“Forward, right- that’s my foot.” You winced as Ron took a step back to apologize. “No no it’s alright, you almost got it!”

“I’m sorry, just nervous.” His voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his head.

“How come? The Yule Ball will be fun, have you gotten a date yet?”

You. Hopefully. He thought to himself. “Not yet, have to figure out how to ask them first.”

He wondered if you knew it was you he was talking about when you smiled at him and motioned for him to step forward.

The two of you had been practicing for nearly two hours now. Ever since the announcement of the Yule Ball and dance lessons starting immediately, Ron had somehow managed to still mess up—even if he had McGonagall to teach him.

“You don’t have to be nervous, I’m sure whoever you want to ask will say yes.” You said as you adjusted his hands to hold your waist while the other was clasped in yours. “Relax a bit, just follow me. It’s just us.”

One step forward. One to the right. Take a step back. One step forward. One to the right. Take a step back.

“You’re a natural! Whoever you ask would be an idiot to not say yes to you.” Your words caused his cheeks to flush a deep red but he hoped that somehow, despite the fact that you had been looking at him the whole time, that you wouldn’t notice the reaction you got from him.

He wondered if you’d ever notice it was you. It’s always been you, and he’d want it no other way. Regardless of whether you’re oblivious to the fact or not.

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“Love you,” George murmurs as he presses his lips against yours. You and George are stealing a bit of alone time together that is very hard to come by, seeing that his siblings, especially Fred, are always around.

No one knows you two have been dating for a few months now. You are simply not ready for everyone to know. Plus, you are just intimidated by his big family.

“Love you more, Georgie,” you sigh happily as you taste his warmth. He hates when people call him that, but you know he can never say no to you.

Suddenly, you both pull away from each other when you hear the doorknob turns.

Fred’s face pokes into the room and stares at your guilty faces suspiciously, “Um, whatcha doin’?”

“She’s suggesting ways to improve our products.” An excuse that always seems to distract Fred enough. “What do you want?” George replies impatiently.

The twin grins, “Well, let’s hear it then.” He lets himself in before George interrupts.

“No, you didn’t even knock. We’re not done yet. Get out!”

Fred’s eyes light up unexpectedly and he smirks. The realization is all written on his expression. “Mum said the dinner is ready, but, you two, take all the time you need.” Knowingly, he shuts the door quickly.

Tactician - Ron x Reader

You loved playing muggle chess, so when Ron asked you to play chess with him for the first time you couldn’t resist. When Ron’s knight took your pawn- the first casualty of the game- you sat with your eyes wide in shock.

“That is so badass.” You spent the rest of the game being in awe at how magical it was, and also how great a player Ron was. He loved to see that you were impressed, not caring that his chess set was a bit old and battered.

You put up a good fight, but towards the end of the game there was a very clear winner. Ron was just so good at thinking ahead and considering all sorts of scenarios that didn’t cross your mind. When he declared the inevitable “checkmate”, you’d already coined a nickname for him.

“That was brilliant, and from now on I’m calling you the Chess Tactician.”

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“Are you alright?” Sirius asks worriedly after hearing your cough for the third time within the minute.

“I’m fine,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on the book that you’ve been reading. You cough again.

“Can I get you anything to make you feel better? Some tea, perhaps?” He offers, touching your forehead with the back of his hand.

Pouting, you reply, “I just want some ice cream.”

“You know that’s not gonna help, love.” A small smile playing around his lips. “But I think I might know just the thing.”

Sirius bends down and gently kisses you on the lips, and on the nose, and then on the forehead.

Feeling his dark, long hair tickling your face, you giggle. “You know you’re probably going to get sick too, Black?”

“Don’t care, ‘cause you’re gonna kiss it better.” Sirius smirks.