#ronw

“Are you sure you know where you are going, dear?” Your mother asked, putting a spell on your suitcase so it wouldn’t be as heavy.

“And that you’ll send an owl when you get there safe and sound?” Your father said, pulling your coat around your shoulders despite the Summer heat.

“Yes, and yes,” You nodded, feeling thankful that you had such loving parents despite the fact that they were a bit overbearing. You were fourteen and off to spend some time at your first boyfriend’s house. You were lucky they were letting you go at all. You had to assure them of the fact that Ron had a large family, and you two were unlikely to be alone at any given point, let alone have the time to do anything deemed inappropriate. “I promise that I’ll be alright, besides, you said yourself that the Weasleys are good people,” You reminded them.

Your mother was a healer at St Mungoes, while your father was manager at Flourish and Blotts. Despite the fact that they both came from a family of Slytherins, they didn’t care about status and all of that, and passed it onto you. That’s why they didn’t mind that you were dating a Gryffindor, even one from a family labeled as ‘blood-traitors’, whatever that meant.

“You’re right, you’re right,” Your mother sighed, handing your luggage to you. “Remember to say the name very clearly, you don’t want to end up in the wrong place.”

“I’m not nine anymore, mum, you don’t have to worry.” You sighed, took your bag, and stepped into the large fireplace. Your father tilted the pot with the Floo Powder, and you took a heaping handful. Making sure your bag was secure, you said, “The Burrow,” confidently, then dropped the powder onto the ground. You felt a warm rush as the green flames surrounded you, but the good feeling was gone when you emerged from a smaller fireplace, nearly hitting your head against the mantle.

“There y/n is!” One of the twins grabbed your arm before you could come to your senses, and pulled you out. The other started to beat the soot off of you, though it felt like an assault.

“Ronnikins, your lover is here!” The other called up.

“A Slytherin in our own home! Should we bring out the fine china, mum?”

“Uh oh, there’s a Gryffindor scarf on the couch, better get it out of the way before y/n burns it!”

“Did you remember to wear your green underwear today Fred, just in case?”

“Oh, just piss off,” Ron, gangly with a red face said, pushing between his brothers to greet you with an embarrassed look. You slowly stepped out of the fireplace with your bag in your hands and set it down next to you. “You alright, y/n?”

“I’m fine,” You said, brushing the little bit of soot off your jacket and hurriedly took it off. It was warm inside of the house, and you certainly didn’t need it. Ron understood - from what he told you about his family, he knew what it was like to have an overbearing mother. You were looking forward to meeting her very much. “Is there somewhere that I should put my bag, and my coat?”

“Who knew Slytherin knew manners?” One twin whispered to the other.

“Who knew that a set of twins could only have one personality trait between them?” You shot back to them, getting a bit annoyed with their jokes, though you knew that it was all in jest. One of them approached you and stuck his finger in your face, and you mimed biting it off, making him laugh and pick up your bag.

“You’re alright, y/l/n.” He backed up a few steps in the direction of the hazardous-looking staircase. “I’ll take care of this. Come on Ron, be a gentleman, take the coat!”

Ron tugged the coat out of your grip, his face growing more and more red by the minute. You smiled, finding him adorable, as always. “Thank you, Ron,” You let him take it and followed him away from the twins towards a cupboard by the front door. You exhaled, excited about getting a moment alone with him so you could finally wrap your arms around him and give him the big smooch you’ve been holding in since leaving the train from Hogwarts. Unfortunately, that didn’t seem to be happening.

“I’ve got the post, Ronald,” A prissy-looking man that seemed somewhat familiar to you said, coming in through the door. “Who is this?” He looked at you with both disdain and curiosity, which was an odd mix. You recognized him though, from Hogwarts. Percy Weasley. You gave him the same look back, tilting your head in his direction.

“Y/N Y/L/N, my girlfriend,” Ron muttered. You didn’t take offense to his tone, you knew that he was closer to some of his brothers than others.

“Who would have though that Ron would be the first to bring a girl home, aye?” A tall young man with long hair and an earring said, coming in through the door. “I’m Bill, the oldest.”

“It’s nice to meet you both,” You said with a smile, attempting to make a good first impression. At least they didn’t hear all of the things that the twins had to say. That wouldn’t have been a great start. “I think Ron was about to show me the grounds.”

“Yeah, I was going to show her the yard,” Ron corrected. Grounds was an overstatement - though they did have a large yard, it wasn’t fit to be called grounds.

“Couple gnomes out there you should try to take care of,” Bill said, walking past the three of you to get into the kitchen. “Charlie’s already started.”

“Yes, go and put some work in Ronald, it won’t hurt you.” Percy chided in, going after his brother. You watched as your boyfriend made a face behind his back, and snickered behind his hand.

“Yes, Ronald, let’s go deal with these gnomes,” You teased, slightly. Ron seemed to grow even more red, which you found to be absolutely adorable, and followed him outside. It was a beautiful sunny day, a couple clouds in the sky, but barely a breeze. Doing anything more than walking was sure to work up a sweat.

“Finally, maybe we can have a minute alone,” Ron muttered, bringing you around the side of the house.

“Why are you trying to get me alone?” You asked, curiously. Neither of you had gone beyond kissing at this point, and you were comfortable with that. You were mature enough to realize that it was too soon to go further than that at this time.

“I’d like to snog my girlfriend without my brother’s interrupting,” Ron answered. You giggled at that, and backed up against the wall of The Burrow, ready for a good kiss. Ron, tall and gangly like all of his brothers, leaned down and his lips were just about to touch yours when-

“Oi! Stop making out and come help me toss these gnomes!” A voice echoed through the yard. Ron hung his head in exasperation, and you caught a glimpse of another redhead not too far away with a big grin on his face.

“I’ve never tossed a gnome before,” You bit your lip, thinking over the idea. Ron rolled his eyes and took a step back.

“Let’s toss some gnomes then,” He sighed, clearly not happy about his time with you being constantly interrupted. You smiled widely at him, kissed him on the cheek, then went over to see yet another brother. The red hair genes in this family were so damn strong.

“Hi, I’m y/n,” You introduced yourself, standing next to the older boy, looking at the weird little creatures that were in the garden.

“Charlie. I’ve heard all about you,” He said with a big grin.

“And I’ve heard about you! You’re the Dragon brother.” You were most excited to meet Charlie out of the two oldest siblings. He sounded the most interesting. Ron was grumbling under his breath as Charlie told you stories about the dragons he worked with while the two of you cleared the lawn of the pesky little gnomes.

“I know a place we can go, come on,” Ron offered you his hand once the yardwork was done. You said a goodbye to Charlie and took his hand and followed him away from the Burrow, to a little shed-looking structure on the corner of the grounds. “This is where we keep our brooms,” He explained. “We play a lot of Quidditch around here.”

“Of course you do. The flying bug seems to have missed Percy though. I can’t imagine him on a broom, unless it’s up his backside,” You joked. Ron got a good laugh out of that, and started to fiddle with the lock.

“At least we should have a minute alone-”

The door opened and another redhead emerged from the shed with a broom tucked under her arm. You were pleased to see Ginny, who you always rather liked. She definitely fit in with the boys in her family with how strong-minded she was.

“Why does the universe hate me?” Ron whined, making you nudge him in the ribs.

“‘Ello Ginny, you alright?” You asked.

“Hi y/n! Harry brought his Firebolt so I thought I’d show him that it’s the rider who matters, not the broom. What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for a little privacy,” Ron mumbled, making you nudge him again.

“I’d get out of here then. Fred and George are joining us and will be here in a couple of minutes to get the brooms. I think the kitchen is free though, mum’s cleaning the bedrooms and dad had to pop into the Ministry,” Ginny advised.

“Thanks for the tip,” You winked. You took Ron’s hand again and walked towards the house, taking charge since your boyfriend’s mood was turning sour quickly.

“With my luck, dad’s going to floo in the second we get in there,” Ron said, slowly opening the door to the kitchen and peered inside. The coast was clear, so he brought you inside and consulted the clock, which to his pleasure did indeed say that Arthur was at work.

“And your luck is changing,” You said, draping your arms against his shoulders, clasping your hands behind his neck. “Because I think that we’re alone now.”

Ron’s lips finally brushed against yours. Tingles ran up and down your back as you realized how much you had missed this feeling. His arms wrapping you into a hug, the taste of breakfast still on his breath. This was your Ron, and you never wanted to let go. That was until there was the sound of a throat clearing.

Ron nearly jumped out of his skin at that, and pulled away from you and coughed awkwardly. “Oh, hi mum,” He said, making you blush. This was not how you wanted to meet the woman.

“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?” A pleasant female voice rang across the room. You turned to face her shyly, and saw exactly what you had expected to see. Molly Weasley looked just like you had imagined, though she was a little plumper. She had a kind face, a kind voice, a quirky sense of style - and most of all, she looked like a Weasley.

“I can introduce myself,” You said with a smile. “It’s nice to meet you Molly, I’m y/n. Thanks so much for inviting me to your home for the next couple of days.”

Clearly, she had been briefed by Fred and George over the fact that you were a Slytherin, because your politeness took her by surprise. But she covered that up with a big smile and held her arms open for a hug.

“I’m so happy to meet you! Oh, Ron has just told us all sorts of things,” She said, enveloping you in her arms. She smelled of lemon cleaning products, but without the harsh smell of chemicals. It was as delightful as the woman herself. “I was just about to start peeling some potatoes for a pie, would you care to help?”

“I’d love to!” You said, genuinely excited since you never got to work in the kitchen back home.

“And I’m the most unlucky guy in the world,” Ron pouted. The twins, who were walking behind him to get outside to play Quidditch, stopped and put their hands on his shoulders.

“Cheer up Ronnikins!” One of them said.

“This is what you get for bringing a Slytherin home.”

“Of course everyone’s going to be interested.”