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vilentia · 2 months

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First Valentine's Day

Ron Weasley x reader

Summary: Ron Weasley's first Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, filled with laughter, love, and magical moments.

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In the hushed, frost-kissed corridors of Hogwarts, where whispers of magic and the echoes of laughter intertwined, a special day dawned. It was Valentine's Day, a time when even the most ancient stones of the castle seemed to pulse with the warmth of heartfelt confessions and the sweet nervousness of young love. For Ron Weasley, this day held a particular kind of magic, one that had nothing to do with spells or potions. This year, he wasn't just Ron, Harry Potter's loyal sidekick, or the sixth Weasley child. He was yours, and you were his, a fact that filled his heart with a blend of pride and nervous anticipation.

The morning found Ron pacing the common room, his palms sweaty and his mind racing. He had planned everything to the last detail, inspired by a story he had heard from Fred and George, albeit with a gentler, more personal touch, knowing well the difference between a prank and a gesture of affection. He had wrestled with his nerves, a bouquet of flowers in one hand—charmed to stay fresh and fragrant—and a box of Honeydukes' finest chocolates in the other, their contents a mystery even to him, hoping they would suit your taste.

You found him there, amidst his pacing, a smile playing on your lips at the sight. "Ron," you called out, your voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of his frantic heartbeat.

He turned, his face lighting up like the dawn. "Hey," he managed, voice cracking slightly, the simplicity of the greeting belying the depth of his emotions. "Happy Valentine’s Day," he said, thrusting the gifts towards you with a mix of eagerness and bashfulness.

Your laughter, light and genuine, filled the room, easing the tension from his shoulders. You accepted his gifts, admiring the flowers before opening the box of chocolates, each piece crafted with care, an assortment of flavors that spoke of thoughtfulness and a desire to please.

"Thank you, Ron. They're beautiful," you said, your eyes meeting his, a spark of shared joy dancing between you.

Encouraged, Ron took a deep breath, his next words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought, maybe, you'd like to go for a walk around the lake? I mean, it's cold, but it's also kind of nice out, and I thought—it might be nice. Together."

Your agreement was immediate, the promise of shared solitude more appealing than any crowded celebration.

As you both strolled, bundled in your scarves and coats against the chill, the conversation flowed more freely, touching on everything from the mundane to the magical, each word weaving a tighter bond between you.

At one point, Ron, in a burst of bravery fueled by the day's significance, reached for your hand. His fingers were cold but his grasp was warm, firm yet gentle. "You know," he began, a hint of mischief in his voice that belied his nervousness, "Fred and George once tried to convince me that the giant squid in the lake was actually a disgruntled mermaid transformed by a botched potion."

You laughed, squeezing his hand in return. "And did you believe them?"

"For about a minute," Ron confessed, his ears turning a shade redder, "until Hermione overheard and gave me that look of hers. You know the one. Makes you feel like you've lost a few dozen IQ points just by being in the same room."

The image of Hermione's exasperated expression brought another round of laughter, echoing softly across the lake's frozen expanse. The ease with which Ron shared stories, including those that poked fun at himself, endeared him even more to you. It was a vulnerability, a willingness to share his unguarded moments, that made the day feel even more special.

As the path wound closer to the water's edge, you both stopped to admire the view. The lake, a mirror to the sky above, reflected the cotton-candy hues of the setting sun. It was a breathtaking sight, one that lent an air of magic to the moment.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you murmured, leaning slightly against Ron.

He nodded, his gaze not on the lake but on you. "Yeah, it is," he said, the depth of his feelings clear in his eyes. Then, taking a deep breath as if mustering his courage, he added, "You know, I've been coming to this lake since first year, but I've never seen it quite like this. It's like... being with you makes everything seem... better. Brighter."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the honesty and raw emotion in his voice striking a chord within you. "Ron, I feel the same way. Being with you, it's like finding a piece of myself I didn't know was missing."

For a moment, there was silence, save for the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant calls of birds returning to their nests. Then Ron, with a tentative yet hopeful smile, leaned in closer. "So, does this mean we can make this a tradition? You know, coming here every Valentine's Day?"

The question, asked with such hopeful earnestness, brought a smile to your lips. "I'd like that," you answered, your voice soft but filled with promise.

As the walk came to a close, Ron found a secluded spot, a private oasis amidst the vast grounds of Hogwarts. He turned to you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of affection and earnestness. "I'm really glad I get to spend today with you," he said, the words heavy with sincerity. "I know I'm not the best with words, or... well, a lot of things, but being with you makes me want to be better. For you."

Your heart swelled at his admission, the simplicity of his words more precious than any grand declaration. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and whispered, "You don't have to be anything more than you are, Ron. You're already more than enough for me."

And in that moment, with the fading sunlight casting a golden glow around you, Ron leaned in, his kiss a sweet affirmation of the feelings you both shared, tender and hesitant, yet full of promise. It was a perfect reflection of your first Valentine's Day together—simple, genuine, and utterly unforgettable, a cherished memory in the making, set against the backdrop of the magical world that had brought you together.

As the day faded into evening, with stars beginning to twinkle in the sky like countless tiny lanterns, you and Ron made your way back to the castle, hand in hand, hearts full.

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ginevrapng · 6 months

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Please please please write something for Ron with a daddy kink for kinktober!

you've arrived home from spending the evening with ron, harry and hermione. all evening ron has been purposely getting you worked up, inconspicuously brushing his hands over your wrist and waist, and showing casual displays of dominance that always leaves you aroused. as soon as you get back home you practically jump on him. "ron, ron please."

ron pushes you against the wall and clasps your chin making you look up at him, no matter how tall you are ron has this way of making you look up at him and it makes you flustered every time. ron tsks at you, "that's not my name is it." a shiver runs down your spine and he speaks lowly and makes intense eye contact with you, making you shrink in his presence.

"sorry daddy," you correct yourself grabbing hold of ron's muscular upper arms that you spend the majority of your time looking at when you see him play quidditch.

ron kisses your forehead in response, "good girl, ' won't tell you again though. do you understand." you nod your head furiously. "need words baby."

"yes please daddy!" you hold tighter onto his arms, making crescent moon indents with your fingernails. "want you s' bad daddy!" you whine needily.

he smirks at your desperation and need for him. "alright baby. daddy will give you what you want."

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angelblacksmith · 2 years

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Hugs with Ron Weasley would include

Pairing: Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Warning: no

He definitely smells like cinnamon and citrus.

Loves it when you touch his hair during hugs.

Ron is quite a shy boy, so you were the first to hug him.

Then he was very confused.

His cheeks were pink with blush.

He won't be the first to hug you for a while.

Because he's shy.

But when he gets used to it.

At any moment.

Anytime.

Hugs from behind when you two are talking to someone.

Hugs before going to bed.

His hand is always on your shoulder or waist.

Sleeping with you in an embrace.

Puts his hand on your shoulder when you are sitting in the library.

If you study in Gryffindor.

Puts his hand on your shoulder when you have breakfast, lunch or dinner in the great hall.

Loves it when you hug him from behind.

He always blushes at such moments.

Warm hugs when he wraps you in a blanket.

When you feel bad, he doesn't rush to hug you.

Because he's afraid of making it worse.

But if you ask, he will be happy to support you and hug you.

If he feels bad, he won't ask you to hug him either.

But if you hug him at such a moment, his mood will noticeably improve.

Anyway, Ron likes to hug you.

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thehalfbloodedwitch · 2 years

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His Scent All Over (R.w. x reader)

Pairing- Ron x Femreader

Summary- Ron has gotten detention from the potions professor, Severus Snape and now he has to go for his detention, but he rants to the reader about how unfair his detention was| Fluff

House- Gryffindor

Warnings- Cursing and a heated make-out session

Meanings- y/n/n= your nickname

Words- 1,706 words

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Everyone hated the class of "potions," excluding Slytherins of course. Severus Snape was a professor who simply adored assigning innocent kids a shitload of homework and teaching the topics like a bullet train no one could catch, with Hermione being an exception.

However, the majority of the population detested potions, and you were among those who did. You, Harry and Ron your boyfriend, suffered the most in potions since Snape had issues with you and enjoyed assigning you more work, detentions, extra homework, challenging questions, and other things.

You were on your way to final class, potions, along with Ron, Harry, and Hermione. After that, you four separated into pairs; you sat with Ron and Harry sat with Hermione.

Ron sat down next to you as you were setting your belongings on your desk and remarked, "Well, at least Snape hasn't yet come." You sighed and replied, "Ron, he would be here in no time,"

He laughed and continued, "So, did you finish the potions homework?" Your eyes widened you hadn't completed your homework the previous class as well, which resulted in detention, but that if you did so again, you would be done for life.

“Oh, my Merlin! I forgot to do it again! Dammit!” you said and rested your hands on your forehead, “Wait, you aren’t joking? Y/n/n, are you kidding me?” Ron asked in a worried tone, he didn’t want his girlfriend to get another detention, you frowned and looked up at him and nodded.

As soon as Ron started to speak, Snape entered the room and greeted the students, "Good afternoon class," as he stood in front of them

"I am dead, I am dead," you thought to yourself as Snape continued, "I assume you all have finished your assignment which I had assigned to all of you, let's start with..."

He searched the room before turning to face you and saying, "Ms. Y/l/n? "When he approached your desk, your breath was caught in your throat and your mouth went dry. You couldn't just tell him you hadn't finished the homework again.

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to respond when suddenly Ron spoke “Y/n, here's your potions notebook, you had left it at the...uhh..common room..” as he handed you a notebook, you then took it from his hand.

Snape asked you with an eyebrow arched, “So? Miss Y/l/n, have you finished your assignment?” You took a deep breath and opened the notebook and to your utter surprise, your assignment was complete.

Astonished you passed the notebook to Snape who checked it over, sternly nodded and then turned to Ron, “Mr. Weasley, have you finished your assignment?” to which Ron confidently replied, “No sir, I didn’t” Your eyes widened at the statement,

“Detention Mr. Weasley and 10 points from Gryffindor!” then he went to the other desks to check over their assignments.

"Ron, are you crazy? Why did you hand me your notebook and said it to was “mine”? You whispered to Ron, to which he laughed and said, "I didn't want you to get another detention darling, plus I love doing noble services like these, for you of course." You smiled at him and said, "Next time, don't do this, you got detention for nothing," to which he held up your hand and kissed it and said, "Anything for you baby." to which you giggled.

Snape shouted "SILENCE," you stopped giggling and focused on the work he had assigned.

After the tiresome period was finally over you and Ron made your way out but not before Snape yelled, “Mr. Weasley, stay back, we need to discuss your detention.”

Ron sighed and signaled you to leave and you then went and joined Harry and Hermione, “You hadn’t done your homework Y/n/n!! What happened?” Hermione inquired along with Harry who looked at you in confusion.

You then told them jokingly the story of ‘how great Ron is how he saved you from getting another detention to which Harry gushed, “Aww, Ron’s a sweetheart!” Hermione along with you laughed as you struck Harry's arm hard to which he yelled out, "Ouch, okay sorry!"

You and Harry chuckled along with Hermione as she said, "I have never seen Ron so soft for someone," and the three of you proceeded to the Gryffindor Tower.

After about 30 minutes, Ron entered the common room. When he saw you on the couch there, relaxed and working on your most recent homework for potions, he smiled and sat down beside you.

He then said, "Looks like people do learn from their mistakes," to which you retaliated, "Well, I never told you to help me!" Ron laughed. You gave him a tender kiss on the lips and inquired, "What's your detention by the way?"

Ron replied, "I have to separate the good from the flobberworms without protective gloves." “WHAT?” you nearly yelled, he grinned and continued, "You heard me, sweetie,"

Although flobberworms are harmless, you felt more guilty than ever. You looked at him with a frown and said, "Ugh, next time I will NEVER skip my homework," holding out your pinky. He linked his finger with yours and asked, "Promise?" You nodded and replied, "Promise."

Ron then came and gave you a soft kiss on the nose and said, "It's not that bad, but after coming back I would want to spend some time with you," and you rolled your eyes and replied, "Obviously you idiot" and started finishing your homework while Ron got his and completed his along with you.

For the entire time, you two conversed. Harry had stepped out his dorm to speak with Ron, but after watching how absorbed he was in your conversation and the way he was gazing at you with unadulterated affection, he grinned and decided not to bother him.

Your day was therefore over after all of your assignments and homework were finished. In your dorm, Hermione was waiting for you to tell her everything that had happened with you and Ron.

She was supportive of you two and was interested in learning more about your relationship, and you were more than willing to tell Hermione about your conversations with Ron and how gentle and sweet he is. Hermione and you had a conversation before getting ready for bed and sleeping soundly.

When the time came for Ron to depart for his detention, you were both in his room, curled up in his bed while he gently brushed your hair, and you inhaled his scent. It was so comfortable that you didn't want to leave and wanted to stay in this place forever.

You recalled that he had detention, so you jolted up and jerked him awake, saying, "Babe, you have your detention now, it's already four. Wake up baby” the moment Ron's eyes opened, he grinned and asked, "What darling?"

“Your detention!” you exclaimed as you rolled your eyes. Ron then responded, "Uhh, not now...5 minutes...please..," rubbing his eyes and furrowing his brows.

"RON YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR YOUR DETENTION OR SNAPE'S GONNA KILL YOU," you yelled as you forcefully shook him. "Y/n/n, you should actually talk to me respectfully, I fucking saved you from Snape," he sighed as he awoke. "Yeah, alright," you rolled your eyes as you instructed him to leave.

Ron then got up and dressed in his robes and tie, his tie was dangling loosely around his neck, so you sighed and went over to fix it, “There, now it’s perfect” you said as you admired your work and Ron.

He then came and kissed you roughly, getting deeper and deeper into the kiss, he grabbed your neck and pulled you into him, completely exploring your mouth as you kept trying to dominate him.

Your hands grabbing his collar and pulling him closer and closer with each passing second, your tongues tangled into a hot mess while your mouths moved in sync.

To catch your breath you pulled yourself out, breathing heavily you said, "You have to go for detention Ron" to which Ron grumbled and attached his lips onto your neck, giving you a hickey while his hands rested on your waist.

“Could you walk with me till there?” Ron asked as his lips were pressing against yours, his breath was on your skin, and you nodded and grinned.

Then you took the coat out of Ron's trunk, put it on, and asked, "What are we waiting for?" and you both went to the potions classroom.

“Y/n/n, I don’t want to go” Ron whined as you giggled at his childish behavior and said, “I wish too, but Snape will murder you with just his bare hands if you don’t go”

Ron scoffed and said “I literally hate that man, I mean to go after the other people who didn’t do their assignments there were so many who didn’t do it! But no, he had to go for us, that bastar-” before he could finish his sentence you exclaimed “Ron!”

Ron rolled his eyes at you and said, "I still expect us to finish what we started back at my dorm after I come back."

You smirked back and said, "Yes, and if you come back early we could do something more.." to which Ron smirked. When you came to a stop in front of the potion classroom, he winked at you and entered the room while mouthing the words "Love you."

How the heck did you even wind up with such an amazing, charming, and loyal person, you wondered as Ron closed the door as you turned to head back to the Gryffindor common room.. You thanked Merlin for you to Ron.

Let's just pretend that you and Ron spent a long evening together back at his dorm. Ron, though, didn't find the detention to be too unpleasant.

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writing-with-syd · 4 months

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- 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐈 -

Apocalypse || Blaise Zabini x Gn!Reader

summary: Blaise and Y/n share their first I love you's

Inhale, Exhale || Blaise Zabini x Gn!Reader

summary: Y/n has an anxiety/panic attack during end of year exams. Blaise is there to comfort them.

Shot in the Dark || Blaise Zabini × Gn!Muggleborn!Reader

summary: Blaise can’t help his feelings for you, but you know it could never work

- 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 -

Happy you exist || Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

summary: Harry shares his fears, and Y/n is there to comfort him.

- 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 -

Hidden Confessions || Hermione Granger x Fem!reader

summary: Y/n and Hermione confess their feelings while studying in the library

Slow Dancing || Hermione Granger x Fem!Slytherin!Reader

summary: Hermione and Y/n share more than a dance on the night of the Yule ball.

- 𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 -

First time for everything || Ron Weasley x Gn!Reader

summary: Y/n convinces Ron to have a date at an ice skating rink.

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nevillescomslut · 2 years

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Why are there no Ron Weasley fan fics and Im not talking about one shots but like whole ass fan fics on wattpad or AO3 like y’all know Ron was part of the golden trio right?

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im-actually-a-certified-idiot · 6 days

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They Should've Lived

"You ready, mate?"

Ron straightened his collar, and caught sight of Harry standing by his door in the reflection of his mirror. He turned, then wished he hadn't. Harry's eyes bored into him, like he was taking him apart layer by layer, analyzing him to the very core. It was unnerving, to say the least- Ron was pretty sure his best friend was hardly aware he even did that.

"Yeah," his voice cracked a little, and he cleared his throat. "Everyone else already downstairs?"

"Er- yeah, I think," said Harry. He hesitated. Ever since the war had ended, he'd been much more subdued and quieter. Tentative. Ron hated it. The war had taken enough from him; if he lost his best friend, he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it. "I think... your mum's in George's room, trying to coax him out."

"He doesn't want to go?" Ron didn't even bother to hide the disbelief in his voice. It seemed absurd to him that George Weasley was refusing to attend his own twin's funeral.

Harry shuffled his feet, looking a bit alarmed by Ron's reaction. He had never liked conflict among the Weasleys, or to involve himself with it. "I mean, I suppose it's painful for him," he said amiably. Ron would've knocked him on the head if he wasn't his best friend. Bloody prat, always playing the diplomat.

"Ron? Harry?"

Hermione shuffled into view, her voice hesitant. Her eyes were swollen and puffy, like she'd fallen asleep crying. Ron supposed she must have- they'd just attended Remus Lupin's funeral last night.

One funeral after the other. A constant chain of grief. Ron would be glad when it was all over- he'd never been around so many dead bodies, never seen so much heartache and misery.

"It's almost time." Her voice wobbled a bit, and Ron was consumed with the strong desire to grab a jacket of his and tuck it over her shoulders. Which was stupid; she wouldn't appreciate the gesture anyway, it made her too much of a damsel in distress. "Mr. Weasley says we ought to start gathering in the backyard. Guests have already arrived."

George's funeral would be hosted in the Burrow's backyard; the Weasleys had all agreed it would be best to have him as close as possible. Ron thought Fred would've wanted that as well. It felt improper to bury him away from home, in some graveyard full of other dead bodies. The atmosphere would've been too dreary and disconsolate whenever they went to visit.

"Suppose we ought to leave, then?" Harry looked at Ron for confirmation. "Ron?"

Ron swallowed; he wasn't sure where the large lump in his throat had come from, or the sudden urge to follow George and barricade himself in his room. "I hate this," he found himself saying. "We shouldn't have to do this."

Harry's eyes, so scrutinizing before, turned soft. Hermione moved towards Ron; he wondered, for a brief absurd moment, if she would take him by his hand and drag him forcefully out. He wouldn't blame her if she did- he himself was frustrated at his sudden mopey words.

But when she took his hand, she did nothing but stroke his knuckles. A tingle shot up his spine. "You're right," she whispered. "He should've lived."

Harry clasped his hand onto Ron's shoulder. His grip was tight, but Ron was grateful for his touch. "They all should've lived," he agreed, and there was no question as to who he was talking about.

Lupin. Tonks. Sirius. Moody. Cedric. Colin. Hell, even Snape. The guy was the biggest prick Ron had ever met (not counting Malfoy) but even he had done his part in the end. Been a hero.

They'd all been heroes.

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so this is basically my angsty post-deathly hallows fic lmao. i've always wondered how the golden trio had dealt with so many funerals.

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acciotwinz · 2 years

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Ron Weasley blurb

Y/N runs down the hall, trying to catch up to Ron before he makes it to the pitch.

As she rounds a corner, she sees red hair and calls his name. Ron spins around, hand reaching for his wand but eases when he sees his girlfriend rushing towards him.

“All right, love?” He asks sweetly once she stops in front of him.

“Yeah,” she smiles, trying to catch her breath and Ron can’t help but admire how beautiful she is with a slight flush to her cheeks.

“You forgot your jumper.”

Y/N hands over the garment and he can’t help but roll his eyes as he refuses to take it. “I didn’t forget it, I won’t need it. It’s just a quick practice.”

Y/N pouts, eyeing the soft jumper in her hands before meeting his eyes. “But it’s November! It’s snowing, for fuck sake!”

“Y/N!” Ron whines, not wanting to run later than he already is.

“Ron! You’ll catch your death.”

“You’re not my mother!” He snaps petulantly.

“No,” she responds, somehow keeping her calm. “But I’m more than happy to send her a letter, letting her know how much trouble you ,Harry and Hermione really get into.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Y/N crosses her arms over her chest, smirking at him. “Try me.”

With a resigned groan, Ron takes the jumper and slips it over his head. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic!”

As he then turns to leave, Y/N grabs his wrist. “Ron, wait.”

He’s now starting to get irritated, “I’m gonna be late.”

“You know I only nag you because I love you, right?”

Ron immediately softens, pulling his girlfriend against his chest and dropping a kiss to her hair. “I know, love. I’m sorry for snapping.”

“I forgive you.”

Ron gently cups Y/N’s chin, tilting her head back and kisses her slowly. He feels her sign against his mouth and his heart feels a bit fuller.

As the part, he smiles as she struggles to open her eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”

Her smile could put the sun to shame, if anyone’s asking Ron’s opinion. “I love you too.”

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prismolovesfanfiction · 1 year

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ron weasley was defo a gryffindor bc he had the nerve and audacity

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may-clouds · 2 years

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THEIR FAVOURITE PLACE TO KISS YOU

multiple characters x f!reader headcanons

― includes: harry potter, ron weasley, hermione granger

― fluff

― warnings: none

― i just wanted to write something that includes all of the golden trio in one post to be honest

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HARRY POTTER

The top of your head.

If you're sitting down to study, he'll walk past and peck you on the head.

He especially loves doing this if you're shorter than him.

But if he can't reach his favourite spot, he'll settle for kissing your temples.

In general, this boy just loves kissing you anywhere on your face.

RON WEASLEY

Neck.

I don't know, I just see him loving your neck.

Whether it's leaving red marks or giving gentle brushes of his lips against your soft skin, he just loves it.

He'd sweep your hair out of the way if it was covering your neck just to kiss you there.

It'd also give him an opportunity to whisper something sweet to you.

HERMIONE GRANGER

Hand. Hand 100%

She finds it easy to do when either you or her are reading, or studying.

Hermione just generally loves your hands.

Holding them? All the time.

So it doesn't take long before she gently places random kisses on your knuckles.

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fanfic-wonderland · 2 years

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Let Me Protect You {Ron Weasley}

(A/N): Hello! Once again, this was requested through Wattpad so I hope you like it!

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) Scamander, Harry, and Hermione help Sirius and Buckbeak escape. When they go back to the Hospital Wing, she and Ron have a small argument that leads to her accidentally confessing her feelings to him.

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(Y/N) caresses Buckbeak's feathers with the largest smile on her face. It has been a while since her last encounter with the Hippogriff and, while she would've loved for it to be on a better occasion, she's happy to see him doing well. It used to be hard to block out the memory of his death sentence earlier but now it just feels like a faded nightmare. He's alive right before her very eyes. "You'll be good, right?" (Y/N) whispers as she lovingly scratches his sides.

The creature makes a content sound and she laughs lightly. "I see you've got your grandfather's natural talent." A voice comments from behind.

(Y/N) turns to Sirius with a nod. "Well, granddad always made sure that my brother and I saw the beauty of all magical creatures. And It's hard not to when you basically grew up surrounded by them."

"That sounds like Newt Scamander alright," Sirius says. "I'm sure he'd be proud of you."

(Y/N) grins at his words. She likes to think that as well.

She takes in Sirius' appearance as he stands in front of her. He looks exhausted and drained from life but he somehow manages to maintain a powerful twinkle in his eyes. After all, he finally got to meet his godson and now he's free from Azkaban. And Buckbeak is free too; (Y/N) is sure that both of them will be in good hands. She only wishes that a certain ginger boy was there with them to bid both of them goodbye.

Unfortunately, Ron was in no condition to go back in time with (Y/N), Harry, and Hermione because of his injured leg, which is still worrying her. It's nothing new, really, she has been constantly worrying over him since their first year at Hogwarts. It has gotten to the point where Ron feels like most of the time he's being scolded by his mother and, while he secretly does appreciate (Y/N)'s concern, he simply does not understand why she feels the need to be so overprotective all the time.

After Harry and Sirius say their goodbyes, Sirius climbs on top of Buckbeak and takes one last look at all three teenagers. "I'll be forever grateful for this. To all of you."

"We'll see each other again, right?" Harry asks with a hopeful tone.

Sirius smiles softly. "I would love nothing more than that. One day, perhaps. But not like this."

And then he flies away as they wave at him.

Hermione gives Harry a few moments to take it all in before she says, "We should head back now."

Harry and (Y/N) nod in agreement as the three of them run off to make their way back to the Hospital Wing.

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When they make it to the front doors, Dumbledore is coming out of the room at the same time they arrive. He looks down at them. "Well?"

"He's free," Harry answers. "We did it."

"Did what?" Dumbledore says. Before they can respond, he gives them a knowing look while he walks away. "Goodnight!"

Once he's out of sight, the three of them smile at each other before opening the doors to find Ron lying on the same spot they had left him. (Y/N) sighs in relief at the sight. "How'd you three get over there?" He questions, his eyes wide in panic. "I was just talking to you... over there."

"It's... a little hard to explain." Is Hermione's answer while she and Harry look at each other in amusement.

(Y/N) does not say anything but runs to the injured boy, wrapping her arms around his neck. They had only gone back a couple of hours but she missed him like they hadn't seen each other in months. "Hey," Ron mumbles against her hair while slowly wrapping his arm around her waist.

"How have you been feeling? Does it still hurt?" (Y/N) pulls away and checks his leg. She is careful not to make any sudden movement that could cause him any more pain.

"I'm fine," he rolls his eyes at her.

"She's been worried this whole time, cut her some slack, Ron," Harry says.

Ron sighs. "Honestly, (Y/N), sometimes you're a bit too much."

(Y/N) blinks at him. She slowly stands up from her place on the small bed. "Am I not allowed to worry over you?"

"Yes, but you treat me like I'm a bloody baby," he says, his voice a bit louder. "I don't need you to protect me from every single thing, I can handle myself."

(Y/N) feels how her whole body suddenly begins to grow hot from her rising anger. "Says the guy who almost got his leg broken."

"Guys-"

"How was I supposed to know that Sirius would drag me into the Whomping Willow?" Ron protests, completely ignoring Hermione's voice. "My point is that you can't go a single day without obsessing over my well-being and It's getting tiring."

"Well, excuse me for caring about you, Ronald," (Y/N) is almost shouting. Luckily, there is no one in the room but the four of them. "Excuse me for wanting for you to be okay. I didn't ask to have feelings for you, you know!"

The silence is almost unbearable after (Y/N)'s little outburst; all of them are shocked, including herself. Ron is gaping at her with the widest eyes, and she seems to mimic his expression while unable to look away from him. She hears Hermione clearing her throat in the background. "Harry, we should-"

"Yeah," Harry says quickly, and in a matter of seconds (Y/N) hears the doors closing behind them.

Neither of them says anything at first, both too stunned to speak. It feels like an eternity as they wait for the other to make the first move. Ron thinks that (Y/N) will finally say something when he hears her making a small sound, but it sounds like she just wants to speak up and the words are caught in her throat. "You have feelings for... me?" he manages to let out.

(Y/N) fiddles with her fingers before she groans. "Let's just pretend I didn't say anything, okay?"

There's silence again but this time it doesn't seem to last too long. However, (Y/N) drops her gaze because she cannot bear to keep looking at him. She feels her cheeks burning so bad that she thinks they'll melt away at any second. "I'm sorry," Ron is the first one to speak, again. His voice is low this time. "I shouldn't have talked to you that way."

"It's fine," (Y/N) says. "You were right, I was being a bit too much. And It's not like I think that you can't defend yourself, It's just that... I don't know..."

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," Ron reassures her. "I-I appreciate that you care about me, but-"

(Y/N) looks up again to see that he's awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. "But what?"

Ron is the one to look away now and she can't help but walk closer to him, sitting back down next to him. She notices that she's not the only one blushing. "When you protect me like that, it... it makes me feel like I can't protect you."

(Y/N) stares at him blankly because her brain does not seem to process what he just said instantly. She actually thinks that she might've misheard him, surely it had to be that! "Why would you-"

"Becauseihavefeelingsforyoutoo."

"What?"

"Nothing!" Ron shakes his head furiously. "I didn't say anything!"

But (Y/N) can't keep being in denial; she heard him clearly this time, despite his rushed words. And, by the way that he became so flustered so quickly, she knows that his words aren't meaningless. And that's enough for her.

Her lips break into a huge grin, so much that her cheeks hurt but the pain does not affect her. She cannot help herself when she leans in and places a quick kiss on his cheek. Ron's eyes almost pop out and his heart beats faster the more he realizes what she had just done. His hand reaches up to touch the stinging spot where her lips had come and gone just a moment ago, as if he's making sure that he didn't just imagine it happening. "What was that?"

(Y/N) giggles. "I kissed your cheek."

Hearing it out loud makes Ron's crimson color deepen. "Well, d-don't do it again!"

Rolling her eyes, (Y/N) scoots closer. "Fine."

Instead, she wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head against his chest. "(Y/N)!"

"What?" she does not move. "You didn't say I couldn't hug you."

She snuggles into him while sighing contentedly and Ron is paralyzed. When he begins to relax, though, he smiles to himself. He surprisingly does not mind this type of affection coming from her.

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vilentia · 1 year

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The Cafe Romance

Ron Weasley x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ginevrapng · 8 months

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𝐖𝐄'𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!

(𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎)

pairing: george weasley x reader, ron weasley x reader

word count: 4.0k words

content warnings: swearing, british idioms and phrases and slang words, chubby coded! reader, reader not specified what house they were in but at one point they had came into the gryffindor common room(not under normal circumstances like to hangout or sleep), no use of y/n but george sometimes calls the reader shortcake (explained in the last part), mentions of violence after a canon quidditch match,

a/n: this chapter has a lot of talking about the past as i wanted to dig deeper into george and the reader's relationship so far, the next chapter will be completely in current time. this chapter still has ron content (i can't get enough of how i've written ron's dynamic with the reader)

summary: you're an honorary member of the weasley family and have been for years, you're one of ron's best friends and are very close. everyone thinks and teases you both that you're dating or have feelings for each other. this muddles up things as george feels guilty about his own feelings.

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the next morning, when you wake up, you see ginny next to you, still asleep, you assume hermione is already up and about. luckily you only drank water near the end of the night so you only ended up tipsy, unlikely you're not a teenager anymore so you still had a small hangover. you miss the days of hogwarts parties when you can drink as much as you want and wake up fine and be able to go to class with no issue. tiptoeing around ginny, trying not to wake her up, you remember what happened at the end of the night and groan, hoping it won't be too awkward today with george.

you successfully leave the room without waking ginny up and decide to see if ron is up or not, doubtful that he is. creeping along to ron's room you step over all the places that creak in the house and softly knock on the door. after no answer you open it a crack to see ron still in bed alone in the room. the logical thing to do would be to let him sleep in, after all he did look after you last night, but it's ron so the only option you deem worthy is to throw yourself over him in bed, knowing your tispy self insisted on cuddles last night.

you mischievously grin and close the door behind you before jumping onto the bed with him and waking him up. ron pulls up his covers in shock making you laugh uncontrollably, "ron you're acting like you're a naked women. is there something you want to tell me?"

he tries to push you off the bed and fails miserably, just causing you to laugh more. he grabs hold of your soft frame and pulls you down to him, making you laugh even louder. "why are you waking me up so bloody early? what did i ever do to you?" he grumbles.

your laughter quiets down as you lay together. "i believe you promised me cuddles ronald."

he holds onto your plush waist tighter, maybe this is ron's punishment towards you, to hold you so tight you break something or just pop. "alright, but shut up. i'm going back to sleep." you're about to argue that it's already late and people are downstairs but harry bursts through the door.

"what's this about then?" harry questions you both.

ron chucks a pillow at him, "shove off, harry." you giggle and move under the covers to get comfier in bed, knowing that ron's going to keep you there for awhile.

"i'll see you two lovebirds later." before ron can tell him to piss off again he slams the door shut, definitely drawing attention.

ron readjusts in bed with you still in his arms. "he's bloody annoying." ron mumbles before he closes his eyes again, resting his head against yours, making you feel safe in his arms with your head on his pillows that smell like him. you weren't initially tired when you came into bed with ron, you just wanted to mess with him but now your eyelids are becoming heavy as you drift off to sleep.

hermione can be absolutely terrifying at times as you're rudely awaken when hermione storms into the room, looking annoyed at you both. however ron seems unbothered by the fact, still sleeping, that is until hermione hovers over the bed and shouts at you both. "get up! both of you! i don't want to believe what harry said he walked in on, if he's telling the truth that's entirely inappropriate but you both look awfully cosy together! everyone is downstairs and has already eaten breakfast." after she see's that you've both waken up she leaves. you dread to think what harry's told everyone but at this point you're use to it. you feel better after your nap, you've found out before that you sleep better with ron next to you and you're no longer hungover either.

reluctantly you head downstairs, much preferring to spend the day in bed. the shouts and laughter that fill the living room fade when everyone see's you both and the onslaught of teasing happens. the comments include fred interrogating you about your, in his words, 'precarious position' due to the fact that anyone could have walked in. harry's saying he regrets walking in, and adding that you looked rather comfortable with all your limbs wrapped around each other.

"how do you even sleep next to him? he snores so loud." harry looked at you quizzically, genuinely confused.

you simply reply, "tune him out."

"oi! you snore louder than me."

"lies," you throw your hands at him in mock offence.

"ron's right shortcake." george tells you from the sofa after staying silent for most of the previous teasing.

"how 'd you know?" slightly worried that you snore so loud everyone knows and will make fun of you for it forever.

george grins at you, you've fallen right into his trap. "i can hear you through the walls."

with an amused smile you make your way over to where he's sitting and flick him on the forehead. "hush you." george's heart skips a beat when he sees the smile you direct at him. as you sit down next to george his cheeks warm up and he tries to hide his smile that appeared on his face because you sat next to him, out of everyone you choose him.

george looks over to ron to see his reaction, half of him wanting to make sure ron's okay with the fact you're sitting next to him but the other half, the half that he's more ashamed of, wants to see if ron's noticed, almost as if he wants to see that ron's bothered by it, to rub it in is face and make him jealous. to show him that you've chosen to sit next to him instead of ron or any of the others. so when he does look over at ron and see's him stealing food from the remains of hermione's breakfast, not even glancing at them, he felt a little conflicted.

"what's up george?" you follow his gaze to where ron is, "is he stealing your food again?"

george smirks at you and ruffles your hair, shaking his head. "nope, just seeing what ronniekins' doing." pouting, you tell him to stop messing up your hair while he chuckles and joins the conversation harry and ginny were having. you deflate as you watch him turn his attention onto someone else so flippantly.

the conversation they're having is supposed to be interesting but it's not to you, no matter how hard you try to get into quidditch you just can't. you're not as bad as hermione is with flying and would love the idea of riding on any magical creatures like dragons or hippogriffs but you worry that a broom will break.

george has reassured you plenty of times that there's no way it'll break but at the end of the day it's a stick and sticks break. you love watching them play, even if you worry that they'll get hurt, and you know the basic rules about the game but conversations about quidditch that don't include your friends you tune out. you'd be listening earnestly to the conversation if it was something about harry or ginny but them talking about the chudley cannons doesn't interest you much.

when ron made the team in your fifth year you were ecstatic, more excited than he was. you knew how badly he wanted to be on the team and you were thrilled, yet you always reminded him to be careful before games and even when training, you wouldn't be surprised if he found your nagging highly annoying.

you'll be able to focus on quidditch conversations if they speak with a lot of passion but right now they're not, you've just woken up and it sounds dull. maybe the conversation will change soon, or maybe molly will come in and interrupt, saving you from listening, and tell everyone they have a job to do or how she's going into town and she's going to ask if anyone wants to come, or maybe ron will start arguing with everyone about how great the chudley cannons are. when your friends passionately talk about something you listen but it's a boring monotonous conversation currently. you love hearing your friends talk passionately about their lives and their interests it's how you're so good at giving everyone presents.

like when harry animatedly told you all about his first christmas at hogwarts, about how he received the invisibility cloak and all the contents in his wizarding cracker. one of those things including a wizard's chess set that was later unfortunately broken and couldn't, at the time, be repaired. so that christmas you brought him a wizard's chess set of his own as he had been using ron's up until that point.

for hermione's birthday one year you gave her a first edition copy of hogwarts: a history. it's always been her favourite book since the first year of hogwarts and she often rereads it. throughout your school years together she retold information to you even when it had very little relevance. you knew how much she loved that book and had been trying to find someone with a signed copy that will sell it to you. after bathilda bagshot died you looked everywhere trying to find any signed copy. you were tempted at the time to ask someone else to sign it, someone that she looks up to like mcgonagall but that was a fleeting thought as you didn't think that idea made much sense. so your plan was to keep on the look out for any copies.

you stumbled on something better one day though while browsing an old bookshop in knockturn alley. you occasionally go there for things you need and you dread to think what would happen if ron found out, even worse molly, they'd insist it's too dangerous and never let you go again, especially on your own.

when flourish and blott's don't have the book you need you know where to go, even if sometimes you have to grab your wand a little tighter to feel safe or that if anyone saw you there they'd be asking serious questions and questioning you on dark magic. however, it's a good thing you do visit having found the first edition copy you had gifted her. you would've haggled the price down a bit after knowing the shopkeeper for so long but the situation was too good even if it was pricey, it's not everyday you come across a first edition copy of such a well known book.

you were probably most proud of the gift you got for george one year. when the whole situation of malfoy insulting the twins cleansweep brooms escalated to insulting the whole weasley family and harry's parents came to a head it wrecked everyone involved (excluding malfoy). the twins and harry had their brooms confiscated due to the fight between them and malfoy.

what made him even more mad was the fact that you were there to witness it happen. george thought maybe it would've been better if you were there to hear exactly what malfoy said but all you saw from the crowd was george and harry punching malfoy repeatedly.

he didn't want to scare you and maybe if you heard what came out of malfoy's mouth you'd think what george did was valid. that's what he had thought until you came barging into the gryffindor common room unannounced, looking absolutely furious screaming about what a fucking arse malfoy is. "do you even know what he said?" angelina asked at the time, knowing that word got around of the fight but not knowing if people knew exactly what happened.

"no but i know it was bloody well something to make everybody that angry!" george couldn't help but smile at that, he'd been so tense and frustrated since it's happened but then you come in and make it all better, getting angry on everyone's behalf and you don't even know what happened. that was when george fell more in love with you then he already was and he didn't think that was possible.

the twins later took their brooms back. they were known for breaking into offices, they should've been kept somewhere more secure if they knew anything about the twins reputation. they took back their brooms and left the school in classic weasley twin style. despite getting their brooms back the incident took a hit on george's confidence. malfoy insulted his entire family and he was so enraged about it.

after the twins left the school year early it was incredibly quiet without them but in the summer it was hectic with them causing even more trouble than normal. one of the hotter days you and george spent the day together inside. everyone was outside playing quidditch but george wanted to stay with you, he told you that he was too tired to play but really he just used that as an excuse to be with you. arthur was at work and molly was in the kitchen, hermione was even outside reading near everyone but you and george stayed in and talked all day. he told you everything about the fight with malfoy, he tried to make jokes and make it seem like not a big deal but you could tell otherwise. even though he was grinning the smile didn't reach his eyes, even though he was making jokes they had a hint of insecurity behind them.

you didn't mention it, you didn't want him to feel put on the spot, but you rested your hand on his arm in comfort and sat closer to him. yes it was incredibly hot at the time but neither of you wanted to move away. he spoke about his broom and about how he won the match even with his broom, behind his words you can tell he held some kind of resentment. he's an excellent beater, better than fred and he should be proud to have won that game, malfoy's ruined it by the aftermath and it's tarnished by all the hateful words malfoy said.

the week after you had brought him a broom. afterwards when you left dervish and banges you realised that you only brought one for george and not for fred and started panicking because there was no holiday coming up, you just wanted to give him a new broom, hoping he would like it but then you didn't get one for fred. your feelings for george at that moment overshadowed any logical part of your brain that told you that you should probably think this through and rethink your purchase instead getting two cheaper ones.

after calming down you had a whole speech prepared in your mind to fred about how sorry you were for not getting him one. making excuses like how fred didn't actually punch malfoy, only harry and george did and harry doesn't need a new broom. other excuses you threw out the window thinking they sounded too harsh, george is a better player then you so he needs a better broom or george is more likely to keep playing now after you've left hogwarts then you will because he's better. after those failed excuses in your head you had scolded yourself on the obvious unintentional favouritism, definitely giving yourself away every time you mention how much better george is. you love fred, you do, but george is george.

coming back to the burrow was somewhat of a spectacle, having to deal with both the twins. fred was the first person you saw and the confusion on his face was evident when he saw you holding a broom, something that you'd never do as he knows you don't trust them. he raised his brow in confusion.

"before you start it's not for you freddie. it's for george." there's a pause as you try to sort out your thoughts and fred smirks. "after what happened with malfoy i thought he could use a new broom. i mean- i mean he was the one who got physical with him and i know harry did too but his broom is already new and i can't afford to get him an even more expensive one."

"woah that's quite the excuse." he joked while smirking.

you cross your arms over your chest, "it's not an excuse, it's just the truth."

"yeah, yeah." he spoke, dismissively. "just know i'm never letting this go."

you rolled your eyes as the hairs on your arm stood up, you had a feeling he was telling the truth. "where's george?" having hoped to run away from the conversation as quick as you can so that fred didn't figure out your romantic sentiment towards george.

he directed you upstairs to their room with a shit-eating grin on his face. you had vowed to blow fred away with an amazing present for christmas but after that interaction you had you were thinking otherwise. (in the end you still did get him a very thought out gift that he thoroughly liked.)

you had knocked on the door, waiting patiently for an answer. george tells you to come in, and his eyes widen in surprise momentarily before he quickly schools his expression because this is the first time you've ever entered his room and you just remembered the same thing as you get distracted about why you're here and instead start taking in the room.

glancing around the room you could see boxes everywhere. cardbox boxes that were taped up with the edges bent and marginally destroyed. fred and george were storing so many products it's a surprise they even had room for their beds. there was a smell that lingered in the air, like gunpowder and cosmetic sprays to try and cover up the scent. you were unfazed by the scene, you would have been more in shock if you walked in and it was a 'normal' room. the smell in the air was making you woozy and flushed as you discovered this is why george almost always smells faintly of gunpowder and you started to find it hard to concentrate being so close to it.

"this is a surprise shortcake, what are you doing in my humble abode?" he inquired, in the process snapping you out of your thoughts. he didn't want you to judge him for what his room looked like, he knew you never would though.

"you know humble abode normally refers to a house?"

"deflecting the question." he sits down on the bed.

having hid the broom behind your back since you knocked, "i brought you something." you tried to answer and sound confident but you know that your voice trembled, you're nervous and you're suddenly liking the floor more than making eye contact with george.

"oh really?" he grinned but his stomach was going crazy and flipping about while his heart bursts out of his chest. you got him something, you, for him. his palms were sweaty and he tried to subtly rub his hands against his trousers.

"i know how shit you've been feeling about malfoy so i-" you found it hard to speak, worried about george's reaction. going closer to the bed you struggled to find the words but reach behind yourself and gave him the broom.

"shortcake, i'm... i- is this a broom?" he knew the response.

you bashfully nodded your head, losing the ability to talk with a dry throat and gently sat on the bed with george but put some distance between the two of you.

you start rambling, "it's um, a- a comet 290. i don't know a lot about quidditch, which you know, but this one looked fancy and it was one of the newer ones that i could afford. i probably should of asked someone's opinion before buying but i hope this one is okay."

"i love it," george whispers, you had never heard him speak so softly to you. sometimes he'll talk gently to you but never like this, never sounding so genuine.

george is so hopelessly and helplessly in love and he was holding on to a very thin thread trying to control himself to stay away from you because all he wanted to do is press his lips against yours, kissing you until you're both gasping for air. your lips always look so soft, he wondered what they'd feel like against his. he wanted to beg you to give him a chance, he'll make you feel beautiful, that you'd be perfect together. the comet 290 is the best gift anyone had ever given him and he's treasured it for years.

currently after that terribly long conversation about quidditch you wish someone could save you from, you decide to save yourself and go find molly. george noticed you leave but assumed you'd be back. you find her in the scullery, washing clothes.

"is there any jobs you need me to do molly?"

"no dear, you sit down and relax."

you're so close to begging and telling her that you just want to get out of listening about quidditch.

"i'll do anything molly. please let me, i woke up so late this morning and couldn't help you tidy up."

she stays silent for a second and then turns to you, "the garden does need de-gnoming at some point."

"yes!" you respond more enthusiastic then considered appropriate before correcting yourself, "yes, molly. i'll get right on it."

"get help from some of the others dear, i don't want you doing it on your own."

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