* BLOODY HELL !

happy birthday, ronald bilius weasley!  (March 1st, 1980)

Ronald Bilius Weasley, born 1st March 1980

Not so fast, Harry.

“From now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell ‘Die, Ron, Die,’ I’m chucking them in the bin where they belong.”

happy birthday ron weasley ♥

Happy Birthday to our King Ronald Weasley, (1/03/1980). Always makes us smile. 

Happy Birthday, Ron Weasley! (b. March 1st, 1980)

Happy Birthday, ♛ Ronald Bilius Weasley ♛  (1st March, 1980) “If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.”

private harry potter , hermione granger , and ron weasley of the harry potter saga , as written and loved by devin , elisabeth , and alexander .

(     @kingkeeper     +     @snitchsought     &     SOMETHING WE PLOTTED .     )

BLOODY FUCKING IDIOT .          that’s exactly how he feels   ,   word for word   ,   &   he knows it .     thawing on the rug   ,   sitting in silence   ,   guilt running through his veins .       (     sopping wet   ,   you deserve it .     what in the bloody fuck had you been thinking ?     the horcrux had warped you   ,   changed you enough that you truly believed that your two best friends were going behind your back   ,   that you believed that running out on them was a good idea .     it was only hermione   ,   screaming your name in the howling wind   ,   that had snapped you back to your senses .     that woman’d always be your saving grace .     )       when hermione speaks at last   ,   he can’t help to chuckle   ,   lowly   ,   underneath his breath .     would she follow through on her promise ?     most likely not   ,   but he’d be         WARY         anyways .                      ❛       ‘m sorry   ,   hermione .     won’t do it again .          ❜                     twisting around to glance over at harry   ,   he worries .     harry’d said nothing after he walked back in   ,   just turned   &   ventured off to make a pot of tea .       (     you’d wounded him   ,   you didn’t mean to .     but are your words still echoing around in his head ?     )       looking back over at hermione   ,   the atmosphere feels incredibly awkward .     how could he go back   &  fix the damage done ?

on the calves

she’s a mere     STORM     of a girl   ,   magic running in her veins   and   crackling at her fingertips .     she’s a bright mind   ,   the scent of parchment paper curling in the last rays of sunlight   ,   the feel of book pages underneath your hands .     she’s got the heart of a lion   ,   beauty in everything she does .