as you were met with Ron grabbing you rather hotly.

“Drop me right this instant, Billius-”

“Ron, let go of your little munchkin” The red head blushed as Harry exposed one of the many nicknames he called you, dropping your short frame onto the ground leaving your body crumpled on the floor leaving you to send daggers at him from your position on the floor. Harry rolled his eyes at his best friends actions, motioning towards the girl on the floor realization hitting the red head like a ton of bricks as he scrambled to pick you up giving you a sheepish grin. You smacked him on his shoulder, ignoring his wines as you focused your attention on the glaring color resting on his head. The 6′3 wizard plopped on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry... thought you were George.”

“Yeah, yeah Weasley,”

“Do you have any idea about what I am suppose to do about this?”

“I think if I beg your brothers long enough, they’ll give me the reverse potion. If you don’t want to come out of your dorm, then you don’t have to. Harry and I could bring you food throughout the day,” You offered the tall ginger a smile, which he returned opening his arms for you to walk into. Your smile widened as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder swaying them back and forth relaxing into his warm embrace.

“Awww... group hug!” The black haired wizard teased, tackling the lot of us forcing us to fall forward onto Ron’s bed knocking the wind out of you, reaching behind you smacking the bespectacled boy shoving him off of you, “Ow. Why must you be so aggressive?”

“I’ll show you aggressive-”

“Wait no! I take it back!”

The only sounds that came from the room were the sounds of you uttering profanities at Harry, and the screams of terror leaving his lips as you threw anything and everything you could get your hands on. Just before you got the chance to throw a chair at the dark haired boy, the tall ginger wrapped his arms around your waist throwing you over his shoulder like you were a satchel. You whined trying to get him to let you down, which only resulted in the snickering from the duo as he held you firmly against him. A thought came to mind, sneaking your hand down and landing a harsh slap against his bottom smirking to yourself as you felt the Gryffindor practically throw you off of him thankfully Harry caught you instinctively, a pout on his plump lips his hand rubbing on the tender skin. You felt Harrys chest rumbling as laughter raked through his body, twirling around in his arms sending daggers at the wizard.

“I wouldn’t be giggling if I were you, Potter. You’re next-”

“No! You keep your hands to yourself-”

January 7th, 1994. The Library. 3:03 pm.

You let out a frustrated groan, tugging harshly at your hair as you tried to re-read the words written in front of you. That makes no sense. I swear to you there was no porcupine quills in the Draught of Peace, you thought to yourself angrily trying to control your breathing. A fellow blonde caught sight of the frustrated tears in your eyes, pushing away any doubt choosing to help you out. He checked to make sure no one was around to see the girl close to a breakdown, including peering in between a few books, but he knew it would be highly unlikely since many people were still in their last class of the day. The Hufflepuff took a seat across from you, almost not catching your attention if it weren’t for the styled hair no other kid in the school seemed to pull off, other than the infamous Cedric Diggory.

“Oh, hey Cedric! I didn’t know you had a free period today,”

“I wasn’t supposed to, but I injured myself yesterday so they gave me today off to get me to recover faster, but knowing Madam Pomfrey she just wanted me to relax.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Well, if you’re getting a day off why are you choosing to spend it in the library? Not saying it’s a bad thing,” You questioned, scratching out another wrong list of potion ingredients cursing underneath your breath running your fingers through your messy curls. Your tired eyes looked up to lock eyes with the boy who was motioning down at your note filled parchment paper, “Oh this? I’ve been struggling in Snape’s class lately. It’s only been these past 3 or 4 classes, but it’s still infuriating,”

“I can help you, if you’d like?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“I swear, it’s not a big deal. Think of it as a favor for keeping me company on this lonely day.” You felt yourself nodding at his words, grinning at the small smile that made its way onto his pale cheeks. The next hour and a half you guys spent going over all the small mistakes you had made on your quizzes. The pair of you ended up spending up a good portion of it making silly jokes, and goofing off. In the end he happily assured you that it was nothing major. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, leaning into your palm as he scribbled down a few tips and notes on the marked up assignment flashing you a smile. 

“You are a saint, thank you Cedric. How can I repay you? Name your price, I’ll do it.” 

“Oh it’s nothing, honestly-”

“Did I just hear... a hug? A hug, are you sure? Of course, Cedric. Anything for you,” You teased, hurriedly making your way around the table to wrap your arms around the Hufflepuff who just laughed at your antics, slithering his arms around your waist letting out a breath he had no idea he was holding in. You hastily pulled away from the warm hug, noticing a head of red hair making its way over to you giving him a wide smile.

“Hey, Ron! How was-”

“Diggory,” The red head stated his voice laced with jealousy, his nostrils slightly flared as he towered over the Hufflepuff who was currently seated setting his satchel on the library table his jaw clenched. Cedric’s smile was wiped off his face a teasing look in his eyes, choosing to brush past him making his way out of the library but not before flashing you a warm smile. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, shoving his shoulder playfully as he took the seat Cedric had previously been sitting in.

“I swear you turned green for a split second there-”

“That is not true,”

“Oh really, so that wasn’t Mr, I’m Jealous of the Handsome Triwizard Champion?.” You leaned down to meet his bright blue eyes, quirking an eyebrow at the stammering red head, “That’s what I thought,”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything”

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? I-I know we usually go with ‘Mione and Harry, but I thought it could just be the two of us. What do you say?” The red head blushed profusely his words spewing out, scratching at the back of his head as he avoided eye contact with you. You felt a blush creep up your neck, tucking a stray strand of hair behind you ear.

“Is this a date, Weasley?”

“Only if you want it to be,”

“I’d love to go with you to Hogsmeade.” You whispered, feeling your breath hitch at the heat radiating off of his hand as it cupped your cheek. Leaning further into his touch nearly choking on your breath as he closed the little space between the two of you, his breath fanning over your face. You could almost swear that if your heart was 1 beat faster it would send you into cardiac arrest.

“Then it’s a date,”

January 8th, 1994. The Courtyard. 9:15 am.

You had decided to dress up a bit for your so called date, feeling rather cute in your outfit as you looked around for the tall red head your eyes scanning every face you came in contact with. A tap on your shoulders caused you to spin on your heel coming face to face with a flustered Ron, nearly awing at the way he cleaned up for you. He had a nice dress shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, a worn jacket thrown over the outfit a beanie covering his red hair. You playfully fanned yourself at the sight of him, giggling at the blush that washed over his entire face. Holy heavens above, who let this absolute angel come into my life you thought to yourself, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. That little action didn’t go unnoticed by Ron, who felt his chest tighten at the sight of your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth.

“You look really nice, Ron,”

“I look like rubbish compared to you, You look absolutely breathtaking,” He blushed, taking a tentative step forward taking your hand into his much larger one. Everything seemed to slow down at you felt like getting lost in his eyes, giving the red head a cheeky grin as he pulled you into his embrace his toned arms holding you tightly. You let your hands trail up his torso, resting on his chest pressing your body into his tall frame. You could tell this boy was going to cause some serious neck problems in the near future, considering he grew at the rate and height of a magic beanstalk.

“Are you ready to go- oh, w-what are you doing?”

“Just a little something,” You breathed out using this opportunity to grab a hold of his jacket, tugging the Gryffindor close to you feeling his breath hitch as you wrapped your arms around his neck crashing your lips against his. The second your lips touched it felt like everything else had disappeared, and it was only you and Ron in a state of bliss. The red head tightened his grip around your waist hoisting you up enough so he could properly kiss you. He deepened the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh as you tugged at the ends of his hair.

“Oi lovebirds! Stop eating each other, let’s go,” The Weasley twins shouted unanimously at the pair, leaving the two of them flustered pulling away from each other hastily, you tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, your cheeks a bright shade of pink.

“We better go before they end up dyeing my hair next,” Ron let out a throaty laugh, which in turn made you giggle too eyeing the ginger who calmed down enough to offer your hand entwining your fingers together making your way over to your group of friends who were cat calling and whistling at the both of you. 

You thought that after years of chasing after the boy you had been crushing on since you bumped into him, after the Sorting Ceremony, finally being yours would feel special. This felt absolutely magical. The sight of the red head goofing around with his friends, that smile you loved so much spread across his face made your heart melt fiddling with the necklace strewn across your neck. Ron happened to look up from his current conversation with Harry flashing you a loving smile that twinkle in his eyes. Damn you Ronald Weasley, you have me utterly and positively whipped. 

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Imagine Showing Up On The Door Step Of The Dursley’s To Pickup Harry

Y/N: *mutters* Ah here we are, 4 Privet Drive I think.

Knocks on door and Vernon opens.

Vernon: Who are you?-

Y/N: No time for questions my dear man where is Harry?

Y/N pushes past Vernon and into the living room.

Vernon: Harry? Are you one of his wizard magic friends, your kind aren't welcome here-

Y/N: Oh shut it you blithering fool.

Marge: What are you smirking at boy?

Harry: Nothing.

Y/N: *grins* Hmm, maybe I’ll let this one play out.

Marge: Where are you Vernon?

Vernon: Here! *whispers quickly* If you do anything unseemly I will be calling the police.

Y/N: Don’t worry, we’ll be off in a jiffy! 

Vernon: *to Marge* St Brutus’s, it’s a fine institution for hopeless cases.

Marge: Do they use a cane at St Brutus boy?

Harry: Oh yes

Marge: Good. *to Vernon* You mustn't blame yourself for how this one turned out Vernon. It’s all to do with bad blood. Wasn’t his dad a drunk?

Harry: That's a lie!

Marge’s Wine glass bursts

Y/N: *spits out* No more than you Marjorie Eileen Dursley.

All turn to Y/N

Vernon: *hurriedly* Ah, a friend of Harry! From St Brutus.

Marge: *frowns* Isn’t St Brutus for boys?

Harry: *whispers* Who are you?

Y/N: All in due time my boy *winks*

Y/N: *turns to Marge* Better watch your mouth wench.

Marge: Silence child. *to Harry* Clean it up. Anyways, its got nothing to do with the father, if there’s something wrong with the bitch, there’s something wrong with the pup.

Harry: Shut up! You don’t know anything!

Y/N: *smirks, leans back and watches* I told you to watch your words Marge.

Marge: Right, let me tell you 

Marge begins to swell up.

Y/N: *chuckles quietly* Alright well, it’s been lovely to see you Dursley's but we must be off, Harry, pack your things we are leaving.

Harry: Who are you? And where to?

Y/N: *smiles* Home.

Y/N walks upstairs.

Harry: *follows* You still haven't told me who you are...

Imagine being on the train with the Golden Trio and Remus Lupin

Y/N: "Ah, a creepy man sitting alone, there he is perfect!"

Y/N walks in and sits across from Remus.

The Trio walks in

Hermione: "Come on, everywhere else is full. Oh, I don't believe I've seen you before? "

Y/N: "Hello! I'm Y/N, I've been quite sick until now so I didn't get to go to school for the first two years! It's nice to meet you! Hullo Harry!"

Ron: "You know her?"

Harry: "Y/N? Aren't you the girl who-"

Y/N: "Ah come and sit! Where are my manners!"

All enter.

Ron: "Who do you think that is?"

Hermione: "Professor R.J Lupin."

Ron: "Do you know everything? How is it she knows everything?"

Y/N: "It's on his suitcase Ron."

Ron: "Oh, how do you know my name?"

Y/N: "Hermione introduced us!" *Winks at Hermione*

Harry: "Do you think he's actually asleep?"

Hermione: "Seems to be. Why?"

Harry: "I've got to tell you guys something."

They all look at Y/N

Y/N: "Don't mind me, I don't know anyone so I won't say anything."

Harry explains the situation about Sirius Black

Ron: "So you're telling me he broke out of Azkaban to come after you?"

Harry: "Yeah"

Hermione: "They'll catch him won't they? Everyone's looking for him."

Y/N: "Noone's ever broken out before."

Ron: "And he's a murderous raving lunatic."

Y/N frowns

Harry: "Thanks Ron"

Train slows to a stop

Hermione: "Why are we stopping"

Y/N: *quietly* "Shit I forgot about this."

Y/N grips her wand.

Hermione: "We can't be there yet."

Harry: "Dunno, maybe we've broken down."

Y/N: "The Hogwarts Express doesn't break down."

Lights go out.

Hermione: "Ouch Ron that was my foot"

Ron: "There's something moving out there. I think someone's coming aboard."

Train shakes

Y/N: "Stay behind me."

Dementor slides open the door

Y/N: *Quietly* "Come on Remus wake up."

Dementor approaches the Trio and Remus wakes up.

Remus and Y/N: "Expecto patronum."

The Trio collapses.

Remus: "A student who knows the patronus charm? Quite incredible miss?"

Y/N turns around.

Y/N: *whispers* "Hello Moony"

Remus: *in shock* "Y/N, you-"

Y/N: "I'll explain later, Dumbledore knows as well. The three will wake up soon."

Remus: I can't believe- We thought you died.

Y/N: *laughs* "Remus my dear, time does not simply die. It diverges and creates new paths when stopped. You know this."

Remus: "You haven't aged a day and yet you are just as wise if not more."

Y/N: "It's good to see you again my friend."

Remus: "Do you know what happened to Padfoot?"

Y/N: *grits her teeth* "He's innocent. It wasn't him, he was framed."

Remus: "Do you know by who?"

Y/N: *bitterly* "By one we trusted. One of our own. I cannot say but you can guess."

Remus: *nods mutely*

Y/N: "We will talk later. They should wake up right about now."

The trio wakes up

Remus: "Here eat this, it'll help."

Y/N: "Take it, it's chocolate. The dementor, a guard of Azkaban passed by. I'm not quite sure why."

Remus: "If you'll excuse me, I need to have a little word with the driver. Eat, you'll feel better."

Remus leaves.

Hermione: "How did you know the charm"

Ron: "Yeah, we don't learn it. It's not even in the OWLS"

Y/N: *grins* "Let's just say being away from school allows me to practise spells without the boring bits."

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HI IM KINDA BACK, this one's been sitting in my drafts for a while but I love the idea of the narrator being in Harry Potter! Please give me a comment if you like this so I know to continue or not 🤣 HAPPY DECEMBER AND I HOPE TO BE MORE ACTIVE SOON! Till then my lovelies.