The Quidditch Match: Ron Weasley Imagine
“Eat!” You demanded, a frown tugging at the corners of your lips. Your best friend and long-time crush, Ron Weasley, stared at you in bewilderment as he waved a piece of toast in front of his eyes.
“Eat!? Only to hurl up my breakfast all over the Quidditch pitch!?” He scoffed, his face losing color by the second.
You sucked your teeth, carelessly tossing the piece of toast on your plate, all hopes of trying to get your friend to fill his belly. No matter what you offered, Ron refused. This was unexceptionally unlike him to decline the chance of enjoying a delicious meal. You’ve seen him get nervous before, especially during exams season, but never like this before.
Ron ran his shaky heads through his ginger locks, looking frantically around the Great Hall for a chance to escape. He would rather be in detention with Professor Snape than waiting for the first match of the Quidditch season to start. It seemed as if his classmates' support and kind words of encouragement didn’t make him feel better either. He gave everyone a weak smile, nausea displaying all over his face.
You were desperate to help your friend. You understand anxiety and the tolls overthinking can affect a human’s mind. It always seems impossible at the moment to overcome it until you eventually calm down and collect yourself.
You watched as Ron sunk lower in his spot. Any lower, he would curl right up into a ball. He sighed, snagging two apples from the fruit bowl in front of you, instructing Ron to stand up and follow you.
He blinked a couple of times, confused as to where both of you were going, but as you swung your leg over the bench, he scurried his way over to you. You didn’t say anything as you led him out of the Great hall and rounded a couple of corners until you reached an isolated area.
You sat against the windows ledge, motioning for Ron to do the same. He slowly stepped closer to you until he perched on the edge, staring at your face until he began to pay attention to the outside world.
It was a somewhat cold morning, a breeze dancing lightly around the branches of the tree. Leaves were creeping from a gorgeous green to a burnt yellow, an indication that the fall was approaching. You breathed in, wet grass filling your senses. It was a tranquil moment, the sounds of nature filling in for the silence the two of you displayed.
After a minute of remaining mute, you turned towards Ron, extending your hand out to reach his. He glanced down at his lap, light pink tinting the tips of his ears. You watched as his pupils dilated, waiting for your next move.
“Ron, I’ve watched you go through so much already. From thick through thin, I’ve experienced it all. I know how talented and brilliant you are. Your worst enemy is yourself, Ron, and you need to start believing in yourself as much as I believe in you,” you spilled.
Ron stared at you with parted lips, not expecting to hear your inner monologue. He looked to his side, looking defeated. He squeezed your hand, letting out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.
“You’re right. I know I can do this. I’ve been practicing almost every day. I’m ready for this moment. I just don’t want to let anyone down,” Ron admitted sheepishly, not used to confessing how he felt.
You nodded, giving him a soft smile. “You can never disappoint anyone, Ron. Because we all see, especially me, how hardworking you are. You’re going to step out onto that field, mount your broom, and defeat the Hufflepuffs by a long shot,” you giggled, earning a chuckle from him back.
You reached into your pocket, handing him the apple. “Now eat, you seriously need your energy for this match. You spent all of it looking like you were about to hurl slugs again,” you joked. He bumped his knee into yours, giving you a stern look as you promised to never bring up that incident again.
“Thank you, honestly, I really needed this talk,” Ron said with a mouth full of apple. You smiled wide and leaned over, your lips brushing his cheek.
“Of course, Ron,” you smirked, his cheeks matching the color of the apple.
“Anytime.”
