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a tweet by Rohan Talbot (@/rohantalbot) that says, "No economist will ever come up with a better description of why being poor is so expensive than Terry Pratchett. Such a great quote." attached is an image of a page that reads:

"Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars.

Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that'd still be keeping his feet dry in ten years' time, while a poor man who could only afford cheap boots would have spent a hundred dollars on boots in the same time and would still have wet feet.

This was the Captain Samuel Vimes 'Boots' theory of socio-economic unfairness."

Summary: A Weasley party and a corny but sweet conversation with your favorite ginger. (All just fluff).

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

A/N: I stayed up till 5 a.m. writing this after I got the idea at 1 a.m. I just couldn’t risk messing up the writing flow. It’s short but sweet. I don't know If I love the ending but I felt it shouldn’t go past where it was at. Enjoy :> Y/nn = your nickname.

*THIS MUST BE READ IN A BRITISH ACCENT*

Please >w<

“Come on hurry up, you're taking ages.”

“If you’re in such a rush why not just go.”

Crossing her arms, Ginny gave you a snarky look, her back leaning against the door frame. “They’re all waiting on us y’know.” 

“I know, I know.” You quickly finish your mascara and jump out of the chair blowing yourself a kiss in the mirror. “See, wasn't it worth it though,” you strike a pose.

“Yes you are stunning, now let's go.” Although she rolls her eyes you can tell she meant it. You both start down the stairs giddy with excitement, you were particularly excited to see the boys in suits and you knew Ginny was eager to see Harry as she wouldn’t stop talking about it for weeks. This was your first time being present for a Weasley party that wasn’t attached to a holiday. It was to celebrate Arthur receiving a rather hefty promotion with a raise to follow it, allowing them to splurge a bit for the festivities. You could hear Molly shouting at the twins to stop doing something but you couldn’t quite make out what it was. As you made it to the bottom of the steps you watched as Molly’s face melted from angry distress to a warm adoration. She stretched out her arms and clicked her tongue with an ‘aww’.

“Don’t You girls just look gorgeous.”

“Oh, mom stop it,” Ginny seemed to try to fight the hug but gave up in the end. You smiled and squeezed tightly when she came to hug you, it always felt so safe and reassuring in there. 

“Thank you, dare I say you look more beautiful Mrs. Weasley.” 

“Oh don’t you butter me up, now off…off you go.” She ushered you and Ginny toward the kitchen where you saw Ron and Harry laughing with each other. Your eyes glance over to see Ginny looking a bit skittish at the sight of Harry but she very quickly corrects herself to her usual hardened nature. You however, couldn’t help but feel like you were drooling over Ron. Seeing him in a suit fulfilled about a dozen of your fantasies, you were quickly snapped back to reality when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulder: Hermione. Turning to face her, you both smile, starting to compliment each other but you could feel another pair of eyes on you. You saw as Harry jabbed Ron in the waist trying to get him to toughen up and talk to you so he could talk to Ginny. Hermione slipped away outside leaving you with a wink as Ron stepped up to you, eyes to the floor.

He clears his throat, “Y/nn, you look-”

“Gorgeous, I know, your mother told me.” 

“Can’t I just finish my compliment.” he mumbles to himself, something about the one time he tries to be nice.

You giggle at how easily you can frustrate him, offering him a pat on the shoulder and a nod of solace. He rolls his eyes at you before taking your hand and leading you outside where the party was just getting started. Arthur was talking with Hermione’s parents, he was asking all sorts about the muggle realm, muggle items, and the functions and purposes of them. Molly was still in the house with the twins trying to force her to stop working and to start partying. And of course Lupin and Tonks were already on the dance floor, Harry and Ginny joining them soon after. 

Ron pulled you almost to the dance floor, “Care to dance?” mocking how a noble might ask. 

You glow at the question, “Never thought you’d ask.”

Slowly everyone started to dance, even Molly after some convincing from Arthur and playing her favorite song. You danced the night away with Ron and the others occasionally stopping to get a drink. You were sure that the twins put something in it because you started to feel fuzzy and you began noticing that Molly and Arthur–who’d had about 3-5 cups each– seemed quite loose. Ron caught on and saw the twins chuckling at the state of their parents and Hermione's parents. You watched Hermione pull them aside and reprimand the twins before returning to the dance floor with them, warning her parents not to have anymore.

Everyone had danced themselves to exhaustion with the help of a little liquid luck–not the potion–that had been mixed into the drinks by the twins. You and Ron were sitting on some chairs off to the side when he wrapped his arm around your waist pulling you up.

“Come with me. I want to show you something.”

You nodded feeling like you didn’t actually have a choice. You both walked back into the house and out through the other door. He took you a bit aways from the house to a setup of blankets and pillows out in the field. 

“I...er…figured we could watch the stars.”

You felt warm in the face at the sweet gesture and gave him a hug toppling him onto the blankets and pillows. Your face planted into his chest and you were quite giggly but you weren’t sure if it was Ron or the drinks you had earlier, maybe it was both. Ron placed one hand on your lower back while his other ran through your hair. You always felt so comfortable in his presence. Pushing up on his chest you looked at him and could see the reflection of the star filled night sky in his eyes. The whole galaxy captured in his dilated pupils and sparkling blue eyes now filled with constellations. 

“Would you hold the world for me?” Ron seemed a bit taken aback by your question. “What not expecting something so deep. Not all of us only think about food all the time.”

“No, no, I just can’t study for this kind of test, not that I would have if I could,” he laughed with you while rolling you over so you were lying on your sides facing each other. 

“Seriously though, would you?”

“For you, I’d carry the world, the sun, the moon, the stars, I’d carry the whole of the universe for you.”

You smiled as bright as a full moon, surprised at how profound Ron could be if he tried. Ron reached toward your face to push back strands of your hair that had fallen across your eyes. You blush and stare deep into his eyes as he does yours. 

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Ron.”

“You’re more than gorgeous. Words can't capture it but I think the galaxy can.” He points a finger up to the absolutely cosmic cosmos. As he said its beauty cant be captured by words. His hand rests on your cheek softly caressing it with his thumb. 

“Ron?”

“Yea?”

“That was a bit corny.”

“Maybe, but I'm spilling my heart to you here. I love you y/nn.”