celestials05

[celestials05]

Teenage Dirtbag

R.W x F!Reader

Pairing: Ron Weasley x F!Reader

Summary: Ron has a crush he admired from afar, but thinks she's out of his league.

Fluff

Song lyrics are in bold (some may be altered to fit the story)

A/N: Gonna start a series of song themed one shots, with different characters and different genres, kinda excited ; enjoy the first one:P

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"Have you even tried talking to her?" Harry asked, taking a bite of the food in front of him.

Ron scoffed , as if his friend said something insane. "Talk to her?! Are you crazy in the head?!"

His friend just rolled his eyes. He couldn't bother anymore to get Ron to talk to you, as it always leads to the same phrases.

"I'll get rejected."

"She's out of my league!"

"I'll just babble like an idiot!"

"Better to watch from afar than to make a fool of myself."

Always the same.

His good friends tried repeatedly to convince him to talk to you. To try at least.

Ron never actually tried. Every time he had a chance, he freaked out and did an 180.

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The Yule Ball was approaching. Anywhere he turned , people were talking about it. Dates, dresses, suits, having fun.

Ron was going insane. Everyone around him had a date, even Harry. Meanwhile, he was busying himself with pep talks in the mirror, practicing to ask you to go with him.

His friends were shocked when he made that decision. Nobody expected it, but cheered him up, encouraging him.

During lunch, Ron saw you leave the Great Hall earlier than usual. It was so unlike him to leave his plate of food unfinished , but he saw an opportunity to approach you and took it. He rushed out after you, scanning the halls.

Only to be met by you hugging a guy. And not just any guy. Draco Malfoy.

He was too late.

He turned around, keeping a stoic face, pretending it doesn't hurt.

If only he hadn't acted like a coward all this time.

He got back at his table like nothing happened, trying to push her in the back of his mind.

It was all his fault.

He should have listened to his friends and talk to you all these months ago.

What hurt most, is that you were hugging Malfoy of all people. That guy was the polar opposite of Ron, which proved his earlier points that you wouldn't be interested in him.

But maybe , it was better this way. Maybe Malfoy could offer you the things you deserved, which could never do.

While he was lost in his thoughts, Harry and Hermione sat beside him. "Well? How did it go?"

"She doesn't know who I am.. And she doesn't give a damn about me"

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The Yule Ball was in full swing.

People were dancing together on the dance floor, or enjoying a punch at their table. He sat next to Harry and his date, his eyes on you, like usual.

You were dancing with your date, smiling and laughing at something he whispered in her ear.

Harry followed his gaze, and tried to cheer up his friend. "Her boyfriend's a dick."

"Please do not refer to him as her boyfriend. It's disgusting just to think about it."

He knew that Malfoy was the better choice overall. But he couldn't help the jealousy that flared through him.

"She doesn't know what she's missing."

He gave Harry a small smile. He knew it wasn't true, but appreciated his tries to cheer him up.

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Ron was alone at the table. He didn't feel like dancing, nor socialising. Harry left some time ago with his date.

He was happy for his friend, not bothered at all that he was alone. He didn't have to pretend he's fine in front of anyone. It was just him and his thoughts, playing with the food in front of him, not having an appetite.

'Man, I feel like mold, it's a ball night, supposed to be fun, and I am lonely.'

He doesn't know what made him look up, but when he did you were walking over to him.

'This must be fake' he thought. His lips started to shake, but he shook his head and got himself together.

You gave him a smile, putting a hand on the chair next to him. "Is this occupied?"

Ron returned the smile, and shook his head, a little to eager.

"Why are you sitting alone Ron?"

He thought he will explode right there

'How does she know who I am? And why does she give a damn about me?'

"I-I.. don't have a date" He internally faced palmed himself. Why would he say that?

You looked confused. "Why?"

He could tell you the truth, god he wanted to, but he decided for a half truth. "The girl I wanted to go with.. went with someone else."

"Oh, I am sorry. That must suck." you gave him a genuine smile, feeling sorry for him.

'If only she knew'

"It's ok I guess. You? Why sit here and not dance?"

'Why sit with me?'

"My date's a dick"

You earned a scoff from Ron. "Yeah, tell me something I don't know."

You chuckled. He blushed.

He would listen to your laugh all day and watch you smile, especially when it came from something he said.

And that's how it started.

They sat at the table alone, talking , laughing, about everything. Classes, professors, a little gossip, Quidditch, the next Hogwarts trip on friday, sweets, even judged some Drumstag boys.

He wasn't babbling. Not stuttering. Not awkward.

Everything came naturally. And it was the best he felt in weeks.

The music slowed down, couples dancing together on the dance floor.

"Ron?" you said softly, filling the silence that was made after both of your eyes settled on the dance floor.

"Yeah?"

"Come with me friday, don't say maybe."

He was baffled.

He stayed quiet for a second, making you think you overstepped, and read the signs wrong. The look on your face pulled him out of the trance.

"Like I could say no to you."

A smile reached your eyes, a blush spreading your cheeks.

"But, on one condition" he added.

You frowned. "What?"

In return, he extended his hand to you.

"Offer me this song"

"With pleasure" you said, while accepting his hand.

Even thought he stepped on your feet quite a few times, the dance was perfect.

Every time he did, he'd mutter an apologise, embarrassed, only to be met by your understanding eyes, saying it's ok.

Maybe he was enough all along.