#ronald weasley x reader

[drvconian]

How You Get the Girl ...

“I just don’t know what I did.” Ron complains, leaning into the back of the couch in the Common Room, his eyes closed and his eyebrows pinched. It’s late, almost everyone else has gone to bed, which is why he speaks quietly to you: it makes you feel like you’re sharing a secret, which you technically are, but everything feels more special when it’s just Ron and you.

You like Hermione and Harry just fine, but when you all got together as a group, it always felt that he preferred them more, especially Hermione. You could understand why: she was smart and pretty, both things you envied about her. Your jealousy wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t seem like you caught Ron staring at her all the bloody time.

You shake your head, smiling softly over at him. “Girls are fragile, Ron. You can’t be as brutish as you are with your brothers or Harry.” You laugh quietly, “what kind of girl would take that as a compliment anyway?”

“I dunno.” He replies, rolling his eyes. “I would, though.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Well, you gotta help me then.”

You widen your eyes at him, clearly taken aback at his request. “You want me to help you get with Hermione?”

Ron moves in closer, nodding his head slightly. “You have to. You’re one of my closest friends, I dunno who else to go to with this.”

Your heart beats hard in your chest, you have no idea how to feel. The sentiment is nice, that he trusts you enough to ask for your advice on how to impress the girl he fancies. On the other hand, it hurts to know that he even fancies another girl (even though you knew) and that he expects you to help him. You want to say no and try to convince him that Hermione and him would never work out, so you surprise yourself when… “okay, Ron. I’ll help you.”

...

A knock on your door drags you out of your reverie. You close the book in your lap and place it on the table beside you, and unfold your legs. They’re stiff from how long you’ve been sitting on your couch, and you wince slightly. You stand up and make your way over to the door, opening it slightly to peek at whoever it could be.

“Ron?”

He’s standing in your doorway, hunched over in his jacket. He’s soaking wet, his hair dripping onto his face and his jacket a shade darker than it’s supposed to be. He looks miserable standing there, but his face brightens when he sees you. “You answered.”

You nod before opening the door wider, “are you insane? Come inside before you catch a cold.”

He steps inside, brushing against you, and stands barely in the doorway. The water on his clothes drips down onto your floor, and you quickly close the door behind the two of you. You open up a closet close to the door and pull down a towel, handing it over to him so he can dry off. You watch him, the air between the two of you thickening.

“It’s been a long six months.” He begins, peeking out at you from beneath the towel that he’s drying his hair off with. You watch him, worrying your bottom lip. You don’t know what to say, you hadn’t seen him since your final, chaotic days at Hogwarts – even then, you hadn’t seen him for a long time before then. He hadn’t contacted you at all. He takes a deep breath. “I was too afraid to tell you what I wanted. I’ve always been too scared of that.”

...

“Tell her something cheesy like… I want you for worse or for better. It’ll help defuse the tension since she’s upset with you. It’s sort of cute, and it’ll help lead into you telling her you like her.”

He nods in a more attentive way than he ever had in class. Your stomach twists – you could sabotage this whole thing, yet you weren’t. Hermione was your friend just as much as Ron was your best friend. You weren’t cruel. You just happened to like Ron more than she probably did.

“And then maybe you can add in something like: I would wait forever. To show your dedication.”

“Dedication? I’m not looking to marry her!”

You roll your eyes. “That’s not what I meant! You’re just buttering her up, but you don’t have to say that if you don’t want to-”

“I’d only say that if I meant it.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again. How romantic. You feel a pang in your heart at that thought… at least he wanted to confess to Hermione.

“Okay, well, you hurt her, right? Admit that you did, and say that you want to fix it.”

...

“We were best friends, Ron. You could’ve told me anything, hell, you almost bloody did!” You cross your arms, conflicted on whether to laugh or be annoyed with him. “You told me way too much sometimes.”

He doesn’t smile or laugh the way he might’ve at the suggestive joke when he was younger. Something seems to settle within him, and he pulls the towel off of his head. He takes a slight step forward, and you feel the tension settle between the two of you. You rarely saw Ron this serious, though it seems to be a more permanent emotion during and after the war.

“I broke your heart.”

Everything around you stills. Your own heart stills. That was one truth you had kept to yourself throughout all those years, throughout all of his relationships. So many little fragments over the years had gathered until, just about half a year ago, it had finally shattered and he had walked away from you. Your chest feels tight as you wonder who could have told him.

“I want to put it back together.” He swallows, his words trembling just the slightest bit. “I know now that I will wait forever.”

...

You're sitting in the Great Hall as Ron eats lunch while you work on your homework. You’re focused on a particular list of ingredients for a potion when Ron speaks. “That stuff you told me worked, by the way. Thanks.”

“Oh. With Hermione? Good.” You force yourself to sound happy, even looking up to smile at Ron across the table.

“She forgave me, sort of. I don’t think she understood what I was really trying to say.”

You sigh, rolling up your parchment and setting it aside. You’d get back to it later. “You’re back to being just friends?”

He nods, “I couldn’t just outright tell her! She’d probably think I was joking or something.”

“You’re such an idiot.” You lean across the table so you can lower your voice. “You could bring up the ways you’ve subtly flirted with her. There’s that picture we took where you’re staring at her. You wouldn’t let her see it, remember? You could show it to her.” You settle back into your seat, reaching to unroll your parchment again.

“How do I explain why I didn’t just show her then?”

You pull your quill out of your ink, already returning to writing down another ingredient. “Tell her you lost your mind.”

...

You remember sitting on the Common Room couch, when one of those fragments joined the many others. When Ron first started fully showing interest in Hermione and you knew you had no chance with him. No, Ronald Weasley wouldn’t show up at your door and suddenly confess to you, when he and Hermione had finally found their happy ending sometime during the battle at Hogwarts. He couldn’t be saying that.

“Ron… what are you saying? Is everything okay?” You want to feel his forehead, to see if his cold has already set in and he didn’t realize what he was saying. Your heart is hammering inside of your chest.

“Don’t you remember how it used to be? We were always alone.” His voice becomes steadier as he talks and he grows closer to you, his eyes brightening. “We spent so many nights together, talking on the Common Room couch. It was always just us at lunch. We even went on walks just to talk.”

“That’s because, usually, Hermione and Harry were busy. We didn’t have a choice-”

“I did. I didn’t know it then, but I always had a choice and I always made it.” He’s standing in front of you, looking down at you with a look you know you’ve never seen before. You had known Ron since first year, and you knew almost every look and what it meant. You didn’t know this one.

“I was such an idiot. I am such an idiot. You’ve been in front of me this whole time, and I didn’t see it.”

...

It’s one of the rare moments where you somehow end up alone with Harry. You’re sitting in the library, waiting for Ron and Hermione to show up so you can start your study session together. You already have your parchment and ink out, along with several books on the table. Harry’s setup mimics yours, and you’re both leaned over the table.

The two of you don’t talk much, you’re both connected by your friendship with Ron. While you’ve become friends with Hermione, you and Harry are still more like strangers.

The sound of footsteps approaching causes you to look up from your books. You knew it was Ron, you didn’t have to be looking to know it was him whenever he was near. What you didn’t expect was for Hermione to be walking next to him. They sometimes entered together, having run into each other or they had been previously hanging out. The part you didn’t expect was their intertwined hands, and the large grins on their faces. Their rosy cheeks.

It happened.

Harry looks up from across you, and his face immediately splits into a grin. He’s happy for his friends, and you should be too. You mimic his smile, trying to mask the way your heart feels like it’s breaking. Ron looks victorious, like he’s just won the final Quidditch match of the season against Slytherin. All you can feel welling up inside of you is defeat, because this is your fault. You could have just denied him the help, and maybe it’d be you holding his hand and smiling.

Would Harry even be smiling like that if it was you?

...

“I want you.”

Eight years. Ninety-six months. Four thousand, three hundred and eighty days. That’s about the time you had known Ron. You had spent more than half of that wanting him. You had spent the latter half of that knowing it was never going to happen.

Never had you expected that during your ninth year of friendship, he would tell you the thing you had wished for all that time. The thing you had hidden in journals or in daydreams you were ashamed of. You had spent years making up crushes and having Ron try to help you the way you helped with Hermione.

“But you- you and Hermione… I can’t-”

“Hermione and I broke up a while ago. She said she knew from the beginning that we wouldn’t last.” You wince at that, but it doesn’t seem to faze him. He’s smiling down at you. “She said she knew who I would end up with.”

Oh.

“It’s been obvious this whole time, hasn’t it? That it was you?”

Oh.

“I mean, even Harry saw it. After ‘Mione and I split, we all had dinner and he told me that I was a blind idiot for not noticing sooner.” He laughs slightly, “he also made me realize how much I’ve hurt you over the years.”

You don’t know what to say. You’ve wished for this moment practically your whole life, and now that it’s here, you’re lost. In your mind, you would end up with someone your parents’ set you up with and you’d live your version of a mediocre happy ever after. You’d spend the rest of your life with the knowledge that Ron loved someone else and he had and would never love you.

You’re staring up at him. You had stared up at him so many times before, but never like this. Never with him confessing to you. Never with him smiling at you so tenderly and so happily. Never with so much affection.

Softly, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. You reach your hand up and rest it on his wrist. The two of you stay like that for a moment.

Your voice is quiet when you finally speak. “Do you mean it?”

His eyes never leave yours as he nods his head. You wrap your arms around his neck and his arms wrap around your waist. You want to weep into him but also scream with joy: you’ve never felt this happy.

You pull away slightly to look at him. “It’s always been you, Ron. For worse or for better. Slug puking or Quidditch winning. It’s you.”

He pulls you close again, his head resting on top of yours. You press your head to his chest and listen to his heartbeat.

It’s beating just as fast as yours.

...

You listen to the birds chirp as you walk down the street. It’s slightly windy, but the heat from the sun keeps whatever chill the wind carries away. There’s the faint smell of flowers coming from the flower vendor just down the street, next to the diner where you’re supposed to be grabbing lunch from.

You’re not very familiar with this part of town. It’s not near your flat, and you had to Apparate to get there.

You pull open the door to the diner, and a bell chimes to alert the people inside of your presence. Muggles. You smile slightly at the gesture, and make your way inside. You look around, before you spot a pair of brown hair and glasses.

Harry spots you first and his face breaks into a smile. At this, Hermione turns around and greets you with a smile too. Harry stands up out of the booth and pulls Ron, who has been holding your hand this whole entire time, into a hug. Hermione stands up and pulls you into a side hug. It’s a little awkward, but maybe you’ll get more comfortable with each other someday.

Everyone is smiling as you slide into the booth beside Hermione. She picks up the menu and hands it to you, “I have to recommend the cheeseburger…”

Word Count: 2270

[wallflower-collection]

To Be His

Ron Weasley X Reader

Summary: The day after Ron Weasley is seen kissing Lavender Brown.

You rolled over and groaned as you heard yet another knock at your door. It was almost noon on Sunday and everyone else had already left your dorm room to get a start on their day. You didn’t even plan to leave your bed. Yesterday had been a very miserable day, at least the second half of the day. 

It started with breakfast like every other morning and then watching a quidditch match between houses. Of course, you weren’t known to be a huge fan of quidditch. Nevertheless, you still attended to the match to see Gryffindor emerge victorious. You decided to attend the Gryffindor party and have regretted that decision ever since. When you walked through the portrait door there was a large gathering of people and you could see Ron standing proudly among them. Your face lit up and a blush crept across your cheeks. Ron deserved to have an undeniable win. In fact, he was the whole reason you attended the quidditch match in the first place. As soon as you started to make your way over to Ron, you saw Lavender reach for him. To you horror, she started to horrendously kiss him and he reciprocated with the same energy. 

Harry and Hermione watched as tears slipped from your eyes. You practically ran out of the room with them right behind you. The rest of the night included the pair consoling you and you eventually making your way to your bed. You were sure you that several different people had been knocking at your door all day and assumed Ron was one of those people. The situation just didn’t make any sense to you. You thought things had been going well between you and Ron. Nothing too serious has happened yet, but he’d been walking you to class, eating some meals with you, and even went to the library with you a handful of times. Perhaps, you weren’t as well versed in reading people as you thought. 

About a half of an hour later, a pounding started on your day again. “Y/N! Let me in, it’s Harry!”

An exasperated sigh left your lips as you stepped out of bed in your pajamas. When you opened your door, Harry looked a bit surprised. “I didn’t think that would work that well,” he said as he stepped inside. Before saying anything else he closed the door behind him. “I’ve been here several times and so has Hermione. I reckon Ron sat outside your door all night.”

“I doubt that,” you said looking down at the floor. 

“He was still out there when I came ,” Harry stated,” I told him to leave and get some rest. I knew there was no way you’d talk to me if you saw him out there when you opened the door.”

“That was a good assumption to make,” you said as you plopped back down on your bed. 

“You need to see him,” Harry asserted to you. 

“No, I don’t. There’s nothing to say to him. If he wants to be with Lavender, then he’s more than welcome too and I won’t get in the way. I-I just don’t understand the sudden shift in his romantic interests.” 

“There wasn’t a shift; there was a mistake. Ron never had an interest in Lavender. He made a poor choice when she kissed him to kiss her back, clearly not thinking of what could happen,” Harry said. 

You took in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling. It was a horrible decision on his part. Somehow, that decision didn’t tamper down the feelings you hold for him. 

“You need to talk to him,” Harry asserted,” he should be eating breakfast right about now and you should go find him.”

“ I don’t know about that,” you said. 

“If you don’t go find him now, Hermione will be the next one in here telling you what to do,” Harry said. 

You knew there wasn’t a way you could out logic Hermione into convincing you to see Ron.

“ I’ll let you know how it goes,” you said to Harry as you stood up to go change. Harry quickly made his way out of the room after wishing you luck. 

Ron was not near the dining hall to your surprise and you found yourself aimlessly wandering the halls of Hogwarts. If he wasn’t eating, he must really be feeling awful. A hint of worry began to tug at your heart. He may have hurt your feelings, but he didn’t deserve for his to be hurt. Ron could make his own decisions and those decisions didn’t always have to involve you. Your thoughts began racing which caused you to consider you may be overreacting to this whole situation. 

You jolted back to reality as you crashed into someone walking down the corridor. Strong arms and a familiar scent enveloped you before you fell to the floor. Ron had you wrapped tightly in his arm and held you close to his body. Part of you wanted to pull away, however the warmth and comfort of the embrace was a feeling you did not wish to escape from. “Are you alright,” you asked him first. The response you received was a quick shake of his head followed by,” I’m so sorry.” 

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” you responded,”if anything it’s my own fault. I let me feelings get the best of me and for someone that hasn’t even claimed me as theirs.”

“I’m a complete and utter useless git,” Ron said. He readjusted where he stood to you. He backed away so he could fully see you, however he kept ahold of your forearms with his large hands. “ I was so wrapped up in the party and had drunk some, which is still no excuse. I just didn’t think before I did anything. As soon as I came to my senses, I pushed her away from me in just enough time to see Harry and Hermione running out of the room. I tried to talk to you all night, but you wouldn’t answer the door,” Ron told you. 

“I know, Harry told me.”  

“If you want nothing to do with me just tell me and I’ll try my best to not run into you,” Ron said to you. You could see the pain in his face and the water building in the corners of his eyes. “I don’t think I’d ever want you to leave me alone. I reckon we have something to discuss, but I could never want you to leave me alone,” you said. 

For a moment, you both stood in silence staring at each other. Both of you had emotions right at the surface that were waiting to boil over. “ I don’t care if it takes time or if I have to prove something to you,” Ron said,” I want you to be mine and for me to be yours. Just yours, not anyone else’s and I know I’ve ruined that already. Even if it takes months, I want you to trust me and to want me to be yours.” 

You gulped before speaking,” You are mine, at least to me. That’s why I got so upset. We just need to communicate and figure somethings out.” You wrapped your arms around Ron’s neck and he wrapped his arms around your torso. You held him as tightly as you could. “Then let’s talk. We can get something to eat, find a place to be alone, and just talk,” Ron said to you. 

“I like that plan,” you said to Ron. When you parted from the hug, Ron was quick to take hold of your hand in his. You headed for the dinning hall and then, to have a very important conversation.

He is yours and you are his ; that’s what mattered the most to you. 

[trumpkinhotboy]

"Would you like to dance?"

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader

Type: Not requested/blurb

Genre: Good vibess, no angst in sight

Rating: pg

Warnings: None!

Word count: Approx. 1700

Requests: Open!! (For Narnia and Twilight Wolfpack and maybe Ron Weasley/Harry Potter stuff ;o)

A/n: I know it's literally been a thousand years since I posted anything, but uhhhh what can I say? I watched the series and inspiration struck me 🤷‍♀️ Hope you enjoyyy

**Not my gif!!

**also can you imagine him looking at you like that??? ooompfff

Summary: A few bumps in the road seem to darken the reader's night at a Hogwarts ball. Luckily, there's always a Weasley boy hanging around to lighten up the night and make everything feel right again.

This night was going the opposite way you thought it would. Even though you were in love with your dress and marveled at the music and decor in the Great Hall, there was one thing that put quite a dent in this enchanting night. You would have never expected your date to ditch you for another girl in the middle of a dance, except he did, right when the dancefloor started to get packed with people.

You could understand though, she was a beautiful girl and, since you also were in a few classes with her, you knew she was a really smart witch. It was quite embarrassing to be left for someone else, but if you were honest your date had never been your first choice. Considering that fact, you felt a bit less enraged than you should have been. In truth, you had hoped to ask a certain red-haired, clumsy Weasley, but hadn't been able to muster up the courage when the time had come. Thinking about it, this was the real thing that had put a dent in your night.

So there you sat, alone at an empty table, except for the few glasses left there; abandoned by their owners, who clearly had something better to do than sitting down. You stared at the crowd of students on the floor, feeling a mix of envy, anger, and a bit of shame. If it had just been about dancing to some upbeat song, you would have joined the crowd, confident you would find some friends in there, but no. With your luck, it had to be some romantic slow-tempo songs. The kind of song where you slow dance with someone, love, and magic in the air, as delicate snowflakes fall from the ceiling. The atmosphere was incredibly enchanting and romantic. Which was not helping your case. The sweet melody ended softly, and you straightened up, hoping it would switch to something a bit more upbeat. You were very disappointed to hear one of your favorite classical pieces slowly start to diffuse in the room. You ungracefully lowered, more like smacked, your head on the table, feeling cursed and wondering what you had done to deserve such a thing. You let out a sigh and defeated, decided to cut out the humiliation and go back to your room to cuddle up with a good book and a blanket.

That was your plan until you heard: “Ahem, would you like to dance?”

You nearly jumped out of your chair at the sound of the familiar voice. Someone you had been looking for all night, even though he seemed nowhere to be found. Your gaze met up with Ron’s and you couldn’t help a smile from illuminating your face.

“If I’d like to dance?” You repeated, feeling both delighted and incredibly surprised. The words immediately made his pale cheeks redden. You knew this wasn’t his thing, balls, dancing, and dressing up, but for him to offer this to you anyway made your stomach fill up with butterflies.

“Don’t make me ask again.” He pleaded, and for a second, he seemed unsure whether or not you would accept his offer. Which was funny, since you were the one sitting alone while everyone was dancing. Especially if you considered that he had been the one you wanted to dance with all night.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You answered as you got up, finally taking ahold of his outreached hand. He seemed to let out a small sigh of relief before a satisfied smile spread out on his pink lips.

He conducted you to the middle of the dancefloor while you stared at him with disbelief. Ronald Weasley was a lot of things, but being the kind of guy to bring a girl to the middle of a dancefloor at a ball, was not something you would have put on the list. He slowly brought you in, one hand holding yours, the other around your waist. As he made contact with you, you noticed that his hand was incredibly warm and… big? His thumb sat on your stomach as the rest of his palm laid out and reached the middle of your back.

Were his hands really this big? How had you never noticed?

“Y/n?” “Mh?” “Somethin' wrong?” “What?”

As you lifted your head, you realized you had been blatantly staring at his hand like it was a strange foreign object. You felt a blush creeping up your neck, suddenly making you feel incredibly hot and clammy.

"Is something the matter with my hand?" "What? Oh, no. I just noticed how hot it is in here. Don't you think? Isn't it hot in here?” You whispered while looking around, very much so like a crazy woman. “Uhm, no? Not really?” He looked up at the ceiling before adding with a chuckle. “I mean, snowflakes are coming down from the ceiling so.”

Oh right. You looked up, feeling like you might explode from embarrassment. You weren't generally this self-conscious (or dumb) around him, but tonight seemed to unveil all kinds of new surprises for you.

“Lord Y/n, quit blushing so much. Did you eat one of Fred and George’s nasty dessert pranks? The ones in the Skiving Snackboxes?”

You shook your head with an embarrassed smile. If he was actually comparing you to one of Fred and George's victims, you must have looked really terrible. You rested your forehead on his shoulder and before you could even think about what you were saying added, “It’s not the Snackboxes, but if you could stop making me feel so nervous I’d probably come back to a normal color. "

You felt his breath stop, and by the movement of his body, could guess that he was now staring at you. Immediate dread invaded your whole body. If an enraged thestral could come into the room right now and whisk you away, you would really love it. But no, you were stuck here with your big mouth, resting your sweaty forehead on Ronald Weasley's shoulder.

"I- uhm, I make you nervous?" An actual question, not a confident tone as if he knew the effect he had on you, no. He was actually asking you a question. Was that boy blind for God's sake!

"Can we just, dance?" You took a deep breath before you lifted your head to face him. "Please?"

He looked at your pleading eyes, an enormous question mark still written on his face. You felt his thumb timidly stroke the back of your waist before he added in a whisper.

"Sure, but you gotta know I’m a pretty shitty dancer."

You let out a loud laugh, relieved he didn't push the subject. "Oh you don't have to worry about that Weasley, I do know."

In fact, everybody knew how bad of a dancer Ron was. Another laugh escaped you as you remembered how uncomfortable he had looked when he'd danced with McGonagall before the Yule Ball.

"If you are such a bad dancer, why offer me a dance?" you asked with a teasing look.

"Well, I know how much you like to dance, and you look bloody amazing tonight. I could not leave you alone sitting at that table."

You started dancing again, both facing the opposite side of each other. Your chin right above his shoulder, you stared straight ahead. Now it was your turn to feel your breath catch in your throat.

Lots of people liked to joke about Ron's clumsiness and the fact that he used to get scared easily. Oh, and also that he was kind of a lunatic sometimes. But really, no one ever noticed how he was one of the most thoughtful, loyal, and protective people you could ever meet. That was a privilege you earned as you got to know him better.

You held him a bit tighter, feeling so grateful for his presence in your life. "Well, thank you," you mumbled, chin resting on his shoulder.

"No worries. Anyway, after dealing with your bum of a date, I had all the time in the world to come and badly dance with you."

"After you what!?" you took a step back to face him. He had the biggest smirk on his face, looking mischievous as ever. At that moment, the resemblance between him and his older twin brothers was uncanny.

"Ron!? What did you do?" You tried keeping a straight face, but in the end, couldn’t keep in your smile. There was the loyalty and protectiveness you loved so much. "You can see for yourself. I think about now, the desserts should have taken effect." he nodded to your right, and that’s when you saw him (or it) in the corner of the room. You gasped, hand flying to your mouth to hide the loud noise. You were regaled with the sight of your ex-date trying to make a big move towards his new companion. But as he leaned in, making that weird face guy sometimes make before they kiss you, his face started to distort into big bumps and lumps. He was not a feast for the eyes, and as he leaned in, one of the lumps made contact with his poor date's nose. She opened her eyes and screamed, horrified. She ran away, creating a big commotion around the lovely couple.

Ron and you hid in each other's shoulders trying to keep in your laughter. You both failed miserably, but still deserved an A for effort because that was quite a scene. When you lifted your head again, it was to meet your friend’s sparkling eyes. Snowflakes adorned his red hair, and the light of the candles floating everywhere reflected in his blue eyes. Once again, you were struck by how handsome he was.

"I wish I could scold you, but honestly, it feels pretty good to see he got what he deserves." (Okay, maybe it is a bit hypocritical to say that, but still. Even though he wasn't your first choice, you never would have abandoned him to go with someone else, as if he'd have never existed.) You smiled, sure a glimpse of adoration was creeping into your gaze. "Thank you, again. It's the second time you save me tonight Weasley. If you keep this going, I'm gonna have to start paying you back."

He let out a small chuckle, his hands now on your hips as yours rested on his broad shoulders.

"In fact…" you brought your lips to his cheek to lay down a small kiss. "First payment."

Now it was his turn to go red as a tomato, the sparkle shining even brighter in his blue eyes.

"Careful Y/l/n. You might encourage me to keep saving you if that’s how you repay me."

[rinalouu]

-> Summary: Ron realizes he may have just found someone who truly sees him for who he is. -> Warnings: they/them pronouns are used - generally meant to be gn, mentions of favoritism in families. -> Word Count: 600(ish) -> Abbreviations: (Y/n) - Your name | (N/n) - Nickname [I do not own harry potter, nor support the supposed author. This universe is merely a safe place for me.] Find related content here. (my Harry Potter master-post)

I can just imagine how he must feel, being the youngest of 5 brothers, knowing your mother desperately wanted a girl instead of you. On top of that, the never-ending ideals and expectations he needed to live up to. Having 5 older brothers created more pressure, and less of a space for him to be himself. - Then you came and changed everything. He didn't quite understand it, but you always found a way to see things no one else saw. You made him feel like he was worth something. It wasn't a struggle to be seen by you, and in your eyes, it was just him. Oh how he loved your eyes... But that's a story for another day. - "Happy birthday Ron!" The 5th year plopped a poorly wrapped present in the unsuspecting boys lap, causing him to look at them warily. "What-? (N/n), you didn't have to do that.." He mumbled, his ears turning read as he messed with the wrappings on the present. "Like I wouldn't get my best friend something? Rubbish that is, now open it before I do!" (Y/n) eagerly smiled, making themself comfortable in the open spot next to him. "Well.. alright.." He would sigh, glancing down at the lumpy present. It felt wrong to open it, he knew how much effort they must have put into wrapping it. The wrapping was a neutral color, with a tan ribbon holding it altogether. Carefully undoing the ribbon, his breath hitched as he got a peek at what was inside. Unable to stop himself, he tore the wrapping quickly, before gaping at what was inside. "You don't like it do you?" (Y/n) pouted, a skeptical eye on him as they tried to read his reaction, but worry filled them as tears begin falling down his cheeks. "Ah- Ron, don't cry! I didn't think it was that bad, here I'll-" (Y/n) went to grab it from him, but Ron quickly yanked it from their grasp. "Did you make this?" Ron quietly demanded, feeling the fabric within his fingers. It was a sweater, a knit one at that. It wasn't perfect, but it was just his size. But that wasn't what mattered. "I thought you would like it.. Honest. I didn't want you to cry." His friend would frantically begin to apologize before stiffening as Ron finally met their gaze. "It's orange." He gave (Y/n) a soft smile, adoration in his eyes. This only confused the poor thing even more. "Well ya? You hate burgundy." They stated, as if it was written on his forehead. More tears fell down his face, before he put the sweater down to envelop (Y/n) in a hug. "Ron?" They mumbled into his shoulder, his actions only concerning them further. "You're right. I hate burgundy." He laughed, holding them for a few more moments. The love he had felt festering all these years began blossoming even more. (Y/n) knew his favorite color, something his own mother struggled to remember.

Author's note: I told y'all I'm back! I missed you pookies! <3 Anyway, I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think! Please let me know of any suggestions or feedback! Please do remember this is meant to be a safe space, and I am still grasping my creative writing skills.

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Small Touches of Affection

brief summary: ron weasley really likes when your hands touch his, such a warm feeling to remember

[i honestly don’t romanticize this boy, but i wanted to have something for him here! not my best work]

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Ron Weasley was pretty overlooked by everyone. His family was too large for him to make his mark. His own friends overlooked his clever moments. Hell, his ex-girlfriend overlooked him too! All she wanted was a boyfriend. Not him.

You were his escape. You met him through your book buddy, Hermione. When you were in dire need of studying while Hermione was busy, Ron came to your aid.

He let you teach him everything and anything, from Care of Magical Creatures to Astronomy. It helped you out greatly. Your marks were higher than ever. So high your parents actually wrote you a letter to congratulate you. (I wish.)

It helped Ron out too. He liked the way you explained things, even if they didn’t make sense to others. He just liked the fact that you cared enough to do that for him.

Soon after exam season was over, the two of you would hang out constantly.

That made him begin to like you. Because he liked you, he wanted to feel your skin against his. He wanted to hold you close and never let you go.

It all started with a slight touch of the hand. While you were talking to him about your newest interest, he was building up the courage to graze his hand against yours while both of you were walking.

Ron’s breathing got heavier and heavier, his heart pounding out of his chest. You saw these, but decided it was nothing. He brushed his hand against yours.

He was scared of what you might’ve done or said. But all you did was look down, smile, and gently brush your hand back.

Ron realized he loved you a lot more than he thought at that point. He smiled back to you, motioning for you to continue.

He tried his luck again in the Great Hall, a much riskier place to touch you. You were seated at your designated table, eating peacefully with a couple selected people.

Ron took in a sharp breath, walking over to you.

“Hey..” he started in a quiet tone.

“Hey!” you replied, smiling your best smile at him.

His heart fluttered in his chest while his confidence grew and grew.

“Can I sit with you? Hermione and Harry are out doing Merlin knows what.”

You had laughed with a nod, patting the seat beside you. He had smiled proudly. Phase one, done.

“So what’s up?” Ron asked, waiting for your daily rant. He loved hearing you talk. He loved your voice.

While you started your rant, he moved his hand right beside yours. Slowly, he inched closer and closer. Then, without warning, he put his hand on top of yours.

Your words came to a complete stop. He looked anxious and was worried he took a step too far.

Before he could pull away, your fingers interlocked with his.

“I quite like this,” you muttered quietly.

“Me too,” Ron smiled with his reply.

It became a daily thing for you two to hold each other while you spoke.

Ron would hold your hands, while you, with a rather flushed face, would talk about all sorts of things. He’d respond, adding his own rant to you.

You loved each others’ voices. And that was enough.

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Question : What if you by mistake fall asleep with drunk!HarryPotterCharacters in their house at night ? Do they wake you ? Do they let you leave or make you stay? How does it end?

Assume whatever relationship you want to , between the characters and y/n

Harry Potter

Do they wake you up?

Accidentally wakes you up . Lmao he's going to freak out as soon as he wakes up . You both would've been comfortably cuddling when his eyes peel open . It takes him a few seconds to contemplate what's going on until he suddenly jerks up , waking you .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

Says he wants you to stay without actually saying it . He wants you to stay so badly . But his shyness doesn't let him tell you that maybe even ego lmao. He wants you both to go back to bed , he loved the warmth radiating from your body. You might get up and get ready to leave when he might talk about dropping you off .. but bruh he's drunk . Walking to your house late at night doesn't sound good to him . So he comes up with endless excuses to the limit where he asks “How would you walk at night ? It would be so dark , you won't be able to see the street” and suddenly you have answers to all of his excuses until he gets annoyed and says “Cant you just.. you know , stay here?” .

How does it end?

It ends up with him awkwardly trying to cuddle the way he did when he was totally drunk . Lol you might get back to bed , with his clothes on(?) And he's going to be so nervous . You might go back to sleep and he's still figuring out how he should cuddle with you . Finally he sleeps too , and subconsciously finds the perfect cuddle position .

Ronald Weasely

Do they wake you up?

Tries to be romantic and fails Accidentally yes . Yeah so it's him who's admiring you and as he tries to kiss your forehead some of your hair enters his nose , causing him to sneeze the hell out of his nose . Eventually waking you up .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

Doesn't even get up from his bed . While you hurriedly get up to leave, this man oh-so-ungraciously pulls you back to the bed lmao and he's all normal when he says “Stay..” . He's already sleepy lol so yeah . He pulls you into the bed by your waist and holds you until you have no option but to lay down on the bed .

How does it end?

It's you who knows how to actually romance . It ends up you admiring him and him snoring like a cute handsome horse . He might open his eyes occasionally and smile and blush when he notices you staring at him . In the early morning though when he's in a better state , he might kiss you a lot .

Hermione Granger

Do they wake you up?

Over here , when Hermione gets up (Hermione is never that drunk to get up in a drunken state again) and makes some tea or coffee for both of you . Once she's done she'll wake you up and you both could drink coffee by the balcony

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

I kinda feel she'll want you to inform your mother or your family about staying here or go to your house , change and come back to spend a night with her . She'll want you to stay and be very clear about it , since she only has 'having fun' in her mind. She could be a bit reluctant.

How does it end?

You both could end up on her couch watching movies or reading books or something. It could also be a bit of crazy stuff like taking pictures , being a bit romantic and enjoying the time honestly. Cooking some random food at 3 a.m.

Ginny Weasley

Do they wake you up?

Tbh , no . She doesn't wake you up , and you don't get up on your own either since you're tired of handling Drunk Ginny . She'll get up , watch you sleeping and would try to sleep again , but end up messing with you and kinda disturbing your sleep but luckily not waking you up .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

As said , you don't wake up . So she doesn't wake you up either and she definitely wants you to stay . It feels warm in her heart to see your face as a good morning dose lmao . She might blush a bit at the thought that you're spending a night with her even though it's just sleeping.

How does it end?

She ends up taking random selfies because she's getting bored and you're looking too good while sleeping . The filters are not gonna be good lemme warn you , but she'll enjoy them and when you both get up in the morning she'll show the pictures to you .

George Weasely

Do they wake you up?

Over here it's actually that he doesn't wake up , and it's you who wakes up. You're so cuddled up that it takes you 5 minutes to get out of his grasp and not wake him up too . You finally get out of his arms when he subconsciously pulls you in again lmao , the struggle is real .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

I'm assuming you go to the kitchen to make something for him so that he can drink/eat it to ease his hangover , when George wakes up due to the sudden loss of his warm and cuddly bear(you) . He might silently walk to the kitchen and hug your waist from behind , resting his chin on your shoulder/head . He lazily would ask you to join him back to the bed and would literally carry you to the bed by your waist if you don't listen to him .

How does it end?

It ends up being a bit steamy lmao i guess you both might make out before sleeping .. but it finally ends with you sleeping on top of him so yeah .

Fred Weasely

Do they wake you up?

Lmao.. he wouldn't. He wouldn't open his eyes , so maybe if you get up in between , you'll wake him up or kiss him telling him you're gonna leave.

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

It isn't a nano second when he pulls you back to bed and subconsciously asks you to stay . When you deny , he'll completely open his eyes and let go of your hand . He'll get up and listen to you on ‘How you are supposed to leave because you both aren't married’ or some shit like that . You walk to the door when this person picks you up in bridal style and takes you back to bed.

How does it end?

You both are gonna stay awake the whole night . He might begin with kissing you but it's gonna lead to something else too.

Draco Malfoy

Do they wake you up?

Nada , nope . He doesn't. He'll get up , tuck you in the bed pretty well , turn on the ac , put the drapes and then he'll go out of the room and watch tv until you wake up and join him lmao .

Do they let you leave or make you stay?

You don't get a word . If he asks you to stay you stay , if he asks you to sit you're sat .(lmao those who understood the reel mention 🙌) . So in case you talk about leaving, he's gonna ask you to stay . And you cannot make him ask you again and again .

How does it end?

Many ways I can think of . If you're in the mood he would do it , if you're not , i think you both would end up cuddling on the couch and watching a movie , and soon you both would be sleeping on the couch. itself.

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Y/n: Ron hasn’t stopped staring through the window since the storm started

Y/n: I suppose i should let him in

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No Smut, this may change but for the moment/until i get comfortable i'm only writing fluffy, angsty and platonic relationships

I wont write about R@pe, Abu$e or ince$st

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Being in love with Ronald Bilius Weasley 

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𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚[part one]

𝗥𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗱 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝘅 𝗦𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

_𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗟𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻(𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗹𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻_

Amelia sighed as she watched them talk. It was painfully obvious that they liked each other. She watched them from afar sure it was creepy watching someone but Amelia couldn't care less.

"Amelia we have to go class is soon" Lewis said as he nudged her shoulder but it didn't stop her gaze from the red head and curly head. "Pitiful aren't they" Lewis said staring at them with her "disgusting true love" Amelia said as she gets up but in honesty she wanted that she wanted Ron to love her, she wanted it to be true love, not to be one sided like now.

"Ready to go" Lucian asked "not really but let's go" Amelia said as they walk to the exit. "What class do we have" Amelia asked making Lewis look down at the small paper he was holding "historical events of Salzar Slytherin" Lucian said "ugh some old guy" Amelia said groaning "better watch out he might haunt you" Lewis said making Amelia giggle.

"We're here" Lucian said as they enter Snape's class "Other houses are so lucky they only have one class with Snape as we have two" Amelia said as they both sit next to each other.

After a while Snape enters into the classroom. "Turn to page 436" Snape said in a monotone voice "as you will read you will learn the challenges and tragic events that Salzar Slytherin went through"Snape said as the students turn to the page 436.

After what felt like hours to his students he finally dismisses them. "I wish it was our free time already" Amelia said as she sits down on the bench "we have his class next" Lucian said reminding the h/c girl, groaning she gets up as they both enter the classroom once again.

On the board it had assigned seats. "Are you bloody serious" Amelia said as Lucian groans right behind her. "I have to sit next to Adrian" Lucian said "lucky I have to sit nex to.." Amelia said trying to find her name on th seating chart "Weasely" Amelia said as Lewis laughs at her.

"We better take our seats" Lucian said as he nudged Amelia "sod off" Amelia said before walking to her seat. Luckily for Amelia and Lucian, Lucian was sat behind her so before Ron could sit next to he she had the chance to talk to Lucian and Adrian.

"You two are so lucky I have to sit next to Weasely" Amelia said but in all honesty she liked no she loved the thought of sitting next to him but that didn't mean she wasn't ready or prepared to sit next to him.

"Amelia do you remember the Yule ball" Lucian  asked "of course I did it was so funny" Amelia said giggling at the memories of her and her friends "I remember you told me you wanted someone from Gryffindor to ask you out but I can't remember who" Lucian  said making Amelia turn a light shade of pink "yeah I remember when they didn't ask me Adrian took me instead" Amelia said trying to change the subject.

"Wow a Slytherin wanting a Gryffindor so tragic for the poor Gryffindor" a voice said turning to see who it was non other than Ron Weasley. "Mind your own business will you" Amelia said but it's not what she wanted to say she wanted to say "poor you that is' she wanted Ron to ask her out for the Yule ball but he didn't he took someone who was from Gryffindor who had a twin who was a muggle, someone who wasn't her.

Turning around Amelia was close to crying as she remembered how much she wanted to cry that night remembering seeing him with her even if the girl he was with didn't like his old handy down dress robes Amelia liked them she thought it was cute to her but he would never know. Resting her head on her hand she began to doodle on her notebook "what's that" Ron asked lookingl over "piss off Weasely" Amelia said moving her paper so he couldn't see.

Soon enough Snape entered the class but Amelia's thoughts were still on him on how he didn't want her on how he never ever wanted her.

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Waffles DNI{R.W.}

warnings: Reader has problems with waffles, terrible siblings, definite mentions of food

pairing: platonic!Ron x reader

word count: 883 words about hating waffles

A/N: So... for context... my mutuals and I probably should not hang out in real life. @authorofemotion​ started this. We’re all insane weirdos.

You and Ron were walking into the Great Hall together for breakfast after he waited patiently for you to get ready. It was nice having a friend as sweet as Ron, according to you. You two were talking about random things, Ron trying to analyze your dreams because of divination, and actively trying not to run into pillars, ghosts, or other students.

You two got to your house table and, despite sitting in front of the waffles, you took toast with butter for breakfast.

“Okay, I have to ask: What’s wrong with you?” Ron asked, pulling his plate closer to him. He’s always known you to not like waffles, for whatever reason.

“Lots of things,” You shrugged. “Please be more specific.”

“Why don’t you like waffles?” He asked, taking a bite of his own breakfast.

“They are of the devil,” You said dramatically. “Long story, don’t ask.”

He shrugged and kept eating. “Okay. Just know that I will ask for that story in the future.”

🧇 🧇 🧇

Ronald Bilius Weasley would not leave you alone. He thought it was so absurd that you didn’t like waffles. He’s seen you destroy pancakes like nobody’s business but waffles? They were made of the same batter and just had little pockets in them as syrup holders.

Every time Ron was about to ask for the waffle story either a teacher would start talking or he’d get distracted.

It was a long two hours in Ron’s eyes.

He forgot about it and never mentioned it for the rest of the school year.

🧇 🧇 🧇

“Hey Ronald!” You chirped, making your way to the Gryffindor table. Last day of term really does things for the happiness scale.

“Hey (Y/N), ready for summer?” He asked excitedly.

“Always! Which place are we heading to this time? Yours or mine?” You asked.

Ron thought about for a moment, at least, he looked like he was thinking. “Yours. Probably less chaotic than mine,” He decided.

You cringed at that assessment. “Really?”

“Yeah, you’re an only child right?” No answer. “Right?”

“... No...?” You said, trying to process what just came out of Ron’s mouth. “I thought it was common knowledge, I talk about my siblings all the time.”

“I have never once heard you talk about your siblings. Maybe you do to your housemates. How many siblings?” Ron groaned, wanting a semi-peaceful half of a summer break.

“... three,” You said quietly.

“Three? Oh thank the lord! I thought we were going to have the same amount from the way you were acting,” Ron said, clearly relieved at the information.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Alright, let’s get planning. We have all day today and on the train tomorrow.”

🧇 🧇 🧇

You had dressed comfortably in your muggle clothes for the long long train ride and had a bag of everything you thought you would need during it. Notebook, pens, pillow, blanket. Everything. Not necessities but nice to have for a long train ride.

You two planned, talked, and napped the entire time. It was fun. You failed to, however, prepare Ron for the chaos of your family.

“So... Are we going to talk about waffles now?” He asked awkwardly. “And why you hate them?”

Your eyes narrowed slightly at him. “If you must know... my siblings are animals. Probably stocked up on ingredients for them,” You huffed with your arms crossed.

“That doesn’t sound so bad. I wish my siblings would make me waffles.”

You laughed at Ron’s very innocent statement and didn’t say anything. Before long you were napping. Blissful sleep before the storm of waffles.

🧇 🧇 🧇

When it was time to get off the train it felt a little refreshing. It was nice to be back in London with nothing exciting happening and nothing that could traumatize you for life.

You got your things and basically dragged Ron to your parents. 

“Your parents seem like perfectly normal people,” Ron whispered.

“I never said my parents were animals, I said my siblings were,” You reminded him.

You could hear your dad laugh at what you said since, you know, you were only a few feet away from them and he probably heard you.

“Ready to go to the animal hut you guys?” Your mom asked, also probably hearing you.

“Yes!”

“Is it too late to go back?”

🧇 🧇 🧇

You were nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt as your mom unlocked the door. Knowing what was behind it you braced yourself. 

You knew it was going to come to a shock to Ron, which is why you decided to be a bad friend and not tell him.

The second that door opened and your parents were through you heard your siblings.

“(Y/N)’s home!” Followed by waffles being thrown at you. 

It was a storm of waffles. You immediately put your arms to your face and yell out. You grabbed Ron and headed for your room. You screamed and flailed your arms the whole way like someone would if there was a bug right by their ear.

You shoved Ron inside your room and slammed the door behind you. Slightly out of breath and leaning on the door.

“Now I see why you don’t like waffles,” Ron breathed out.

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REQUEST R OPEN AND I'M HERE TO WRITE

all the characters i write for

HARRYPOTTER

harry potter

hermione granger

ronald weasley

draco malfoy

fred weasley

george weasley

luna lovegood

blaise zabini

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This masterlist along with my others will be updated everytime a new story/fic is written or in the works of being written.

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Ever hear a song someone else is playing and just think "this is so marauders coded" BUT YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING CAUSE HOW ON EARTH ARE YOU GONNA EXPLAIN YOU HAVE CREATED YOUR OWN LITTLE WORLD BASED OFF THE HARRY POTTER FRANCHISE ABOUT HIS DAD AND 3 BEST FRIENDS.

[the-second-tonks]

Relationship things with Ronald Weasley

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Breaking into Hogwarts kitchens to eat and laugh . Probably steal food for later tonight.

Watching funny and cheesy romantic movies , enacting the same and laughing.

You being the grounding force whenever you both get lost in your bubble.

Crazily dancing to some muggle songs.

Fangirling over a common celebrity.

Study sessions turning into make out sessions. Well you both study each other at the end.

Molly scolding him in front of you , even revealing some of his embarrassing childhood habits which makes him say “Mum!” , while you're laughing. You tease him about them .

Molly supporting you in every argument between you and Ron, making him explain how he's wrong. She does the same to you but in a gentler way .

The day you call him Ronald, he knows he's either done something really screwy or you don't love him anymore (well he overthinks the latter and you have to reassure him).

Every Christmas , you receive the Weasely sweater. He gifts you loads of stuff that he can afford , most of them are hand-made Though . He took help from Hermione but he tried , okay?

Sweet morning kisses! And night hugs. And kisses in the morning that he steals from here and there.

Loads of “Well , y/n , actually—” from his side and “Ronald Weasely!” from your side.

Buying a new pet!

Him wanting to have a big family with you .

A happy , sweet ending in the end.

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