YOUR LOVER // R.W
[𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]
You and Ron met after the war. You were both at the bar, two years ago, in The Leaky Cauldron when you recognized each other from school. You quickly fell into conversation, being the only people you both knew in the whole place.
Since then, it had been cute dates, spending weekends together at your flat in London and falling deeper and deeper in love.
There was only one problem. When you were at Hogwarts, you were in the same year as the twins, meaning you were two years above Ron. Of course, this didn’t matter know as you were both adults – Ron being 21 and you being 23. However, that wasn’t the only problem, you were a pureblood Slytherin, whose parents were both blood prejudice and followers of Voldemort. You were also friends with known ex death eaters, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Adrian Pucey, who was in your year, and Draco Malfoy. Thankfully, you never received the mark.
While none of you believed in blood supremacy, and none of you knew anything of your parents anymore, your family names had been tarnished forever, and this was extremely prominent when Ron finally decided to introduce you to his family.
You knew how important his family was to Ron, so that’s why you spent 2 and a half hours getting ready for the family dinner he was taking you too tonight. You were surprised that they were even letting you date Ron, let alone inviting you over for dinner. Not only would all the Weasley’s be there, but also Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Fleur Delacour, who your remembered from your sixth year.
When you first apparated from your flat to the burrow, you weren’t aware that Ron hadn’t informed them of exactly who his girlfriend was before coming. It was only when you were standing outside when the news was broken, not helping your nerves whatsoever.
When you first entered, everyone was waiting in the living room with grins on their face, excited to meet you. Their faces swiftly dropped when they realized who you were, and scowls forming when their eyes traveled to you intertwined hands. Eye rolls were received from Fred and George. That's probably what you got for calling them carrot-tops for seven years straight.
The smiles were smacked back on their faces when they saw Hermione enter through the front door.
The rest of the evening was extremely awkward. Snide comments were thrown at you the whole night, such as ‘I didn’t know death eaters were allowed to just roam free’ and ‘so did your parents get life in Azkaban or just a really long time?’. So, you opted to staying quiet for the rest of the night, trying not to let them get to you.
“The worst of it was when you came back from using the bathroom, and went to enter the kitchen when voices stopped you from doing so.
“Why are you dating her Ron?” The first voice belonged to Molly.
“Because I love her, Mum. Is that such a crime, to love your girlfriend.”
“Not normally, but it is when it’s her. She’s not good for you, she’ll only end up hurting you in the long run.”
“Your mother’s right, Ronald. To be completely honest, we thought that you were going to come through the door with Hermione tonight. Not to mention that she’s two years older than you”
“What?”
“Oh, come on Ron.” Said Molly. “You two have always had chemistry. Much more than you and what's-her-face through there.” She whispered, venomously.
“Her name’s Y/N, and I love her. And if you can’t accept that, that’s on you. Maybe if you gave her a chance and got to know her, you would realize what’s she’s been through and what an incredible woman she is. An ‘to be completely honest’” He mocked his father's previous words. “Until you do just that, I need a break. Bye guys, I’ll talk to you later.”
“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY YOU GET BECK HERE RIGHT NOW!” Molly shouted.
And that’s how you ended up here, lying in bed, with mascara stains on your face as you lay in Ron’s embrace.
Ron’s hugs are always the best.
You had your head laid on his chest as he stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
“You know I love you Y/N.” he placed another kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too Ronnie.” You mumbled.
“And I would do anything for you, even if it meant leaving my family.”
“Ron, I would never expect you to do something like that. I know how much you love them.”
“I do, but not nearly as much as I love you.”
“I'm so glad I met you.” You whispered into his chest.
“Me too, Y/N/N. Me too.”
And that’s how you drifted off to sleep. In the strong, caring, safe embrace of your lover, Ron Weasley.