‘Harry falls in love with Ron’ headcanons
Fourth year. Harry and Ron are without dates to the Yule Ball. Eventually, Ron hits upon a solution; the two of them should go together. Harry bursts out laughing at first, but warms to the idea almost instantly. Why not? Ron is his best friend, after all. Asking a girl to the ball on such short notice would be a nightmare, and he knows Ron. And Ron knows him; possibly better than anyone else.
As they make their entrance to the ball, people seem surprisingly unconcerned by the fact that Harry has taken a boy to the ball. Maybe it’s the fact that Ron and Harry were practically inseparable already, or maybe the fact that Fleur had turned up with a Hufflepuff sixth year girl. Regardless, Harry has a surprisingly fun time dancing with Ron. The feel of Ron’s hand in his feels… quite nice. He had never really held hands with Ron before, but he wished he had, considering how right it felt.
Harry feels his cheeks burning as they walk back to their seats later on. It must have him working up a sweat from dancing. Obviously.
A few weeks later. The second task. Harry feels his stomach drop as he realises that Ron is the hostage in the great lake. He’s his best friend; of course he would be worried. Anything more would be… confusing.
And yet, as Ron regains consciousness on the lake’s surface after the task finishes, Harry feels a knot of tension that he didn’t know he was carrying dissolve, replaced by a warm, happy feeling.
Harry throwing his arms around Ron, and pulling him tightly to him. Ron looking a touch confused, and asking if Harry’s okay. Harry grinning up at him, and saying ‘never better’ as he wipes a happy tear from his eye.
Hermione noticing this from the shoreline, and a quizzical look passing over her face.
Harry feeling his stomach squirm as he gives Ron one last hug before they leave for the summer. This felt… different to how things usually were. Probably just the increased tension because of the oncoming storm of Voldemort’s power-building, no doubt. Why would it be anything else?
Harry feeling a little lonely as he considers that Ron and Hermione might be staying in the same place. Was he…. No, that was just ridiculous. He was just envious of the two of them spending time together without him; that was all. It wasn’t like he wished he was in Hermione’s shoes or anything.
However, Harry feeling his heart beat faster against his chest as he sees Ron again at Grimmauld Place. The redhead had grown taller, and his hair was longer. There was something about that sparkling blue of his eyes that just sent a shiver down his spine.
Hermione noticing said-shiver and the blush creeping up Harry’s neck as he watches Ron talk. Hermione’s eyes widening with a dawning realisation.
Over the next few months, Hermione watches her two friends closely. Harry is almost constantly staring at Ron, laughing more-than-usual at his jokes, as well as talking about Ron in ringing tones (far more than he would have done up until their fourth year).
Hermione struggles with her own crush on Ron, and feels torn between her respect for Harry as a friend and adoptive-sibling, and her own love for their redheaded friend.
Eventually, whilst Ron is out on a solo prefect patrol, Hermione decides she can stand it no longer. In the empty common room, she asks Harry whether he has fallen in love with Ron.
Harry blushes scarlet, and tries to bluff his way around the question. As their tempers increase (and their faces grow redder with embarrassment), the two friends fall into a blazing row; their voices echoing across the room.
Before he knew it, Harry was yelling about how amazing Ron was; how brave, kind, funny, loving and all-round brilliant the redhead was. And Hermione joined in, yelling how she been in love with Ron since third year for the same reasons that Harry had. Because he was kind, and gentle, and so utterly irreplaceable…. So utterly Ron Weasley.
And, as Hermione and Harry reach the sheer limits of how much they love Ron, the portrait hole creaks open.
And a red-faced Ron Weasley trips through into the common room. He had heard everything.
Hermione and Harry feel their faces burning as red as they could possibly burn. What did Ron think of them, now? Was he going to reject them both?
But Ron simply stares at them, his eyes wide with shock, and speaks in a confused tone.
Hermione and Harry stare at him- this wonderful, amazing, brave, kind, and gorgeous boy that they had both fallen for- and begin to cry.
How can he not see himself the way they see them? Why does he not see what he means to them?
Before they know what they are doing, Harry and Hermione both throw their arms around Ron, and hold him closely to themselves. As the baffled redhead wraps his arms around his two friends (but maybe they could be more-than-friends now…), Harry and Hermione speak in unison.
‘Ron, you were never “just” you.’
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