#ron x reader

RonWeasley x fem!reader

Summarize: You’re at a party in the Gryffindor common room, get too drunk and spill beer in your clothes. Your best friend Ron, who’s also drunk, just a little less, takes you to a bathroom and helps you clean yourself. (Which ends in something else).

trigger warning: slight smut; mention of heavy drinking

(Please let me know if you find anything I should add.)

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It was the night after Gryffindor won the quidditch match against Slytherin. Fred and George brought beer in secret (no one knew how) and everyone was partying in the common room, even Percy was having a little fun.

You were already on your third cup, and you weren’t thinking straight anymore.

“Oi, you should put that beer down” Ron said, taking the cup from your hand.

You had liked Ron since one night in third year where he hugged you to sleep when Sirius Black had broke into the Gryffindor common room and all of the students had to sleep in the Great Hall.

“No, I’m alright” you snapped, taking it back.

The cup slipped from your hand and splashed into your clothes.

“Oh shit” you cried out, seeing your recently-bought shirt soaked in beer.

“Told ya. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up” Ron grabbed you by the arm and took you to the Gryffindor restroom. He carried you and made you sit on the countertop.

“It was your fault” you accused him.

“It wasn’t”

“It was”

“It wasn’t”

“Okay, and now i’m fixing it” That shut you up.

He grabbed some paper towel and soaked it in water. “May I?” he asked slightly pulling your shirt. You nodded, though you had no clue what he was asking for. He could do anything he pleased, anyway.

Ron rubbed the wet paper towel on the front of your shirt, grabbed some more and did so again. You rested your head on the wall and closed your eyes. After a few seconds, maybe a few minutes, Ron asked something you didn’t understand, this time his voice two octaves lower.

“Hmh?” you asked, lifting your head off the wall.

“May I?” he repeated, holding the buttons of your shirt. This time you did understand what he was asking for, and probably if you weren’t so drunk you would’ve said no, but your mind was so off you nodded and rested your head on the wall again.

Ron pulled closer to you and sighed looking at your semi-sleeping face. Looking so damn fine, he thought. The boy was so close you felt his breath in your neck.

He started un-buttoning your shirt and you felt a chill run down your spine. Ron was trying hard not to make it uncomfortable, but he couldn’t help but stare at your chest only covered by a bra.

Once again, you lifted your head to look at him. “Like what y’see?” you joked with a smirk on your face.

His ears turned red. But since you were both so drunk, he figured none of you would remember anything the next morning, so he snapped back, “I do. Thought by now you’d know”

That really surprised you. You’d never guess Ron would say something like that. You simply smiled and rested your head on the wall again.

Ron rubbed a wet paper towel against your skin, which made your back arch against him.

“There’s a hot water thingy right there, y’know?” you said.

“Yeah, but you look so hot I figured you’d need something to cool you down” he responded.

You rapidly pulled your head from the wall and looked him in the eyes. “Nah, I think I might need you to heat me up”

Ron smirked and put a hand on your lower back, pulling you into a kiss. A slow, beer-tasting one. You couldn’t help but laugh in the middle of it.

You slipped your hands through the back of his hair and pulled him close again. Each kiss got rougher, as you and Ron got needier. He shifted his hands from your waist to your hips and to your waist again. Ron pulled away from your lips and started kissing and sucking on your neck, which earned a slight groan from you. He smiled into your neck and finished taking your shirt off.

After he was done, he took off his shirt and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you this time into a harder, rougher kiss. You wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck. You could feel the heat his body was expelling.

He moved his hands to the back of your bra and tried unhooking it. After multiple failing attempts, you pushed him a way a little, immediately feeling the cold absence of his body, and unhooked it yourself.

He kissed you once on the lips and then buried himself in the tiny space between your chest. Ron kissed and sucked on your right tit as he played with the other one. You pulled his hair and moaned nonsenses.

He went back to kissing your lips while he played with the zipper on your skirt.

“May I?” he murmured against your lips with hunger in his eyes.

“Yes” you needily replied.

He wasted no time and rapidly unzipped your skirt, took it off and tossed it into the bathroom floor.

“Wait” you said.

“Hm?”

“Did you lock the door?”

“Oh” he kissed your cheek and did a silent spell on the door. “Where were we?”

He kissed your neck as he pulled you closer by your waist. Then he went south. He started by kissing your inner thighs while playing with your hips.

“Ron” you stopped him.

“Yes babe?” the nickname made you melt.

“What are you waiting for?”

He smiled at your words and kissed the thin layer covering you. “Saving for when you’re sober” he said, going back to kissing your lips.

You hated that you really thought he was going to do it, but the kisses weren’t bad, so you didn’t protest.

summary : ron fingered you before class and now you can't focus 😇

wc - 383

"eyes on your own parchment, finnigan," professor vector murmured without looking up from her desk. the rustling of quills paused for half a second before resuming, louder now, as if everyone had simultaneously remembered to breathe again. you shifted in your seat, thighs pressing together under the desk. the scratch of ink on paper sounded unnaturally loud in your ears, your own quill hovering uselessly over question three: describe the practical applications of the inception charm in modern alchemical processes (15 points)

15 points and you had nothing.

your foot tapped twice against the leg of your stool left, right before you caught yourself. the movement made something twinge low in your abdomen, a dull echo of earlier that made your teeth sink into your lower lip.

"thirty minutes remaining," vector announced, and a collective groan rippled through the room. you stared at the whorls in the wooden desktop instead of your half-empty parchment, tracing one with your fingertip. the grain felt rough under your skin, like the calloused pads of ron’s fingers when they’d...

"psst." a folded square of parchment landed next to your elbow, interrupting your thoughts.

you glanced sideways just in time to see hermione’s eyebrows climbing toward her hairline as she deliberately looked away, the picture of innocence. you unfolded the note with a quiet crinkle.

are you ill? you’re flushed.

you pressed your knees tighter together under the desk, feeling the fabric of your robes slide against your thighs, rough in some places, suspiciously damp in others. the note trembled slightly in your fingers as you scrawled back.

just tired. exam nerves. why, do i look like i’ve been fingered behind the greenhouses?

you folded the piece of paper before passing the note back, careful to not bring any attention to yourself.

the ink on your parchment had smudged where your sweating palm had rested. you wiped your hand on your robe, but the phantom sensation lingered. ron’s broad fingers working you open against the stone wall near the herbology shed, his other hand clamped over your mouth to muffle the sounds you hadn’t realized you were making until his thumb pressed down on your tongue. the memory made your quill snap in half with a tiny *crack*. seamus jumped beside you.

Ron Weasley

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Secret letters and love

Pairing-Ron Weasley x reader What happens when a gryffindor and Slytherin fall for each other? Will they be able to keep it a secret? 

Low-key long😓😓🫶🏼

You never expected to fall in love, especially not with someone from Gryffindor. You were a Slytherin, and people always had certain expectations about that. Ambitious, clever, guarded. Falling for Ron Weasley was the last thing anyone even yourself would have predicted.

You met in the library on a rainy afternoon. You had been quietly reading something about spells when Ron’s voice carried across the room as he loudly complained about a Slytherin Quidditch player. Normally you would have ignored it, but something about the way he said it made you look up. Before you could stop yourself, you spoke up and defended the player, pointing out that a Gryffindor player broke just as many rules.

Ron turned around instantly, surprised that someone had shot back at him. What started as a quiet argument turned into a conversation. You both kept talking, lowering your voices whenever Madam Pince walked past. Somehow the topic shifted from Quidditch to classes, then to professors, and eventually to joking about how boring certain lessons were. By the time the library was closing, you realized you had been talking for hours.

As you both stood to leave, Ron scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.” You’re not as bad as I thought,” he said. “For a Slytherin.” You smirked slightly. “You’re tolerable. For a Gryffindor.”

That should have been the end of it. But a few days later you slipped a folded letter into his bag before breakfast.

Dear Ronald,

You left your quill in the library. I have it. If you’d like it back, meet me by the greenhouses after dinner.

—Y/N

You watched from a distance that evening as Ron arrived early, pacing slightly while he waited. When he finally saw you walking toward him, his entire expression changed and he smiled in that warm, slightly awkward way that always made your chest feel lighter.

That night you talked again. After that, the letters never stopped.

You both began writing to each other almost every day, hiding notes in library books, under loose stones in the courtyard, or quietly passing them when no one was watching. Ron’s handwriting was messy and full of smudges, but every letter made you smile and your heart skip a beat.

Sometimes his messages were simple.

Potions was unbearable today. You weren’t there to whisper jokes to.

Other times they were unexpectedly sweet.

I think you’re the only person here who actually listens to me.

You kept every single letter, hiding them safely beneath your bed in small plain box. Whenever you reread them, you could practically hear his voice in the words and the way he would say it, the way he would look at you when he said it.

Your favorite place to meet became the greenhouses just before sunset. The air was warm and smelled faintly of damp soil and magical plants. Most students were inside finishing homework, so it was the perfect place to talk without anyone noticing.

Ron usually arrived first. You would sometimes pause around the corner just to watch him nervously pacing before stepping out. “You’re late,” he would say immediately. “I’m exactly on time,” you would reply with a smile on your face.

He always grinned after that.

At first your meetings were just conversations about classes, Quidditch, and life at Hogwarts. Ron would complain about homework while you helped him understand certain spells. But slowly your conversations became more personal.

One evening as the sun was setting behind the castle towers, Ron admitted quietly that he often felt like he lived in the shadow of his older brothers.

You looked at him seriously. “You’re not second best, Ron.”

He seemed surprised by how confident you sounded.

“You’re loyal,” you continued. “And kind. You care about people more than most students here. That matters more than you think.”

Ron looked at you for a long moment before smiling softly.

“You really believe that?”

You nodded.

After that, something changed between you both. You sat in silence in your dorm just finishing off some homework before a small tap on your window made you look up.

It was your owl, they’ve come back with a letter in there beak and you immediately know who it’s from. Opening your window your owl rests on your hand before you settle them in their cage. Moving to sit on your bed you rip open the seal of the envelope before taking you two sheets of paper.

His hand writing was messy and some words have been smudged but that’s what makes it so special.

Dear y/n l/n,

I have something I need to confess.

Lately, I’ve found myself looking forward to the quiet moments at the end of every day, because I know that’s when I might see you. It’s strange how something so simple just a conversation, a smile, a few words written between us has become the part of my day I treasure the most. I catch myself thinking about it long before it even happens, wondering what you’ll say, how you’ll look at me, and what new feeling you’ll leave behind in my heart.

You have this way of making everything feel lighter, like the world slows down a little whenever you’re near. When you look at me, it’s different from how anyone else ever has. It’s like you truly see me, really see me. For the first time in a long while, I feel like I’m not in anyone’s shadow. With you, I feel like I’m my own person, like I matter in a way I never quite believed before.

Every corridor, every late evening, every stolen moment feels a little more meaningful, because there’s always the chance I’ll see you. You’ve turned something that was once just routine into something I look forward to with my whole heart.

I don’t know exactly when it happened. Maybe it was the way you listened when I spoke, or the way you always seem to understand things I don’t even say out loud. Maybe it was the way you make me laugh when I didn’t even realize I needed to. All I know is that somewhere along the way, you became incredibly important to me.

And the truth is I’ve been carrying something inside me for a while now. Something I’ve been too afraid to say out loud. I really like you. More than I probably should, and more than I ever expected to. The feeling has been growing quietly every time we talk, every time you smile at me, every time you make me feel like I’m worth noticing.

But admitting that scares me more than anything. Because what we have right now means so much to me, and the thought of losing it terrifies me. I keep wondering if saying these words might change things between us, or if it might make you see me differently. And the last thing I’d ever want is for this, whatever this beautiful, fragile thing between us is to disappear.

So I’ve kept it to myself, even though it’s been slowly eating away at me. Because some feelings become too big to ignore, no matter how much you try to hide them. And mine for you, they’ve grown into something I can’t pretend isn’t there anymore.

I just needed you to know that being with you, even in the smallest ways, has meant more to me than I could ever properly explain. You’ve made my time here feel brighter, warmer, and more alive than it ever did before. And whether you realize it or not, you’ve changed my world just by being in it.

-Ronald Weasley

You sat there, reading the letter over and over again until you basically memorised it. You couldn’t believe it, Ronald Weasley has just confessed his heart to you.

Standing and walking over to your writing desk you pulled out a new sheet of paper and fresh ink. You began to write your own confession. Scrunching up the paper multiple time in frustration from the words not coming out correctly before finally finishing the letter.

Folding it neatly and slipping it into an envelope before sealing it you gave the letter a small kiss and getting your owl to deliver it to Ron.

Ron was beyond stressed, regret already filling his stomach. He knew your owl got to you ages ago so why has he not received a letter back?

Maybe you don’t like him that way, maybe you think of him as a friend and now you don’t want to talk to him at all, maybe you-

He was snapped out of his thoughts when you owl flew into his dorm landing on the end of bed with a letter, his name in neat letters on the front, his heart sank.

This could go one of two ways, you reply with your own love confession, or you can reject him and he will never be able to talk to you again.

He hopes is the former but he can only hope. Shaking hands took the letter and gave your owl a pet before settling down on his bed.

Slowly opening the evolve and unfolding the letter he read through it slowly.

Dear Ronald Weasley,

When I first read your words, I had to re-read the letter over about 6 times. I never expected you to say something like that to me, but reading it, it meant more than you could possibly know.

You were afraid of losing what we have, but the truth is I’ve been afraid of the exact same thing. Every time we spoke, every time we get those quiet moments together, I feel something I’ve never felt with anyone else. I look forward to seeing you just as much as you look forward to seeing me. Somehow you’ve become the best part of my days here as well.

You say that I make you feel like you’re not standing in someone else’s shadow, but Ron, you should know that you’ve done the same for me. When I’m with you, I feel seen and understood in a way I never have before. You make me laugh, you make me feel safe, and somehow you make this enormous castle feel like home.

So if you’re wondering whether your feelings are one sided, they aren’t. Not even close. I like you too, Ron. More than I probably should, and more than I ever planned to. Somewhere between all of our late conversations and quiet moments, the exchange of letters, you became someone incredibly important to me.

And if telling each other the truth is a risk… then I think it’s one worth taking. Because the idea of finally being honest with you feels far less frightening than pretending I don’t feel the same way.

So now you know my secret too.

I like you, Ronald Weasley. I really do.

-Y/N L/N

Ron’s mouth hung open as a wave of relief washed over him, now he’s smiling like an idiot staring at the inked lines on paper. This was the beginning of something amazing.

A few weeks later, he kissed you for the first time. It was slightly awkward and hesitant, but also sweet and genuine and completely Ron. When you both pulled apart, he looked completely shocked.

“Sorry,” he said quickly.

You laughed. “Don’t apologise Ron” you smiled and pulled him back in for one more kiss before quickly splitting and heading to class.

From then on, the relationship between you grew stronger. You still kept it secret from the rest of the school. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin dating would cause endless gossip, and neither of you wanted that. So you continued meeting at sunset and writing letters to each other whenever you couldn’t talk.

For eight months, the secret remained safe. For eight months everything was perfect and went perfect.

But secrets at Hogwarts rarely stay hidden forever.

One morning during breakfast, Hermione Granger noticed Ron receiving several letters during the week and became suspicious. “Who’s sending you all thoes letters Ron?” Ron tried to brush it off, but she clearly didn’t believe him. She gave him the we’ll find out one way or another look before he rolled his eyes and focused on what he was doing.

Later that evening in the Gryffindor common room, Ron was knocked out on the couch as usual while he was studying. “Who do you think they’re from?” Harry spoke to Hermione she pressed her lip together and shrugged her shoulders before her eyes glanced down at Ron’s books spread all over the table.

Her eyes zoned in on one book, a piece of paper was hanging out of it with a small D on the edge of the paper. Hermione stood up and pulled the letter out of the book revealing Ronald on the front of it.

“I think we’re about to find out” she said, opening it and reading the beginning before noticing your name at the bottom. Shock covered her face as she put the letter down “what? Who is it ?” Harry asked now sitting up right

“It’s Y/N L/N?”

The next afternoon Ron came to meet you in the courtyard looking nervous.

“They know, they found one of the letters in sorry” he admitted looking like a kicked puppy.

Before you could ask who, Harry and Hermione walked into the courtyard behind him.

Harry smiled curiously. “So you’re the mysterious letter writer.” You crossed your arms calmly. “And you must be Harry. It’s nice to meet you”

Hermione studied you carefully. “You and Ron have been dating for eight months?”You nodded and smile towards Ron. She looked impressed. “That must require a lot of patience.” She laughed softly.

Ron groaned. “Hey!”

Despite the awkward beginning, the tension faded quickly. Harry laughed at the idea that Ron had managed to keep a secret relationship for so long, while Hermione admitted she was mostly surprised he hadn’t told them sooner.

After they left, Ron looked relieved.

“Well,” he said, running a hand through his hair, “that could have gone worse.” You smiled slightly and hugged his waist “Much worse.”

That night you wrote him another letter.

Dear Ronald,

Your friends seem nice. Slightly intimidating, but nice. I’m glad we don’t have to hide anymore.

—Y/N

The next morning during breakfast something changed. Instead of sitting far away like usual, you walked straight over and sat across from Harry and Hermione, next to Ron

Students from Gryffindor and Slytherin stared in confusion, whispering to each other as they noticed the two of you together.

Ron didn’t seem to care at all.

He simply leaned closer and whispered with a grin, “Worth it.”

And you realized that after eight months of secret letters, hidden meetings, and quiet kisses, you wouldn’t have changed a single moment of it

— When a rogue Cupid's arrow forces Ron to confess every mortifying thought for twelve hours, it surprisingly goes better than expected

The arrow hit Ron Weasley square in the arse during breakfast.

One moment he was reaching for his third helping of eggs, and the next he was yelping loud enough to startle the owls in the rafters, leaping up from the Gryffindor table with a tiny golden arrow protruding from his robes.

"WHAT THE—"

"Oh, bloody hell," Hermione muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Not again."

"Again?" you asked, watching as Ron twisted around trying to see the arrow, nearly knocking over a jug of pumpkin juice in the process.

"Last year it was the Ravenclaw table," she said wearily. "The year before, a group of third-years. Someone always thinks charming Cupid decorations for Valentine's Day is romantic instead of a public menace."

The tiny golden Cupid in question was currently hovering near the ceiling, looking enormously pleased with itself, bow at the ready. It had the chubby-cheeked cherubic face that probably seemed sweet in theory but in practice looked distinctly menacing as it nocked another arrow.

"Who's the poor sod it hit?" someone called from the Hufflepuff table.

Reader is dating Harry. Y/n loves Harry but lately he's been distant. Him and Hermione have been studying a lot more and getting more time together than with you. You weren't jealous, you also just wanted attention. Ron never really studied, he loved hanging out with you.

(NOT SMUT? cheating? Getting caught? kissing? fluff? betrayal? angst?)

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For a month already, Hermione and Harry have been studying together. Finals were coming up and they both decided to study. They've asked you and Ron but you both like to wing it.

Mione and Harry studied in the library, in the common room, outside of school, in each other's rooms, before school, after school, and even during lunch.

Almost any free time they had, they spent studying.

You were needy, you missed your boyfriend. You miss holding his hand, his kisses, and just his company and talking. He had practically no free time for you.

Ron and you had been spending more time together, you thought he was funny, weird, kind, and even a little cute.

You felt so guilty. You had a slight crush on one of your boyfriend's best friends, but how could you not. He was a Weasley, the most attractive family you can think off. They were all funny and kind and perfect.

It seemed like Ron was taking Harry's place. You never did anything besides hang out, go out to eat, and talk. Lately things have been escalating.

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"Ron?" You called out for him. "Where are you?" You were looking for Ron because you guys had dinner plans. Harry didn't really mind you guys hanging out. It was at a nice restaurant you've been looking forward too.

You walk into his room and see him in-front of his mirror, he's playing with his soft ginger hair and looking at his suit. "Which one looks better?" He said with one tie on and the other in his hand.

"That one love." You said pointing at the one in his hand, he quickly changed his tie to please you. "Thank you Y/n" he said as he turned around to face you as you sat on his bed looking into a mirror you had in your hand.

"Don't worry y/n, you look beaut-.. fine." He said stuttering almost. You heard his mistake which made you feel a bit flustered, "Thanks.." You say.

Still looking into the mirror, you feel Ron's gaze still on you. You move the mirror down and look and him, "What happned Ron?"

"Nothing, that dress just looks good on you." Ron said. You blushed a little bit more, your making up hiding the natural pigment that was forming.

You wore a beautiful floor length black dress, it had long sleeves that flared at the bottom, that a wrapping around your waist, and a v neck that was modest but still showing your chests.

"Thank you again." You said. "Harry is a lucky boy." He said. You smiled and laughed. Ron held his hand out and you reach for it, Ron helping you stand up and help you like a gentleman.

You wrap your hand around Ron's arm and walk into the common room. Hermione and Harry look up from their books and flash cards and see you and Ron is fancy attire.

"Awww" Hermione said, "You guys look so cute."

"Yeah you guys look great." Harry said.

You expected Harry to get up and kiss you or hug you but right after he puts his head back into the book. Hermione notices and gets frustrated. She kicks his leg and Harry is still confused.

Ron and Hermione noticed how sad you seemed. "Don't worry, you look beautiful." Hermione said. "Thank you love." You said. Ron tried making jokes to cheer you up on the way to the restaurant and it worked, you completely forgot about how your boyfriend practically ignored you.

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At the restaurant, Ron opened the door for you, you step out in your beautiful black dress. Ron admired you before closing the door.

You guys walk side by side, chatting it up about how you are both excited to eat.

Once you get sat down and look at the menu, both of you were gonna get wine and a steak.

Ron ends up finishing a little bit you had left on your plate due to you talking the whole time.

You guys get more wine through out the night, getting a little tipsy.

You guys split the bill and leave.

On the car ride back to the school, Ron has his hand on your thigh. He's visibly nervous because he's technically driving under the influence. You put your own hand on his and try to calm him down.

"It's okay love, take your time." Ron squeezed your thigh a bit at your words. Both of you make it to the school alive.

You guys walk upstairs, nothing but giggling and talking loudly and falling onto each other.

You walk into the common room and are greeted by both harry, hermione, and neville, all around a book and talking together. Everyone but your boyfriend looks up.

Hermione and Neville laugh at your guys appearance. "Your guy's hair is such a mess." Hermione says walking to both of you. First hugging you then playing with you hair. She noticed your struggling to stand. Hermione looks at Ron and sees how nervouse and shakey he is.

"Ron, why are you so tense?.." Hermione said. She gets closer to Ron and smells the wine on his breath before he can speak.

"RONALD WEASLY!." Hermione said, finally getting the attention of your boyfriend. "Did you drink and drive!" Hermione was stern and pretty angry at both of you right now. "m-maybe." Ron mutters.

Hermione shakes her head, "Go to your rooms and go to bed." She say. Both you and Ron reply, "Yes ma'am." Both of you walk away giggling.

Both of you go to Ron's room, Ron changed into his pajamas and you change into Harry's pj's. Both of you lay down in Ron's bed under a blanket, both on your phones.

For a little bit it was quite untill you get out of his bed, go into one of harry's drawers and pull out fire whiskey. Shaking the full bottle looking at Ron, he sits up and laughs.

"You'll get us in trouble, you know all the professors are strict." Rob chuckles, his voice low. You blush and grin stupidly, "Just don't say anything love." You say crawling onto Ron's bed.

You can tell Ron blushes, seeing you go on all fours to crawl slowly to him on his bed with fire whiskey in your right hand. Frankly, he was turned on, he hid the bit of growth in his pants with the pillow that was already on his lap prior of you crawling.

While crawling, he saw the black lacy bra you were wearing in the gap of Harry's shirt because he was bigger than you, the collar dropped in front.

Once you were sat near him, he was ready to drink. First you take a gulp, you winced at the felling of the burn. Rin chuckled at you as he took a gulp himself, you know he felt that burn too but he tried to hide his feelings to seem cool.

For a while, both of you sat and took turns drinking. Ron tried to distract himself hoping the growth between his legs would go down, but the more u guys drank and talked, it was harder.

You were now leaning on him, laying on his right arm as he stood up with the pillow still on his lap.

"Harry just never takes time for us you know.. and i'm his girlfriend, it's been months since we've been on a date!" You said, you were telling Ron about the problems you were having with Harry. "It's okay y/n" Ron said stroking your head. He layed his head on yours with his eyes clothes. He loved the way u smelt.

It was always the warm vanilla he was familiar with. It always made him feel calm, he loved to get drunk with you because the both of you would lay together and he would be able to smell you.

Ron loved your voice, it was soft and harsh enough to be addicting to listen to and remember. Your voice was always in the back of his head.

He felt bad he loved his best friends girlfriend, but how could he not, Hardy clearly wasn't taking care of you, not like Ron could..

He was getting sleepy listening to your voice and calm scent. "Hey!" You say getting off of him. Ron's eyes widen and look at you, "yes love?" he says calm with his deep and tired voice, looking at you with droopy eyes.

You felt terrible, he was so cute. Ron Weasley, your boyfriend's family and best friend. You wanted him, you wanted to be with him.. He was so kind to you, he was gentle and funny. You loved the way he treated you, much better than your boyfriend could. You tried to hate him but it was so hard.

"You better not be sleeping Mr. Weasley!" "Of course i'm not Ms. y/ln.." He was a fat liar, he was ready to sleep.

You talked to him more, telling him to listen to you, Ron's already half shut eyes landed on your lips, he was smirking.

You blushed hoping he wouldn't notice. You were both drunk and were already fluster so you were positive the red wouldn't show.

"Why are you blushing y/n" Ron said locking eyes with you. You tried to talk but u kept stuttering and stumbling over your words.

Ron grabs the bottom of your face and lift it up so you're looking at him. "Your so cute baby.."

His voice was deep, you shivered at the words hoping he didn't feel the movement, he did but you pretended he didn't notice.

You tried to look down but he held your face still and up right.

His green eyes looked deeply into your brown eyes. He looked all over your face taking everything in.

He looks at your forehead, thin eyebrows, long lashes, beautiful brown eyes, beautiful nose, and of course.. your lips.

His gaze would change from your eyes, lips, and cheeks. He noticed how red you were getting. You tried to fight back at first but his strong grip wouldn't let go.

He leans in, placing lips onto yours with his eyes closed.

Your guys lips for together so perfectly, just like a puzzle.

You try to push him away, deep down both of you knew it was wrong, failing to push Ron away, you melt into his kiss.

You lean into him, pushing him down onto his bed, you fit in his crotch, finally feeling how hard he was. You break the kiss and laugh, "Really love?"

Ron got embarrassed and blushed, "sorry.." He had his hands on your waist to not drop you. You slowly start grinding your hips onto his, leaning back down to kiss him. You started slowly picking up your paste, you break the kiss to take off Harry's shirt.

As you pull the shirt over your head, the door opens. With Harry's shirt fully off, you turn quickly to the door while covering your chest.

"harry.."

you say breathlessly. You were panting from making out with the weasley under you. Harry looks for a few seconds, chuckles, then closes the door and leaves.

You and Ron look at eachother, neither of you are in the mood anymore, you get off of him putting Harry's shirt back on.

You sit next to eachother in silence.

"I think.. we should talk to him." Ron said. "Yeah maybe.." You respond.

The both of you get up, open the door, and walk to the common room.

You guys see Harry, Hermione, and Neville still at the table reading. Mione and Neville look up besides, Harry.

It was quiet before Neville says, "Hey guys, we're all gonna go out to eat, wanna come."

Harry not looking up responds," No, they just came back from a restaurant." He was dry and rude.

You and Ron stay silent. It was awkward and weird. "Okay!" Neville says. You wanted to say something, but where would you even start.

Hermione closes her book, "Come on Harry let's go." She closed Harry's book for him knowing he won't look away. Hermione and Neville walk out the common room talking and laughing already having a good time. Harry walks over to you and Ron.

"So." Harry says, he crosses his arm and waits for an answer.

"I'm sorry love." You say. Harry just scoffed and rolls his eyes. "How long have you guys been shagging behind my back."

"We haven't done nothing mate." Ron was pretty angry at the assumption, he thought it was weird and unnecessary.

"How long have you been wanting to shag then." Harry still had his arms crossed waiting for an answer. Both you and Ron silent.

"Whatever, take off my fucking shirt." Ron walks out the common room, he was stern telling you about his shirt.

You go back into Ron and Harry's shared room. Taking off Harry shirt and leaving it on his bed. You were now in your bra. It was cold and silent in the room. Ron throws you a red sweater with an R on it.

"My mum made it for me a long time ago, it dosn't fit me no more but it should fit you." He was right, it fit perfectly. You nodding and him signaling a thank you and say nect to him quietly. Both of you sat there fidgeting your thumbs before you get a text from harry. You take out your phone and read the message out loud.

"We're done."..

You start tearing up, as much as you liked Ron, You did really like Harry too, too bad it's over now.

Ron holds you, you cry into his arms and he fails to comfort you.

You've always liked Ron but never opened ur mouth. Your best friend Ginny, she made it clear all her brothers are off limits.

(Fluff? Little angst? Kissin?)

During Summer, you got permission from your parents that you would be able to stay over the Weasley house.

You had trouble fitting in, you belong to slytherin. You were right in the middle. You were too sensitive and caring to be slytherin, but to mean to be anything else. Fortunately that means you were smart. No time for friends, besides one.

Ginny Weasley.

She was just like you. She was mean but in a friendly way, you knew she only acted that way bc she loved you. You acted the same way. She was caring with mean words. She was the only one you were able to connect with.

Ginny liked you bc you didn't go after her annoying brothers. Many girls tried being friends with her to try to get with George or Fred. You always found them annoying, they always picked on you too, you weren't an exception just because you were their little sister's friend. The closer you got with the family, the worst their stupid little pranks were.

You loved their little cozy home. You loved sleep overs bc of how close everyone was. You also liked it because of Ron.

Ever since 1st year you've always liked Ron. He was so cute and awkward. Yes, you were lying to Ginny but you planed on never acting on your feelings.

As you guys got older, now being in 6th year, many things have changed. For starters, Ron has a girlfriend. Her name was Lavender. None of his friends liked her. His parents thought she was a drag, his brothers thought she was annoying, Ginny thought she was insufferable. You didn't like her because of jealousy.

Ginny always talked shit about Lavender, she rlly hated her.

When you arrived at their home, Ginny opened the door and screamed "Y/N". She closed the gap and hugged you. Molly hears and runs over to hug you as well. Their house always had the familiar scent of warm vanilla and cinnamon. Very sweet just like them, besides the bitch ass twins. "Fred, George, take her stuff up into Ginny's room," Molly said. The twins groan and get up from the couch. They hug you and say hello then disappear upstairs with your stuff.

"How was the trip sweetheart, are you hungry?" Molly said. She drags you and Ginny to the dinner table and starts making a quick meal. After about five minutes there was eggs, bacon, and toast on your plate. "Thank you so much Mrs. Weasley." You say.

20 minutes go by and Ginny grabs you and pulls you upstairs into her room. You place all your stuff down in her room and get comfortable. You guys sit, play board games, talk about kids at Hogwarts (both good and bad), and laugh a whole lot. It was about 3 am when you guys realized how late it was and head off to bed.

You had a hard time sleeping, you usually did, but you kept sleeping and waking up about every five or ten minutes. You get up and walk out of the room quietly and head downstairs in the kitchen.

You walk slowly and softly down the stairs creaking hoping not to wake anyone up. You turn the corner and you jump in fear.

Ron was there.

Ron chuckles at your jump and waves hi, you walk up to him and whisper, "Did you have a hard time sleeping too?" Ron's smile dropped a little and sighed, "Yeah Lavender won't stop texting me, i just wanna sleep and she keeps blowing up and phone with calls and text."

It seemed like Ron himself was forcing himself to like her. It was funny but sad. All you do is laugh at his reply.

"What about you?" Ron ask. "I don't know, i just kept waking up." You both take fruit out of the fridge Molly had cut earlier that day and a cup of water each. You guys sat at the table and talked and talked and talked.

You hoped Ron wouldn't be able to see you blush but for the most part you were able to have a conversation with him normally. you had to hid your feelings for so long it wasn't difficult.

You hated summer, the only good part about summer was being able to see Ron in tank tops. His muscles grew a lot thanks to quidditch. It was hard not to stare at his arms when talking but you managed, barely.

It seemed like Ron picked up at ur staring, you were afraid you were being to obvious with it.

Ron noticed that every time you would look down at the bowl of fruit picking out only watermelon, your eyes flickered to his toned arms before meeting his face. With this, he put his arms on the table, both elbows hitting the top of the table casually reaching to the table in the middle.

You noticed he started using his hands a lot more when talking. Even though it was dark, an orange tinted lamp in the corner of the living room was on, barely reaching the table.

You hoped it wasn't enough light for Ron to see you blushing. It was about 5:30, the sun was gonna come up soon. You guys put everything away and stand awkwardly, "Are you tired at all.." Ron said. All you do was shake your head no. Ron walked over to the couch and sat down. He reached his arm over the back of the couch and turned to you saying nothing.

You walked over and sat down next to him, as you were sitting down he moved his arm. He leaned forward and with his right hand, the one closer to you, he reached for the remote. All you can do was started at his arm and how the lamp seemed to hit it beautifully. He leaned back and put on a movie. It was one you both had already watched.

You pull out a bottle of whisky. Ron looks at you at you shake the bottle in his face. Ron gets visibly nervous. "W-where did you get that from.." Ron asked with all his confidence gone. "I took it from my parents cabinet before i left the house, i stuffed it in my bag. I have a few more too," You said smiling cheeky. "I don't know, i don't wanna get in trouble.."

"Don't worry." You say as you take a gulp from the bottle. You wince as it burns the back of your throat handing Ron the bottle. The rest of the night was watching the already familiar movie while sharing a bottle of whisky. Mysteriously sleeping at some point.

You only wake up when Ginny shakes you and Ron, calling you guys for breakfast. You guys walk to the table trying to remember what happened last night.

It didn't even reach your mind until you were done with breakfast that you didn't know where the empty bottle of whiskey was.

"Oh Ron, Yn," Molly says "I need help with something." You turned your head to Ron who was also looking at you who looked scared out of his mind.

After cleaning up with Molly she ask you and Ron to sit down at the table once more. "Whose bottle is this" Molly said angrily with the bottle now on the table. You and Ron stare at the empty bottle while drowning her words out.

Before you can open your mouth you were interrupted.

"Stop it leave me alone!" "Nahhh!!" The twins come barging in the front door. Their play fighting and fall to the ground.

"Hey be quiet! Do you not see what's happening!" Molly says yelling at them. The twinge get off the floor still fighting each other and walks over to the kitchen. They get closer and see that's happening. The twins had been in that exact same lecture a few times.

"oh." Fred says. "That's ours.." George's finished his sentence. Molly's fave turns red. "Fred, George, What have i told you about drinking in MY house! You guys can go to your mates house or the pub but no drinking in MY house!! Why wouldn't you throw it away, why would u leave it next to Y/n and Ron!"

The twins look down and get lectured by Molly. Molly sends you guys away as they get yelled at. You and Ron decide to go outside where Ginny also was.

It was bright and sunny outside, you hated it. Atleast u get to see Ron better, his hair got more orange in the sun. The sun kissed his already bright skin and lit up his beautiful hazel eyes and his freckles. If you were able too, you can sit and stare at him for hours..

You guys walk up to Ginny who was alone on the floor. Before either one of you can say hi Ginny says, "What were u guys doing last night.." Her tone seemed upset and angry.

"Nothing, why?" Ron replied. "Y/n you know my mom dosn't like people drinking in her house." She seemed to already know you.

"I'm sorry Ginny.."

At the end of the day you really did care Ginny.

Later that night you and Ginny were baking s'more brownies together, nothing but laughing and giggling. By the time they were done, the smell of warm chocolate filled the air causing the twins to come down fast pushing eachother through the small staircase.

"These fucking fatasses." Ginny said, you laughed at her even more.

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!" The twins were begging for brownies. It made you and Ginny laugh even harder as they were acting all dramatic on the floor. As they started acting normal they grabbed three brownies each despite you and Ginny saying no. "You own us anyways Y/n" Ginny slightly frown at the reminder.

Ginny grabbed two and you only ate one, you didn't like super sweet stuff. Author and Molly came down and grabbed four to share with each other. There was three left for Ron.

As the night went own same thing happened, Ginny fell asleep and you had the same problem. Praying you would be able to have another night with Ron alone you went downstairs. You watched tv as you ate leftovers from that day.

About 30 minutes of watching tv, you hear creaking from the stairs, as you turn Ron was there walking down heading to the kitchen. You get up and follow him.

He's standing by the sink looking outside at the moon, you stand close to him, a little too close but very much on purpose. Ron turns his face towards you but keeps his eyes on the moon. He grabbed your right shoulder and pulls you into his body, your head falling over right infront of his chest.

"You see how beautiful that is, merlin, it's so bright tonight.." He seemed to into it, you thought it was the cutest thing ever. You guys watched as the midnight breeze made the tall grass and flowers flow and made the lake ripple.

This is the closest you've been to Ron. You were able to feel his warmth on your back, the smell of wood and vanilla on him. You didn't want to move hoping he can stay distracted, you wanted to stay this close to him. It was silent, both of you admiring the moon.

"She broke up with me." Ron said making space between you and himself. "What..?" You replied while turning around, facing him now. "She said i was talking to much about Hermione." Ron said then chuckled. You were trying not to smile now that Ron was available, although he did bring up Hermione.

"You are really close to her." You said trying to push a confession out of him. "Yeah but i don't like her, she's my mate, so is Harry. She just said that because she's a girl." Ron was angry, you can tell how much he loved Hermione and Harry. "She just got jealous, have you talked to her?" "nope.." "Why not?" "I kinda.. don't.. wanna get back with her.." Ron said smiling a little, it made you laugh a little.

"Ronald Weasley, that's not nice." You said jokingly. "Whatever mate, when did you care about being nice?" You shush him playfully, both of you still laughing.

"So, do you like Hermione.." You said trying to get an answer from him. His smile dropped a bit and looked a bit frustrated, you know it wasn't a good question. "Nope, Hermione is very smart and very pretty, but she's just my friend at the end of the day." He said stern. "Besides, I fancy someone else.." His voice gradually getting softer. "While you were dating Lavender?" Ron had a nervous smile nodding his head yes. you smacked ur lips, "Ron!"

"It's not my fault." He said with his hands in the air defending himself, "She's very pretty.. but i don't think she even likes me back, she's kinda mean but i think she would like to stay friends." You got jealous, you hated that, who even was this girl he was taking about.

"Who is it." You said quietly. "Nobody don't worry." Ron replied.

A little after you went to bed and ended the conversation early, you were a little upset.

The next few days you left him alone, you talked to him at the dinner table when necessary and that's about it. You ignored him and stayed in Ginny's room.

Once again your sleeping wasn't coming naturally, you went downstairs hoping you wouldn't have to face Ron again, you were still jealous at this girl you didn't know, he also locked himself in his room. You were unsure if they had been talking during the summer.

Walking down the creaky stairs you were quiet, you turn the corner and see..

Ron.

Ron was staring at the window once again looking at the moon. You were gonna walk back up until he turn around and breaks the silence.

"Oh hey." He said, his voice was deep and calm. "Hi.." you responded, frankly, you still didn't wanna talk to him. "So, why have.. you been like.. ignoring me.." Ron said, he looked sad and pouty, his head was slightly tilted down but his eyes were looking up at you.

You didn't respond, it was quiet for a little bit until he says "Did i weird you out that one night? We use to be so close then once I dated Lavender you kinda ignored me, I hoped it would be different once i broke up with her." You felt flustered and embarrassed.

It's true. You had distanced yourself from Ron once they started dating. "To be fair, every time i was even near you at school she would get mad at me and tell me something." Your voice was low but still giggley

"She was just jealous you're prettier." He was confident but still shy. His deep voice and the sweet compliment made you shiver. "Huh..?" You said hoping your face didn't look as red as it felt, unfortunately, it was.

"You're all red." He chuckled, the laugh didn't help, it only made you blush more.

He walked up to you and said, "Everyone thinks you're pretty, you look intimidating." He was standing infront of you, you felt the size differences, both in height and in muscle. He was looking down at you, your bodies practically touching.

He grabs your hands and says, "That's why people don't go up to you, you're too pretty and smart, it scares people." Ron closes the gap of the bodies by hugging you, "Well, atleast i think you're the prettiest girl ever."

You were sweating and hot, you tried not to make noise or run away from him.

He pulls away and looks at you with his hands still on your lower back, "Can.. Can i kiss you.." His voice was shy and shaky again. You stared at him blankly blushing haaaaardd. "It's okay if not, i really don't want to make you feel have you have too yk i'm just asking but i'm okay if you say-" He was ranting fast and quickly before he was interrupted by you

"Yes please.."

Ron smiled and leaned in, he kiss you and both your eyes were closed. You wanted to cry, the thing you wanted the most was happening.

While you guys were kissing, he ran his hand up and down ur back while the other one cupped your cheek. You guys shared the passion and the feeling, the silence being broken by the wet sound of you guys making out. There was groans and moans but nothing too sexual.

"y/n.."

you hear a familiar voice say your name. You and Ron stop kissing and look to the stairs, Ginny..

You guys had been caught by Ginny, your best friend, the one you swore you would never date or have feelings for her brothers.

Both you and Ron turn red and embarrassed after being caught. Ginny stood there and stared. Tears form in her eyes, she turned around and stomped up the stairs, then slammed her door. Soon after Molly, and Arthur's door opens up and out comes Molly.

You and Ron let go from each other cleaning your mouths. Molly knocks on the door and yells at Ginny for both being up and being so loud and angry at the time.

Molly starts walking downstairs and sees you and Ron staring stiff looking like you've guys caused trouble. "What happned?" Molly said. "I- i don't know mum.." Ron said. Molly didn't believe you guys but went to bed anyways.

You start to feel guilty, even though kissing Ron has been your dream for so long, you realize how Ginny must've felt. Y/n runs up the stairs to Ginny's room only to find the door locked. She walks downstairs and sees Ron there sitting on the couch.

Y/n joins him. Ron puts his hand on Y/n back and rubs it, "It's okay, she'll be over it by tomorrow." You felt angry and your face turned red, Ron didn't know what he was talking about. "Whatever, you don't understand what's happening right now, she'll never forgive me." You tried not to cry but you couldn't help yourself, instead of fighting the tears you lean into them, falling into your palms sobbing.

Ron leans your head on his shoulder then chest, eventually you cry yourself to sleep on Ron's chest on the couch.

Next morning the George wakes you guys up, only a quick shake. Ginny is nowhere to be found at the dinner table. Molly tried to hide her frustration at Ginny but not very successful. They breakfast was awkward and long. You and Ron go outside to talk once you're done.

The wind is blowing in the hot day that barely started, the butterflies are flying around, the beautiful flowers are being pollinated by the bees and once again, Ron's beautiful arms are out.

"I'm sorry." Ron says breaking the silence. As much as you love admiring Ron, at the end of the day, you would much rather be friends with Ginny, she was your only friend. "I really can't lose Ginny." You were being sincere and genuine, you didn't talk about your feelings much but the minute you did you started crying. Just the idea of Ginny makes you emotional right now.

Ron didn't know how to help except sit right next to you. While you're sitting on a bench outside their fence crying, the twins come out the door.

For being grown, all they did was act like kids still. They still messed around and joked a bunch and it was funny. The twins were pushing each other once again while play fighting. George stopped Fred. They walk towards you and Rin. George was ready to comfort you and help but Fred didn't pick anything up.

Fred sneaks up behind you and screams to scare you. You jump at his attempt and get red, both of anger and embarrassment. "Merlin Fred, you're 18 already, act like it." You said out of pure frustration while your eyes are filled with tears and have a nasally voice from crying. You didn't mean it, you loved the way they acted but it just came out. Right after you started crying again.

Fred stood there looking guilty with no attempt to help you. George who was more mature bent down beside you with a hand on your leg. "What's wrong love?" All you can do was cry more. You felt terrible three people were trying to help you, you felt like a burden.

You didn't know what to say and if you should be honest, how would they even react to your feelings for Ron. George started rubbing his hand on your knee and lower thigh, "Don't worry, it's alright." You loved George the most, he was your favorite, as funny and silly as he was, there was a serious side to him. He seemed to genuinely care about his family and yes, even you.

Ron opens his mouth, "Ginny caught us.. snogging.." It got immediately quiet. You felt everyone freeze. Fred chuckled, "Y/n wouldn't do that with you Ron, come on now" He really didn't believe him, he saw the quietness from you. His smile dropped and he got stiff again, "Is this really a big problem?" Fred said.

"Ginny told me i wasn't allowed to date any one of her brothers. I made her a promise." You said through tears and sniffing. George laughed a bit and said "But you guys aren't dating, just a little peck-" "Georgie she saw us making out." Ron said interrupting George. It was quiet once again. "Yeah that is a problem then." Fred said. "Maybe we can talk to her." George said. You had hope but you knew she wasn't going to listen to anyone.

Later that day, Ginny missed lunch and dinner. You slept in the twins room to make sure you and Ron weren't going to do anything funny. For the next two nights you slept on the floor using extra blankets and pillows, it was comfortable enough for you.

You could've deal with it any more, you loved the twins but it gets to a point. You missed Ginny. She was easy to relate too and you were both lovey without each other. You try to make an effort, you wanted across the hall and knock lightly on her door. She swings it open, she's standing with her arms crossed, looking very angry. It was fast and swift though, it felt like she was almost waiting.

"What." Ginny stated angrily. You felt tears grow in your eyes and your voice felt weak when you opened your mouth. You pushed back the tears, but with a shaky voice you say, "I-i'm sorry Ginny.." Ginny responds quickly and fast, "Whatever," she scoffed. "You had two whole days to come and apologize, what took you so long." She stood by the door waiting for an answer. You couldn't help but cry.

She rolled her eyes at you, grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into her room and closed the door behind you. You look down at your feet as tears roll down your face, Ginny is looking straight at you with a straight but angry looking face.

She comes in, hugging you with her arms around your neck, tight. You feel her crying as well. You move your arms around her waist and for a minute you're holding each other. For that minute you had hope, you felt happy and safe again. She lets go lightly and looks you in the eye, still stern but teary eyed.

"how long have you been dating ron, dont lie to me again." She was still stern but it felt lighter, she was willing to listen. "We're not dating, we just kissed that night and it escalated.." Ginny froze. "What, you're not dating him.. but you're straight making out?.." Ginny moved her arms away from you, it was a genuine question she had, she even laughed at you. "Yeah.." You said shyly.

"Well, how long have you liked him." Ginny sat on her bed, and lightly hit the spot next to her. You take the hit and sit down. "A very long time, 1st year.." Ginny laughed at you, "First year!?" She laughed again. "What, she was so cute and awkward, it was adorable." You said laughing slightly, not sure if it was safe enough. "Y/n, he was an absolutely dweeb." She laughed again.

Finally, you felt happy, you friendship felt safe. Once she stopped laughing she said, "How come you never told me." She was still smiling but serious. "You said you hated people who became friends with you just to date your brothers, it seemed like that so i never spoke about it." Ginny frowns, "That's not really the reason you became friends with me right..?" Ginny got sad. "No! Absolutely not, Ginny, I genuinely love you. Nobody by you understands me."

"I guess, that you for lying to me about Ron." Ginny said. "I would've been upset anyways if u told me straight to my face, i'm just mad i found out this way." She smiled once more with her hand on your arm. "Yeah, i'm sorry." You looked down feeling guilty. Ginny hugged you, "It's alright Y/n, you can date him." You smile at her approval.

"If anyone is gonna date my brothers? i'm happy to know it's you." You go back into the twins room and sleep there once more. In the morning, Ginny was there for breakfast, sitting next to you, talking. Molly smiled, "What happened with you two? House was absolutely quiet for a while." Molly laughed. Fred opened his dumb mouth, "Ginny saw Ron and Y/n snogging." George hit his leg under the table, looking at him, giving him the look go shut up."

"What..?" Molly said looking at you and Ron. You and Ron turn red and look at Molly absolutely guilty. "You two better not have been doing anything else under my roof, no more snogging!" She was seriously scary. "Sorry mum." Ron said still red. "It was only once mum don't worry." Ginny said. "Still, wait till i tell you father." Molly said pointing at Ron.

She turns back to the stove, "Well if anyone if going to date my sons, i'm happy it's you y/n" Molly said, it made you smile.

Being a slytherin, not many people liked you or accepted you, except for Molly and her family. Even though you're destined to be tied with dark arts, they still loved you.