#matchups

All these tales about its secret passageways, appearing rooms, and wandering ghosts seemed like they were true—no way anyone could’ve explored the entire castle.

“Posture, ladies.” Madam Maxine demanded, glancing over her shoulder as you all walked inside the warm castle. 

They called it the Great Hall.

I see why they call it so Great, you thought, looking around the beautiful room.

The smell of pumpkin and cinnamon wafted through the air; you noticed flickering, floating candles lingering in the air.

We were told to find a place to sit: no assigned seating or rules. Just finding a place to sit to eat dinner.

“Chloé,” You turned to your best friend. “That table, there?” You pointed to the table with a crimson table runner. 

Chloé nodded. “Sure. Next to that…boy?”

“...If it’s the only seat.”

You both glided over, noticing that sitting next to the certain ginger kid would be the only option.

“We might need to sit next to the redhead, Y/N.” 

“Ah non alors.” You sighed, taking a deep breath, then making your way to the boy. Tapping his shoulder politely, you murmured, “Excuse me.”

The boy turned his head, and once he locked eyes with you, his mouth agape.

It stayed like that—he carefully admired your face. 

Chloé snickered behind you, a hand over her mouth.

“Um…may my friend and I sit next to you?” You asked.

He blinked, lips still parted.

A bushy-haired girl who sat across from him pinched the bridge of her nose. “Seriously, Ron?”

“Uh—um—no.”

A moment of silence as he just stared at you.

You furrowed your brows.

“Abruti,” Chloé mumbled.

The girl across from him quickly kicked him under the table.

“Ouch! I mean- yes, you can sit here.” His ears went scarlet.

A boy with glasses next to the girl coughed into his goblet—suspiciously sounding like a laugh.

“Are we sure, Chloé?” You whispered sharply.

“There’s no other seat, Y/N,” Chloé muttered. “We would be lucky to find one in time.”

Sighing, you took a seat next to the ginger and Chloé on your other side. 

He was frozen. Maybe even lovestruck.

You sighed, getting the hint that he wouldn’t be the first to speak.

“I’m Y/N. This is my friend, Chloé.” You introduced yourself, hoping to break the ice. 

“I’m Hermione. This is Harry, and that,” Hermione pointed towards the ginger, “Is Ronald.”

“Ron.” He corrected, clearing his throat. “N-Nice to meet you, Y/N. And…Chloé.”

“Likewise.” You nodded. 

You folded your hands neatly in your lap, trying to remember everything Madam Maxime had told you about making a good impression.

Don't slouch.

Smile!

Don't talk too much.

Don't. Embarrass. Beauxbatons.

You caught Ron’s eye as he was mid-chew, then he quickly looked away. 

Two seconds later, you both looked at each other again.

“Is there a reason you keep looking at me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ron nearly dropped his fork.

“Wha—No!” Ron said, looking back to his half-full plate. “Sorry…”

“It’s okay.”

“Um…so,” Ron cleared his throat. “You’re from Beauxbatons?”

“Yes.” You replied shortly.

“So you’re from…France?” He questioned. Chloé suppressed a laugh beside you.

Hermione sighed. “Ron.”

“What?” The ginger frowned.

“Of course she’s from France.”

“I know. I…knew that.”

“Then why’d you ask?”

“Double-checking.”

Harry let a laugh slip out, causing him to cover it up with a cough immediately. Hermione glared at him.

“What?”

“Be nice, Harry.” Hermione glared.

“I was just clearing my throat!” Harry put his hands up in surrender.

“These people are hectic,” Chloé whispered. 

You nodded in agreement with an exaggerated sigh. “At least we will be entertained for our time here.”

You and Chloé continued eating dinner silently as the three bickered.

—

“Is it just me, or,” Chloé held onto the strap of her bookbag tighter. “That ginger boy—what’s his name?—is attached to you.”

“What makes you say that?” You frowned, knitting your brows.

“I don’t know, just the fact he’s always looking at you with an open mouth.” Chloé rolled her eyes. 

You waved a dismissive hand. “That’s ridiculous, and you know that.”

“No, it’s not—It’s the start of a love story!” She gushed.

“I already forgot his name, Chloé.” 

“Starts with a J…I think?”

“An R.”

“...Oh. Right.”

“Very helpful, Chloé.” Walking into the Great Hall for breakfast, your eyes immediately found his—the redhead. 

Chloé sighed dreamily, linking an arm with yours. “What did I tell you?”

“Y/N! Chloé!” Hermione called out, waving for you two to come over. 

Herm-own-ninnie. Is that her name? You thought in panic.

You sighed. “They miss us already.”

“Mignonne,” Chloé smirked, following you as you walked over. 

Mon Dieu, what is his name? You thought, awkwardly smiling at his taken-aback face. Red. He’ll be named Red.

“Good morning,” You greeted, taking a seat next to the ginger boy. 

“Hi.” He responded. “You smell good.”

The boy with the glasses—Harry—snickered silently. 

“...Thank you?” You raised an unsure eyebrow.

Hermione shut her eyes for a brief moment. "He means the bacon."

Ron cleared his throat. “Y-yeah, I mean this bacon smells incredible!”

Chloé scoffed beside you, and you pinched your lips in a straight line. 

“So…” Ron said. “How are you two liking, um, Hogwarts?”

“Very busy.” You replied.

“I got lost.” Chloé frowned. “This place is too big.”

“So very different than Beauxbatons?” Hermione questioned.

“Sure.” You patted your shirt down. “It’s…louder.”

A rough voice shouted somewhere down the table—A tall, ginger boy who looked somewhat similar to Ron.

“You owe me a Galleon, Lee!”

“Dimwit! You tricked me!” Another voice yelled. Laughter rose from the group of boys.

“You’ll get used to this after some time.” Hermione poked the fruit on her plate.

“Yeah…loud,” Ron mumbled, scratching the nape of his neck. “Do you like…anything…?”

You looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?”

Ron’s already red face deepened. “I mean, do you have any hobbies?” He gave you a sheepish smile. 

“Oh, yes, many.” You beamed. “Music—and I’m a big fan of collecting things as well.”

“Like what?” Ron asked, trying to flow the conversation.

“Dolls.”

He blinked at you.

“Sounds creepy, Y/N,” Chloe whispered, giggling.

Waving a hand, you politely corrected, “Not scary dolls—the dolls with the nice hair.”

“Oh. Right.” Ron crookedly smiled. 

“Oi!” A voice called out. You turned your head back to the group of rambunctious boys. 

All of them were looking at…

You?

Ron looked as well, shocked by the sudden interruption. 

“Is that your girlfriend, Won-won?” A redhead sniggered, pointing at you. The group roared in laughter. You glanced at the boy beside you—his whole face was flushed a shade of tomato-red.

“Ignore them, Ronald,” Hermione muttered, crossing her arms.

Ronald, you thought. That’s his name.

“Gonna go snog on her, Ronnie?” Another redhead hollered—who was identical to the other ginger—more laughter from the twins and the boys around them.

Ron scoffed dismissively, looking down at the table. 

“Do you know them?” You questioned.

“Yeah. They’re…unfortunately my brothers.” Ron responded. “Fred and George.”

“Are they…always this boisterous?”

“You won't ever catch a second of them being quiet.” 

You hummed. “They remind me of children.”

“We heard that!” The twins said at the same time. 

You and Ron immediately looked at the playful redheads.

 Fred clutched his chest. “We’ve been insulted.”

“By the French, Freddie!” George dramatically gasped.

Ron laughed—and you did too.

Your real laugh.

You hadn't…expected it.

Without the nervous stammering or deeply red cheeks, his laugh was contagious—enough that you couldn't help but giggle as well.  

“You didn’t deny it, Ronnie,” George smirked. “Have you even asked her yet?”

You didn’t know how it was possible, but Ron flushed a deeper shade of red.

“Ask her what?” Ron’s eyes went wide.

“Asked her out,” Fred responded. 

Ron groaned, running a hand down his face. “Of course not, we just met.”

“You poor lad.” George teased. Then, his eyes flickered to you, his lips drawn with a sad smile. “He’s been drooling over you for the past three days-”

“Shut it, George.” Ron hissed.

“Just the truth, little brother.” George put his hands up in retreat. “Time to make a move, yeah?”

As the twins returned to conversation with their friends, Ron played with the hem of his shirt.

You knew how siblings were—always joking and teasing after little things.

Yet…

Ron never denied anything. 

And those twins sounded awfully convincing.

—

“Fleur Delacour…”

“...She’s always been an outgoing one…”

“Connasse…”

You walked past familiar Beauxbatons students as they gossiped in small circles. 

The Triwizard Tournament competitors had been chosen—

Viktor Krum.

Cedric Diggory.

Fleur Delacour.

…and somehow, Harry Potter.

Most of the Beauxbatons girls seemed more upset about Fleur being chosen than Harry unexpectedly entering the Tournament.

You, however, had something else on your mind:

The Yule Ball.

“What color dress should I ask my mum to send?” Chloé piped excitedly beside you. “I was thinking something bright. Happy.”

“Hm.” You looked her up and down. “A nice baby pink.”

“I said a bright color, not a gender reveal party color.” Chloé huffed.

“Okay, then a bright pink.”

“That works.”

"And me?"

Chloé stepped back dramatically, folding her arms as she inspected you from head to toe. “A dark blue—Ooh! Maybe a turquoise?”

You raised your eyebrows in satisfaction. “I could see that.”

A squeal came from a distance. Looking over, you saw a boy and a girl tightly hugging each other, with a group of people surrounding them.

“What’s going on over there?” Chloé whispered.

You shrugged. “No clue.”

“Of course I’ll go with you!” You heard the smiling girl say. 

You frowned. “It’s…a proposal.”

“They’re getting married?” Chloé asked.

Shaking your head, you laughed. “No, Chloé, a proposal for the Yule Ball.” 

“You scared me for a second, Y/N. Thought I was falling behind already.”

You burst out laughing. “Oh, Chloé. Something new with you every day.”

Chloé grinned, then it slowly faltered. “Who are we going to…go with?”

For a moment, you looked away.

Who would we go with? 

"I'm sure it'll work itself out." You nudged her shoulder. "Some poor boy is bound to gather enough courage eventually."

Chloé nodded, still concerned. “I hope that poor boy is hot.”

Snickering, you both walked into the castle and headed for the library. 

The castle corridors glowed with warm candlelight. For once, the halls weren't filled with laughter or rushing footsteps. Just quiet.

Turning the corner, you bumped into someone.

A familiar someone.

“Merlin, do people watch where they’re-” The ginger boy muttered. His eyes met yours, and his face softened. “Sorry—I didn't know it was you.” 

“No, it’s okay.”

“What’re you doing here?”

“Writing letters to our mums.” You replied. 

“For our dresses!” Chloé added excitedly.

Ron nodded along, dreamily looking at you; furrowing your brows, you tightened the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Oh…for the Yule Ball?”

“Yes.” You shifted uncomfortably on your feet. “What are you…doing?”

“Avoiding someone,” Ron mumbled.

“Ah, I see.” You smiled. “Well, we’re going to…go.”

“Yup. See you…around, Y/N.” Ron crookedly smiled as you passed by. The library was in sight, the doors open and softly lit.

It was a simple step away.

One beat.

Then—

“Wait!” A voice called out. You turned around and saw Ron jogging towards you. 

“Yes?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Are you–wait, I don’t want to sound weird,” Ron looked at the ground. “Do you have an idea of who you’re…going with?”

This caught you by surprise.

“To the Yule Ball?” You inquired.

“...Yes.” 

“...No. Not yet, at least.” You tilted your head to the side. “Why?”

Ron’s ears burned red. “For no particular reason…just… wondering.”

You huffed a laugh. “Okay. See you later.” Turning on your heel, you walked back into the quiet library with Chloé.

She rubbed your shoulder, mumbling, “So oblivious.”

“Huh?” You looked at her, confused.

“Nothing.”

—

A week before the Yule Ball.

Your dress had come in, thanks to your gorgeous barn owl, Critter.

It was a dark turquoise dress with a black lace rim that accentuated your frame.

“Magnifique.” Chloé breathed, picking up the silky dress and admiring it. 

“Yours is cuter.” You rolled your eyes at her astonishment.

“This?” She waved her wand, floating a glittery neon pink dress. “This is cuter?”

“You asked for something ‘bright,’ Chloé.” You snickered. “It looks nice on you anyway.”

She scoffed, swishing the highlighter of a dress away. “I can’t wait to see this dress on you, Y/N. I’ll do your hair, too!”

You smiled. “Let’s think about our dates before we think of hairstyles.”

Chloé frowned. “Right. A week away. Still no hot boy.”

Smiling to yourself, you folded the dress and slid it beneath your bed before smoothing the wrinkles from your uniform. “Should we walk around Hogwarts?”

“And see our options?”

“What else would we do?”

With a grin, Chloé linked her arm with yours. You both exited the Beauxbatons Carriage and entered the castle.

As you both walked in silence, you thought to yourself.

Four boys had already asked me. I rejected every single one of them.

Who am I waiting for? 

Why do I feel…

Incomplete?

The castle buzzed with excitement.

Nervous boys approached giggling groups of girls.

Tearful students walked away after being rejected.

…Some were snogging.

You scowled as you saw a couple making out in one of the empty corridors.

“So, where’re we going to go first?” Chloé asked. 

You attempted to say her name. “Herm-own-ninnie.” 

“The bushy-haired girl?”

You nodded. “She must’ve gotten a date already, no?”

“What are you implying?”

“She’s pretty.”

“She is.” Chloé went quiet for a moment—for a bit too long.

You raised an eyebrow, questioning, “What’re you thinking about?” 

“...Nothing.”

“When you say nothing, you’re thinking about everything.” You playfully nudged her arm. “What is it?”

“Do you think…” Chloé started, then she shook her head. “...It’s a crazy thought, Y/N.”

“Even better. Tell it.”

“Maybe Ron and Hermy…own-ninnie…are already going together.”

Your steps faltered.

Your stomach twisted.

Ron’s awkward smile flickered through your mind.

Going…together?

Her and Ron…?

“Y/N…?” Chloé murmured.

You blinked, looking at her again. 

“What happened?” Chloé rubbed your shoulder, looking at you with a raised brow. 

You shook your head, forcing your feet to move. “I thought I forgot something.”

Both of you wandered down a quiet, unfamiliar hallway—then heard voices.

“You know he won't have the guts to do it, Harry.”

“Well, he’ll have to find a way.”

Herm-own-ninnie and Harry Potter, you thought. 

“Ronald’s a wussy when it comes to girls!” Hermione said exasperatedly. 

“What’re they talking about?” Chloé whispered.

“Must be about…Ron.” You mumbled. Taking a sharp turn, you avoided the two. 

“I thought we were going to talk to her-?”

“Never mind.” You scowled. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Yes. Let’s find you a date-”

“Y/N! Chloé!”

Both of you turned around, facing Hermione and Harry jogging toward you.

“...Hi,” You said a little stiffly.

“Hello,” Hermione caught her breath. “Found anyone yet?”

“No.” You bit the inside of your cheek, looking away from her face. 

“Perfect.” Harry grinned. “Told you, ‘Mione.”

“You haven’t got one either, Harry.” Hermione scoffed. 

“Oh…right.”

“Chloé, have you got a date?” Hermione chirped.

Your friend shook her head. “I’ve been asked, but they're all…ugly.”

Hermione stifled a laugh. “Tell me about it.”

“Do you have one?” Chloé asked.

“Yes!” The brunette girl beamed. “It’s…a secret, though.”

Harry groaned. “She won’t budge. Tried to get her to say, but nothing.”

A pause.

Your eyes widened in a sudden realization.

“...A secret…”

“…Tried to get her to say something…”

Harry would’ve known if Ron asked Hermione…

That means Ron hasn’t asked her.

Your shoulders relaxed.

“A secret love story? How adorable!” Chloé gushed, breaking through your thoughts. Holding onto Hermione’s hands, Chloé rambled, “I’ve read hundreds of romance stories about stuff like this—”

“Ron doesn’t have a date yet, yeah?” You asked Hermione. She froze, eyebrows raised.

“Um- no! Not yet. We’ve been…trying to get him to get one.” Hermione said quickly. 

Harry nodded along in agreement. “He has an eye out for someone, though.”

Hermione nudged him—a bit too hard—which caused Harry to grunt. 

“Mione!”

“You, know, we have things to do, Harry!” Hermione smiled hard, pulling Harry’s arm. “We’ll see you two later!” 

You watched them as they walked down the corridor, quietly arguing.

Ron has an eye out for someone?

—

You exited the peaceful library, your mind on one thing: going to the Owlery.

You promised your mum you would send her updates on how Hogwarts was.

‘It seems like all the students there have something to pawn about.’ Your mum had written, which made you laugh—because it was true.

You traced your thumb over the folded parchment in your hand.

Then, you heard someone say your name.

“Y/N!”

 Looking up, you saw Ron.

You simply waved, offering a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi, Y/N.” Ron awkwardly grinned. “Thought you’d be here.”

Heat flushed to your face. “You thought I’d be here?”

“Well- I wasn’t stalking you or…anything.” His voice got smaller. “I knew you liked going to the library.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Writing another letter?” Ron nodded to the parchment in between your fingers.

“Yes. To my mum—she’s wondering what Hogwarts is like.” You replied. “Want to…walk with me?”

Ron’s lips parted. “Wha- Yes, of course!” He cleared his throat. “Sorry…that sounded overly…excited.”

You softly laughed and went on your way to the Owlery, Ron closely on your side. 

“So…what did you write in your letter?” Ron questioned, looking down at you. He was surely taller—which was embarrassing for you.

“I said I liked the weather and the atmosphere. Very calming…sometimes.” You fiddled with the corner of the parchment. “And I said…I liked the people here.”

He raised an eyebrow. “The people? Some of them are…well, snobbish.”

You snickered. “I know. The Slytherins—very rude. But I wrote about Hermy-own-ninnie, Harry, and…you.”

Ron’s steps almost stopped. “Me?”

“Yes, you.”

Ron stayed quiet for a second. 

“Are you alive?” You joked, nudging his arm.

“Y-Yeah. I’m breathing.”

‘I’d hope so.” Climbing up the spiraling steps, you recalled, “You know, I used to call you Red in my head.”

“Red?” Ron huffed a laugh.

“Your hair. It’s red.”

“That’s…cute.”

Your head snapped to look at him. “Cute?”

Ron almost choked on his spit. “No- not like that- just-” He sighed, running a hand down his face. “I wasn’t supposed to say that aloud.”

You burst out in genuine laughter at his flustered state. 

“Don’t laugh, I’m already struggling.” Ron groaned. 

You patted his shoulder. “You’re very funny, Red. I laugh a lot when I’m with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” You smiled. Then, you looked around the area. “The Owlery’s around here, no?”

“Yeah. Follow me.”

“Better not be leading me to anywhere scary.”

Ron snickered. “Can’t promise that.” Walking down a busy corridor, Ron asked, “What’s redhead in French?”

“Roux.” You answered. “Ginger.”

Ron replied with a short hum. He led you inside the Owlery, and you went to Critter. 

“Hi, Critter.” You said quietly, patting her head. You tied your letter to Critter’s leg and whispered, “To mum. She’ll be home.”

Your owl chirped, then flew off. You turned, facing Ron again, and walked out of the Owlery with him.

“So, Roux,” You started, wandering down the corridor. “Who are you going to the-”

“Excuse me,” A rough voice said. A tall boy unexpectedly stood in front of you, looking completely bored and uninterested.

“...Hi?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Can you be my date for the Yule Ball?” The boy asked huskily.

You frowned; Ron stood up straighter, moving closer to your body.

Scowling, you replied sourly, “That’s not how you ask a girl out.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t ask a girl out like this.” 

“Why does it matter?” He furrowed his brows.

“Effort matters.”

Other students and passersby looked at both of you.

“Don’t embarrass me. I just need someone.”

“...Abruti.”

“Huh?”

“Idiot.” You said, raising your voice. “Is that loud enough, or do you need me to write it down?” 

A group of girls giggled at the scene.

Walking past the dumbfounded boy with a scoff, Ron caught up to you.

“You were glaring at him.” You said quietly.

“He’s…rude. That’s all.”

“I wasn’t going to say yes.” 

He looked at you with gentle eyes. “I know. You wouldn’t settle for a lame.”

You laughed, smacking his shoulder. “Oh, Red.”

—

-Ron’s POV-

‘Dear Dad, 

Could you send me a Muggle cassette? Rock music, if you've got one.

It's for a girl. She’s pretty cool, and I want to ask her to the Yule Ball.

Don't tell Mum.

-Ron.’

After looking over it, he folded the parchment and sent it off with Pig.

“Ron, what’re you doing here?” 

He turned around, facing his little sister, Ginny, with Hermione.

“You two. Hi.” Ron scratched the nape of his neck. “Sent a letter to Dad. Why?”

“I dunno, maybe because there are like a dozen bouquets in the common room!” Ginny hissed. “Get back in there before someone’s allergies start flaring up!”

He ran a hand down his face. “I forgot about those.”

“You sent a letter to Mr. Weasley about what?” Hermione asked, following Ginny and Ron down the corridors.

“For a Muggle rock cassette. Y/N likes music.” Ron replied. “Never mind that, I don’t know what to do with the flowers. Are there seriously that many?”

“Ginny’s exaggerating. I bet there aren’t that many…” Hermione trailed off as the three entered the Gryffindor common room.

Stacks of dark-colored bouquets were piled in the common room. 

“Bloody hell.” Ron groaned. 

“Is she a florist?” Ginny snickered. 

“Ron, she doesn't need twenty bouquets,” Hermione huffed, face-palming. 

“Won-won! Who’re these flowers for?” George called out from a corner. 

“Are these all for me?” Fred teased.

"Bit subtle, aren't you?" George joked, stifling a laugh. “Could use another dozen.”

“Or two,” Fred added.

“Maybe three?”

“I’m going to throw you both in the lake,” Ron muttered.

“We can use the flower petals to set up a proposal spot,” Hermione offered. “If they’re too many, we can just…give them to couples!”

“Then we use the rose thorns to poke Fred and George.” Ginny grinned.

“Heard that!” The twins said in a sing-song voice.

“Good plan, ‘Mione. I’ll just…choose a good bouquet for now.” Ron sifted through the twenty-something batches of glittery-dark blue roses.

After picking out a chunky batch, he looked to Ginny and Hermione for confirmation.

“Pretty.”

“Looks like moonlight.”

“Okay. I just need the cassettes, then we’ll be set, yeah?” Ron held onto the bouquet tightly, securing them so the petals wouldn’t fall.

“You’ll be all set. Harry still needs a date.” Hermione sighed. “McGonagall’s on his tail about it.”

“Send him with Chloé?” Ginny suggested. 

Ron nodded. “That’s…not too bad of an idea.”

“Merlin, I hope Harry doesn’t mess that up.” Hermione huffed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Later that night…

Ron,

Went to one of those Muggle shops. 

Picked out a few of them—I didn’t know which one that special girl would like.

Molly was pressing, but I kept my word.

Good luck, kiddo.

Love, Dad.

–

-Y/N’s POV-

You had finished your daily reading session in the comfortable library. The winter air was sweet, yet cold. 

Slipping your thick book back into your bookbag, you headed down the empty hallways. The sun was setting, so the windows let in the honey-colored lighting.

“Y/N!”

You turned around and saw a nervous-looking Ron jogging towards you.

Grinning, you waved. “Hi, Red.”

Freezing, Ron’s cheeks flushed a deep red at the name.

“Hi.” He took a deep breath, trying his hardest to maintain eye contact.

“What’s…going on?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Um- oh, nothing. I just…wanted to…talk to you.” Ron cleared his throat. “Library again, huh?” 

You continued your stroll. “Mhm. I’m almost done with my book.”

“What’s your book about?”

“Music.”

“Oh, right…You love music; can’t forget.” Ron mumbled. “How’s…Critter?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Critter’s…alright.” 

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to ask that.” Ron scratched his head. “Can we…walk outside?”

“Outside?”

“Yeah. N-nice weather.”

“...Okay, sure.”

Exiting the castle, the green grass waved in melody with the gushing wind. Clouds scattered the yellow-blue sky. 

Ron suddenly stopped walking, and you did too. 

“Red, what’s…going on?”

“Um…Y/N,” Ron started, his body slightly trembling from nervousness. “I know you love rock music…music in general- I don’t know if you liked the instruments or the actual music-”

“Red.”

“Yeah?” Ron looked at you.

“You’re rambling.” You giggled.

“I-I know. Sorry.” He cleared his throat again. “I got you these.” Sticking his hand out, he held a stack of cassette tapes, tied together with a blue ribbon.

“Red!” You squealed, taking the cassette tapes and admiring them. “Oh my goodness, Red, this is amazing!”

“Dad wasn't sure what counted as rock.”

You laughed, then hugged him.

A soft, gentle hug that proved your appreciation more than your words ever could.

“Thank you, Ron. So much.”

Ron completely froze.

Then, awkwardly, he hugged you back.

Letting go of his body, you saw Ron blush, massaging the nape of his neck.

“You’re welcome. It’s…nothing.” Glancing behind him, he murmured, “There’s more.”

“More? What else is there?”

“Take a look.”

You both walked to a small garden, surrounded by green shrubs, and there you saw it—

Flower petals shaping an embarrassingly big heart.

You burst out laughing. “Oh my goodness, Red, this is hilarious.”

He turned a shade of magenta. “The flowers weren’t my idea…at least the heart of flowers.” 

“I really love the colors; it matches my Yule Ball dress…” You trailed off, then your eyes went wide.

The Yule Ball.

Your eyes drifted from the flowers...

...to the cassette tapes in your hands.

...to Ron.

Oh.

This wasn't just a gift…

This was a…

“Y/N…” Ron said quietly, silencing your train of thought.

You slowly faced him, lips parted.

“I remembered what you said,” He started, looking down at the grass. “About effort.”

You felt your heartbeat in your throat.

Why were your palms so sweaty?

“Will you…” He winced, then recollected himself. “Will you…be my date to the Yule Ball?”

Your heart dropped at the words; it was like your legs turned into jelly.

Butterflies filled your stomach as a small smile grew on your lips.

"...It's alright if you've already got someone-”

“Of course I’ll be your date!” You beamed, embracing him again. 

“Wha-?”

“Yes, Red, I’ll be your date,” You giggled, parting from his body.

Ron stared at you. "...Really?"

"Really."

A grin slowly spread across Ron’s face. "Blimey."

"What?" 

"I thought I was going to throw up."

You burst into laughter. "You looked like you might."

He nodded to behind you. “So…honest thoughts on the flower heart…thing?”

“Still hilarious to me.”

“Fred and George.”

“Yeah. Figured.”

As the two of you walked back toward the castle, the cassette tapes rested safely in your arms.

The Yule Ball was still a long, treacherous week away.

Somehow, you had a feeling in your chest that it would be your favorite night of the year.

Your Freak Circus matchup is… PIERROT !!

• Pierrot is the perfect fit for you! If not, I’m sure he’ll make himself to be your favorite.

• Seeing you everyday frequent different styles is so enchanting to him. He adores you in anything, but if you’re wearing something circus themed or gorgeous, like a nice pin-up suit, he might not be able to contain himself.

• Pierrot is extremely good with pronouns, and always calls you “My Lord”. Anyone who harasses you blatantly aren’t allowed to live after he’s done with them..

• Pierrot is VERY clingy, and most of all wouldn’t leave us out unless he knows you’re safe. There will be times you look to your corner and swear you’ve seen their eyes on you.

• Whatever career you decide to do, Pierrot believes you are and amazing at what you do.m.. but if it has anything to do with performance art, he’d shut that down immediately. You are NOT joining The Freak Circus. It’s too dangerous.

• Pierrot likes to do anything, as long as you’re there with him. He’s not a picky guys. <3

• Your freedom is a weird situation. You’re mostly free, but there’s some strings Pierrot makes gut be pulling. Usually harmless.. if you keep liking him that is.

• It’s hard to tell, though on another note, he seems to follow you around like a lost puppy at times. Like I said, I believe he just wants to be included in your world, nothing more.

• He loves how nice and caring you can be! Although in the back of my mind I know he might be getting a little jealous at the person you show the slightest affection for. Usually he lets it slide.. unless you’re a certain green asshole.

• He never gets annoyed with you. Maybe frustrated if you ever deny him or he gets worried, but never annoyed.

• You’re very smart too! He hopes with your smarts you can evade the other members of the Circus, even just a little. Though he also doesn’t mind coming to your rescue.

• He laughs at your jokes all the time, even if they aren’t funny. You usually can’t tell if he finds them all genuinely funny or if he’s just doing it for you. Either way, it means well.

• So obviously he’s a monster, but we don’t know exactly what kind. Seeing as his silhouette is fluffy and has horns, I assume he’s some type of mammal. Alas, he’s not a spirit.. but he might ask you if you could reach an old girl he used to know..

• He loves learning new languages! He tends to pick them up very easily, and I bet he’d love to learn more, especially from you.

• Ahh! You have so many hobbies! It’s great for you and Pierrot, as you’ll both have lots of time to indulge in them! If anything, he likes the performing arts hobbies you have.. although, as long as it’s not in the circus.

• Pierrot’s favorite thing aside from you is baking! He adores doing it with, in fact, I think it might be his favorite.

• He also likes learning about your different heritages along with all the languages you speak. Although, he is quiet about his own heritage to an extent.. he’d rather hear you talk.

• He’d also love to learn and practice your religion with you, if that’s something you allow!

• He always catches you in your clumsy moments. Ever since he showed up in your life, you don’t think you’ve ever hit the floor or broke something ever again.

• Pierrot is a HUGE snuggle bug. He always knows how to comfort, raise, and cuddle you when you’re stressed out. If it’s something in particular, he may get rid of the stress manually while you’re off doing something else. A part of him hates seeing you like this.. though he doesn’t want to admit the other half to your face just yet..

• He is a big gift giver. He’s constantly handing you unhullucinogened food and trinkets from the Circus. They’re always merch that represents him, just so everyone else knows you’re his.. y’know?

• He thinks it’s really cute to see you fidget around, though he stops it when you start to hurt yourself. At that point he usually goes into comfort mode, like getting you a fidget toy or letting you fidget with his costume.

• He always seems to be lingering around, no matter where you go. You rarely get alone time unless you tell him directly. Honestly, it’s his way of showing love.

• Pierrot is a very obsessive, but I think he’s just the kind of lover you need. An attentive one that understands you inside and out.

Your Angels of Death matchup is… ZACK FOSTER !!

• So, I’m not gunna lie. This one was difficult. It was definitely between Zack and Daniel, but looking closer, Zack would definitely give you a lot more independence while Daniel would rather keep you fully contained, like a doll in a glass case. Thus, it’s why I pushed towards Zack a little more. I really think your humor would mesh well!

• He always thinks you look nice in whatever clothes you wear, but he tends to like the darker alternative the most. He doesn’t compliment you all the time, so cherish them when they ARE given.

• He may poke a little fun at your obsessive behavior, but not notice how obsessive HE can be on the contrary. He’s a loyal guy I would think to his special someone.

• When you stress out, he’s not the best comforter. He mostly sits there in silence, or if you particularly piss him off, he may call you a "baby". Though secretly, behind the scenes.. you’ve been noticing your stressors

• He likes the idea of freedom, but of course in his own twisted way. He always encourages you to go total apeshit all the time.

• He doesn’t often like being the leader, so he likes seeing you take control even if he can take care of himself to an extent.

• If you get WAAYYY too annoying, and he may yell. Although, you can yell back at him if he gets annoying too. People on the outside think you both hate each other, but that mean back-and-forth is just your way of affection.

• Zack isn’t the brightest, so he often looks up to you to learn things. Especially reading. Seeing you are multilingual, I think that would be a good pastime for both of you if you helped him read. (You’ll need a lot of patience though..)

• He finds you really funny! You both tend to crack jokes in the heat of the moment, which makes for really funny and memorable moments for the both of you. I can imagine you both having a bunch of inside jokes.

• I’m not gunna lie, he probably called bullshit when you said you were a medium at first. As you start to prove yourself to him more and more, he doesn’t tease you as much about it. In certain instances he might even think it’s really cool!

• One thing he really likes about you is your versatility. You’re a jack of all trades, something he clearly isn’t. He thinks it’s nice.

• He seems to always be there to catch you if you fall, like grabbing you by your shirt and pulling you back up. He will tease you though, fair warning.

• He likes being out and about, so I’m sure dates where you guys just go around random places would be common.

• I like to think he’s a gift giver. Very much: “this reminded me of you” type gifter though. And uh.. usually they’re stolen gifts. But I guess it’s the thought that counts?

• Only he gets to hurt you, no one else. You’re his kill. That includes you. You’re not allowed to hurt yourself.

• He’s independent only to a certain degree, otherwise he’ll crash out from frustration lol! But yes, he does give you your alone time.

• Religion is a touchy subject. He’ll let you do what you want, but after you get angry or sad because he mocks your religion, he’ll back away indefinitely.

• I’m really dragging it here since the fellas in the game/anime are either minors or evil af.. I really hope you like him. ^^

Your Sally Face matchup is… LARRY JOHNSON !!

• This one’s a given! Larry is definitely the one for you! I can see you with Sally too!

• He thinks you look stunning in any types of clothes you wear. He likes matching outfits too, so he’d love to do that with you too!

• He’s also great with pronouns! Most of the friend group is queer or queer adjacent, so it’s not something he’s not used to.

• You two often have chill sessions where you just chill out in his room and talk. Often in those moments, he reassures you he’ll never leave, and often talks about how much he really, really loves you.

• He’s surprisingly really good with his words, probably due to his own struggles with mental health. That being said, he knows how you feel. And knows exactly what to say to you to comfort you.

• He’s very into punk beliefs as well! You both have a similar mindset.

• He’s also into the freedom ideology too. He often feels shackled down, or carrying immense guilt, so he likes the idea of being free from that.

• Where’s you’re a leader, Larry often like to take place as second in command, or a side kick. He’s always right by your side, and your biggest cheerleader!

• Seeing as you can be very energetic, it’s a nice contrast to his chill vibes. He can be excited from time to time, depending on the subject.

• Like Zack, he definitely needs your smarts. While Larry is probably a little more educated than Zack if, he can sometimes be an oblivious dumbass. Thus, he needs you to point some things out to him.

• He thinks it’s SO COOL that you’re a medium! He might ask a ton of questions about it since he’s so interested, and even tries doing practices with you!

• While he’s unaware of what you’re saying when you switch up languages, he thinks it’s really pretty coming from your mouth. He might ask you to learn, but I fear he’ll give up within the span of a week lol.

• He indulges your art hobbies practically all the time! It’s his favorite hobby after all. You guys like to paint and draw while you’re hanging out in his room too!

• While his reflexes aren’t as fast to catch you or things when they fall, but he’s very nice about it. He always picks you or the object back up, and usually apologizes for no reason.. like, he didn’t even trip you?? You’re the klutz, he just picked you up! Why is he apologizing??

• He likes to try a bunch of different things when it comes to dates. Rage rooms, movies, restaurants, stay at home..? He’s down for anything. He often asks the places you want to go, and builds the rest of the day off of that.

• He also loves giving gifts! Majority of the time they’re something he made himself, like an art piece!

• He thinks it’s cute when you fidget, although he gently stops you if it ever becomes harmful, usually with quiet words and maybe even slow, soft touches; if you allow them.

• He’s not a very religious guy himself, he lets you do whatever you like. He sees it just as another unique thing that makes you the way you are.

• Larry is absolutely smitten for you, without a doubt. You truly make his heart flutter with you just being yourself.

Your Homicipher matchup is… MR. CRAWLING !!

• Out of everyone, I think Mr. Crawling himself would be a good match for you!

• He always has heart eyes for you (even if you can’t see them). You could wear a banana costume and he’d still have little hearts floating above his head.

• While he might not talk much, he’s constantly near you. If you tell him to leave, he’ll leave, but usually he’ll just be right outside the room you’re in anyway. He’s a lost puppy without you.

• When you’re stressed, he often wipes away any tears you have, hugs you, and even tries to make you laugh by doing random stupid shit. Surprisingly, he’s good at cheering you up.

• He really likes the energy you radiate. In fact, he likes that you can be a little expressive, since you both have a language barrier.

• He always does his goofy aah laugh around you when you make jokes, even if they aren’t funny as well. He doesn’t interact with a lot of people, so any jokes that he hears are usually creative and witty.

• I’m not sure what Mr. Crawling is exactly.. whether it be some random entity or a sprit within Mr. Scarletella’s realm. Either way, it fits nice with you being a medium.

• Seeing as you picked up so many other languages, his is just another one to add to your belt. He’ll help you learn his, and if possible, maybe he’ll even learn yours.

• He usually goes along with anything. Whatever hobby catches your interest in a certain moment, he’ll usually tag along and do it with you.

• It’s the same thing for dates. I don’t even know if he knows what the concept of a date is, so usually you’ll initiate them, and he’ll take them as: “Oh, Khalid is being nice to me!! 🥳“

• He gives gifts for sure! It’s like a cat giving offerings to its owner.

• Being the leader you are, he naturally fits into being your side kick, always backing you up and even protecting every chance he has.

• He’s kind of unaware of how your fidgets can hurt you until he starts to see any marks. When he does, he goes straight into comfort mode, or asks strings of questions, like: “are you sad? Why are you doing this to yourself? Are you okay?”

......Riyo from gachiakuta!

YESSS! I was so excited to pair you up with her! She's such a cool girl and I personally feel would absolutely love your vibe!

As your partner, she'd definitely be interested in your hobbies. She'd sit behind you, chin resting on your shoulder as you game. Would definitely be biting you in the middle of a tense moment.

Riyo's been through a lot and she might not seem like the most romantic person but honestly? She is. Very much.

She adores watching you put on new outfits, swatting your ass whenever she passes by and playing with your hair. She would show her affection through quality time- randomly coming over and sitting next to you, leaning against your frame as she finally gets to relax.

Surprises you with spontaneous dates! Would love to take you out for anything and everything- from a fancy (or as fancy as it gets in the Ground) dinner to a random walk around the city. She's got her hand in yours, humming happily, gazing at you like you hung the moon.

Riyo is loyal af. And would fight anyone who tries to be rude to you. No one messes with her partner.

In the end, you are her safe space. Her calm in this world of chaos. And she will forever love you for that.

Here's a snippet for you ⊹₊ ⋆

Riyo yawned as she struggled not to fall asleep on your shoulder as you read a manga before bed. Curious, she peered over at the books, eyes flicking over the different characters as she gently blew on your neck causing you to shiver.

"Riyo...", you started, eyes darting over to her for a moment.

"Yeah? Something happened?"

You chuckled as you shake your head, eyes back onto the manga you were reading.

Suddenly it went quiet. Too quiet.

You carefully look to the side to see-

"RIYO! No biting!"

She pouted as she went back just kissing your shoulder.

"Kill-joy..."

"You love me", you teasingly reminded her causing her to look away to hide her smile.

"Yeah I love you...and you love me too, don't forget."

You laughed softly, once again turning back to the manga. Riyo gazed at your concentrated face, lips parted as you go through each sentence with invigorating anticipation and she felt her heart stop for a moment.

Face flushing, she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. You turned to face her surprised- when she placed another gentle one to your lips, her hands reaching up to cup your face.

Pulling away after what seemed to be a very short period of time, she smirked causing you to slowly break out of your daze as her eyes wandered to your neck-

"Just one...I'll be quick."

"Riyo...no- no biting- RIYO- "

Too late.

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Blood and Chocolate

Aiden Galvin 

Vivian Gandillon

Creepypasta

Any (I'm trusting y'all to not get weird with it)

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Life Is Strange

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Helena Harper

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Mia Winters

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Adam (Adam 2009)

Clay Jensen (13 Reasons Why, 2017)

Kerry Eurodyne (Cyberpunk 2077, 2020)

Luke Brandon (Confessions of a Shopaholic, 2009)

Luke Nightingale (Daniel isn't Real, 2019)

Ren Hana (Boyfriend To Death, 2016)

Sal Fisher (Sally Face, 2016)

Sam Winchester (Supernatural, 2005)

Wade Felton (House Of Wax, 2005)

Wrench/Reginald Blechman (Watch Dogs 2, 2016)

Stardew Valley

Abigail

Alex

Elliott

Emily

Haley

Harvey

Leah

Maru

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Sam

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Shane

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Kaitlyn Ka

Laura Kearney

Max Brinly

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Ryan Erzahler

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Louis (Telltale)

Violet (Telltale)

Carl (ABC)

Javier (Telltale)

Maggie (ABC)