Summary: Ron surprises you with something very special in the Weasley household.
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You were only half joking one evening in the Gryffindor common room when you’d said, “Honestly, Ron, I’m starting to feel left out. Where’s my Weasley sweater?”
You were curled up on the couch, watching as Fred and George wrestled over something ridiculous while Ron lounged beside you, flipping through a Quidditch magazine. He’d glanced over at you with a crooked smile, laughing lightly. “Yeah? I’ll tell Mum to put you on the list.”
But what you didn’t notice was how his smile lingered a little too long after your words—or how his gaze dropped thoughtfully to your hands as you tugged your sleeves over your knuckles, looking almost wistful.
You’d forgotten the comment by the next morning.
But Ron… hadn’t.
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A few weeks later, you came back to the common room after a long day of classes, ready to collapse into your usual spot by the fire. But as soon as you stepped inside, something felt different.
Ron was there—standing by the fireplace, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, his cheeks flushed pink. His eyes locked onto yours the moment you walked in, and he stiffened, gripping something behind his back like he was hiding a weapon.
“Hey,” you greeted, raising a curious brow, sensing the nerves rolling off him in waves. “You alright?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m—fine,” he said quickly, clearing his throat. “Just… uh… actually—wait.” He took a deep breath and stepped forward, pulling something out from behind his back and holding it up between you.
It was a sweater.
A big, chunky, obviously handmade sweater.
Your heart actually skipped.
It wasn’t perfect—in fact, it was hilariously imperfect. The stitching was uneven, the sleeves looked slightly mismatched in length, and the maroon wool had random streaks of mustard yellow running through it. But there, front and center, were your initials—crooked but unmistakable—stitched right onto the front.
You stared, mouth falling open.
“Ron…” you said softly, reaching out to take it from him, “is this—did you…?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, staring determinedly at the floor. “I mean, yeah. I did. Well—Mum helped a bit with the… magic bits. But I—I did most of it. Thought you deserved your own Weasley jumper if you were serious about wanting one.” He glanced up quickly, eyes flicking to yours, then back down just as fast. “It’s not… y’know, perfect or anything.”
Your heart swelled in your chest.
“It’s perfect,” you said, barely getting the words out before you were tugging it over your head. It was huge, hanging past your hips, and the sleeves were way too long. But it was warm and smelled faintly of cinnamon and woodsmoke, and you honestly couldn’t have loved anything more in that moment.
You stretched out your arms, grinning. “How do I look?”
Ron’s grin bloomed, wide and proud, his freckles practically glowing with how red his face got. “Like a—like a proper Weasley,” he said, his voice a bit hoarse.
You laughed, stepping closer, wrapping your arms around his middle and squeezing tight. You felt him freeze for a second in surprise before he melted into the hug, his arms coming around you with that same awkward, sweet gentleness that was so him.
You pulled back just enough to kiss his cheek—soft and lingering—and when you stepped away, he looked completely stunned, blinking down at you like you’d just set off a firework between you.
“Best gift I’ve ever gotten,” you said, resting your chin on his chest and beaming up at him.
He gave a breathless little laugh, eyes crinkling at the corners as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Yeah? Well… good. I’ve got years of practice ahead if you’re gonna keep asking for stuff like that.”
“Careful,” you teased, leaning into him again. “I might start making demands.”
Ron chuckled, tightening his arms around you as he pressed his nose into your hair, warm and content. “Anything you want,” he mumbled against your temple, voice low and sincere. “You’re worth it.”
And as you stood there, wrapped in both his sweater and his arms, you couldn’t help but think you’d never felt cozier—or more loved—in your entire life.
⟢ pairing. ron weasley x fem! reader. ⟢ summary. ron’s failed attempt at confessing his feelings for you. ⟢ friends to lovers. ron being an absolute awkward mess. ⟢ wc: 1,9k ⟢ masterlist!
the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew it was love at first sight—or so he told everyone. the two of you met at the hogwarts express along with harry and hermione, and from that moment on, the four of you had been inseparable. you were merely his ‘tiny’ crush back when you two were just children, but as time passed by, his feelings only grew stronger. harry and hermione wasn’t that slow to catch on, since ron made it very obvious he liked you, but even so, you were too oblivious to see it.
“ron, you’ve liked her for god knows how long now, just confess already.” hermione sighed in frustration, crossing her arms before she gave harry a look, tilting her head slightly towards ron. “y—yeah ron, you should totally tell her how you feel.” harry urged, nodding his head. “i don’t know, i mean you’ve seen the way she looks at cedric!” he blurted, voice climbing in pitch as his expression turned into a horrified one, recalling how you smiled sweetly towards cedric the other day.
“for goodness’ sake ron, just do it!” she huffed, her eyes flashing with impatience. “and fine, we’ll help you.” her voice was lower this time, softer. “we are?” harry questioned, head snapping towards hermione who playfully smacked harry in the arm. “ow! that hurt.” a small smile played on her lips, as he rubbed his arm, trying to ease the pain hermione had done. “well i suppose the two of you have ideas? i got none,” ron’s gaze flickered back and fourth between harry and hermione, who only stayed silent, clearly not having ideas either. “great, none of us has any ideas.” he sighed in defeat.
“wait!” hermione spoke abruptly, earning the attention of the two as they turned their heads toward hermione in sync. “ i have an idea.”
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the sound of the bell ringing echoed through the corridors, indicating that it was time for lunch. you and hermione strolled down the castle corridors with books clutched to your chests, having finished herbology class with professor sprout. “i mean, can you believe it? cedric just asked me to the yule ball! how exciting is that?” you gushed, eyes wide as you hugged your books closer to your chest, hardly able to contain your grin.
hermione’s brows shot up upon hearing this, a flicker of panic flashing across her face before quickly masking it. “that’s amazing!” she cheered, forcing a smile. you weren’t that stupid to notice that she wasn’t quite happy about it, but you brushed it off. hermione is smart and good at all sorts of things, but the one thing she wasn’t good at was acting.
before you knew it, the two of you had arrived at the great hall. the scent of roasted chicken and freshly baked bread drifted through the air as students milled about, some already seated at their house tables, others still trickling in from morning classes. you smiled upon seeing harry and ron who was sitting next to each other. “hi,” you greeted the both of them, sitting across them before hermione followed, sitting down beside you.
ron’s gaze lingered on you, before you quickly caught him. “uh, hey.” ron waved awkwardly toward you, biting the inside of his cheeks from nervousness. “hi ron,” you returned the gesture, giving him a soft smile—the smile that never failed to melt ron’s little heart. he pressed his lips together in order to stop himself from smiling, his stomach doing little flips.
“so,” hermione cleared her throat, eyeing harry and ron across the table. “me and harry, we were assigned to make a potion and uh..” she gave a quick glance your way. “but, we’re missing a few key ingredients. they’re kept in the potions storeroom by the dungeons,” she paused, hesitating for a moment, her eyes searched for ron’s and harry, in which harry nodded slightly, giving her the go.
“would you and ron mind going to fetch them for us? It’d save us loads of time.” she smiled innocently, hiding her worried expression. “i mean sure, why not?” the second that sentence came out of your mouth, the three of them breathed out a sigh of relief they didn’t even know they were holding.
“brilliant! is after lunch good?” harry asked, bringing a piece of roasted chicken towards his mouth. “yeah, of course. ron?” you quickly looked his way, a small expectant smile tugging at your lips. ron, who had been suspiciously quiet ever since your arrival, nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.
he quickly regained his composure, stiffening his posture in order to act cool. “y—yeah, after lunch sounds cool.” you could hear hermione and harry holding back a laugh, and you couldn’t help but chuckle too. his ears quickly turned pink from embarrassment. “shut up.”
lunch went by what felt like seconds, one minute you were laughing at how harry and ron had a burping contest to see who could burp the loudest, and now you were heading towards the dungeons with ron by your side. the air was filled with awkward silence, as ron tried his best to think of a conversation—anything to say.
he had forgotten all of the conversation topic ideas hermione and harry had given him yesterday, and that lead him to mentally curse himself. you could feel how tensed up ron was, and it made you worry. every so often, you glanced sideways at ron, silently checking up on him, wondering why he looked so stiff, shoulders tense, lips pressed into a thin line. unbeknownst to you, harry and hermione were following the two of you, hiding in the corners of the castle corridors.
“ron, are you okay?” you stopped mid-track, finally breaking the air of silence, as you turned to him. “um, yeah i’m a hundred percent alright, why do you ask?” you raised your eyebrow in return. although he dismissed it, his body language couldn’t lie. “i don’t know, you just seemed nervous is all. i just thought—” your sentence was briefly cut once you heard a faint sound footsteps. you turned your head toward the direction of the sound only to be greeted by an empty hallway. “is it just me or do i have a feeling that someone else is in here and not just us?” you playfully asked him, a hint of worry lacing in your voice nonetheless as a flicker of panic flashed across his face.
“oh, um, it’s probably just.. rats?” he blurted whatever came out of his mouth, shrugging it off. you snorted. “rats? seriously?” it was then you let out a small but genuine laugh. he blinked, shoulders sagging just a little as if he’d been holding his breath without realizing it. the corners of his mouth twitched into a crooked grin. “well, I mean… it is the dungeons,” he said, a bit more relaxed now, his voice less strangled than before. “wouldn’t be surprised if there’s a whole rat army down here.” you laughed again, shaking your head. “you’re ridiculous.” his eyes never left yours, quietly admiring the way you’d laugh, there was just something about it that made his knees weak. if there was one thing in the world he loved, it would be your laugh.
yes, his eyes never left yours, until a flicker of movement behind you caught his attention. he looked over your shoulder, spotting two familiar figures, half-hidden in the corner of the corridors, who’s none other than harry and hermione themselves. hermione was furiously mouthing now! while gesturing wildly with her hands, meanwhile harry gave ron two big thumbs up, grinning like an idiot. it was the perfect timing, just like three of you had planned. his eyes darted between them and you in pure panic, he was clearly not ready.
you frowned slightly, catching the strange look on his face. “ron? what is it?” you asked, starting to glance behind you. “n—nothing! whoo, it’s getting bloody hot in here is it?” he rambled, letting out an awkward laugh. you furrowed your eyebrows, clearly not buying the act. “okay.. um, we should probably get back to getting the ingredients?” you turned your heel, but before you could walk past him, he caught your wrist, halting your movements.
he quickly pulled his hands, realizing that he just touched you without consent. you turned to him, stepping back a little bit so he’d face you. “i, um..” he paused, the words he so wanted to say was caught in his throat. your head tilted, trying to make out whatever he wanted to say. “i, um, have something to tell you, but d—don’t freak out,” you nodded, listening intently.
“thing is, i li—”
“ron, there’s a spider in your shoulder!” you gasped, pointing your index finger toward his shoulder. he froze. “w—what?” he croaked, his face turning pale. in his shoulder, crawled a big spider, big enough to nearly cover his entire shoulder, its long legs twitching as it explored the fabric of his robes.
“GET IT OFF!” he yelped, completely forgetting any shred of cool he might’ve had. In a wild panic, he jumped backward, flailing his arms and trying to shake it off without actually touching it. behind you, harry and hermione watched the scene unfold. hermione mouthed an ‘oh no’ while harry was trying his best not to laugh.
“hold still!” you said, trying to help, though he wasn’t hearing a word. “DON’T TELL ME TO HOLD STILL, IT’S ON ME, IT’S ON ME!” he howled, twisting in circles. finally, the spider tumbled off, skittering across the stone floor. he scrambled back, chest heaving, face red and eyes wide with sheer terror.
you couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. “ron, it’s gone! you’re fine!” he scowled half-heartedly. “not funny.” he muttered, though the pink in his ears told a different story. “is everything okay? i heard someone screaming!”
a voice suddenly spoke up. you turned around to see neville who’s slightly out of breath and clutching his wand like he’d been ready to duel a troll. you giggled, “hi neville. and yes, everything’s fine! just a spider problem.” neville blinked. “oh,” he said, visibly relaxing. “well—glad you’re alright. i thought maybe something worse had happened.” he gave ron a sympathetic look. “big one?”
“size of my hand,” ron muttered darkly, still eyeing the floor suspiciously, as if the spider might come back for revenge. “oh, right! professor mcgonagall wanted to see you at her office.” neville added suddenly, glancing at you. “me?” you asked, pointing to yourself as he nodded. you turned to ron. “will you be alright here?”
“yeah, i’ll be alright.”
“okay then, see you later!” you smiled, giving him a small wave before you walked away, glancing one last time before you disappeared into the castle corridors. as soon as you were out of earshot, he groaned loudly, running both hands through his hair. just from the corner, emerged harry and hermione both sharing an awkward-apologetic look. “well, that didn’t go as planned.” hermione said, trying to lighten up the mood. “you think?”
“Forward, right- that’s my foot.” You winced as Ron took a step back to apologize. “No no it’s alright, you almost got it!”
“I’m sorry, just nervous.” His voice trailed off as he scratched the back of his head.
“How come? The Yule Ball will be fun, have you gotten a date yet?”
You. Hopefully. He thought to himself. “Not yet, have to figure out how to ask them first.”
He wondered if you knew it was you he was talking about when you smiled at him and motioned for him to step forward.
The two of you had been practicing for nearly two hours now. Ever since the announcement of the Yule Ball and dance lessons starting immediately, Ron had somehow managed to still mess up—even if he had McGonagall to teach him.
“You don’t have to be nervous, I’m sure whoever you want to ask will say yes.” You said as you adjusted his hands to hold your waist while the other was clasped in yours. “Relax a bit, just follow me. It’s just us.”
One step forward. One to the right. Take a step back. One step forward. One to the right. Take a step back.
“You’re a natural! Whoever you ask would be an idiot to not say yes to you.” Your words caused his cheeks to flush a deep red but he hoped that somehow, despite the fact that you had been looking at him the whole time, that you wouldn’t notice the reaction you got from him.
He wondered if you’d ever notice it was you. It’s always been you, and he’d want it no other way. Regardless of whether you’re oblivious to the fact or not.
Happier - Ron Weasley
Requested: yes | no
Word Count: 1.03k
The Grand Hall was filled with students eating their breakfast. No change there. But, for Hermione, who was still struggling to come to terms with her breakup with none other than one of her best friends, Ron. There was a very distinct difference. She sat facing them, Ron and his new girlfriend Y/N, a half eaten discarded piece of toast on her plate. Hermione had lost her appetite, she couldn’t bring herself to eat when a few inches in front of her the boy she was still madly in love with; was sat professing how she was the most beautiful girl he had ever known. A statement he had repeatedly told Hermione over and over, a mere amount of weeks ago.
“‘Mione?” Harry asked, snapping the girl out of her thoughts.
“Ron, Y/N and I are thinking about going to Hogsmeade this afternoon. Would you like to come with us?”
“I think I’ll pass. I’ve agreed to tutor some first year students today.” Hermione responded, it wasn’t true. But, it was a clever lie. She knew that she couldn’t face an entire day experiencing the heartache of Ron and Y/N being all over each other. But, who was she to stop them? They were doing nothing wrong. Yet, there was still an overwhelming emotional pain that her logical brain could not rationalise, every time she saw the pair together.
“Actually, I think I better go and get ready. I don’t want them to think I’m running late.” She said, excusing herself from the table they were at. She offered them all a weak smile as she did. It was selfish, she was fully aware of that; she wanted Ron to be happy. She truly did. She just didn’t expect it to be this early, or for the pain to be this intense.
As she made her way down the Hogwarts corridors, it was like her past relationship was haunting her. Every step she took, there was something significant for her to have taken note of. Secret kisses at the start of their relationship, behind pillars in the courtyard at night. Or, tight embrace before potions class, to help each other get through a class with Snape. Their first argument, outside of the greenhouses when the subject of Viktor Krum came up and Ron’s jealousy had become unbearable. Hermione didn’t really know where she was going, she just needed to get away.
Soon enough, she came across an isolated part of the school. A little hill, with a great big tree. No-one would ever find her here. She rushed over to it, and sat cross-legged, burying her face into her lap to muffle the gut wrenching sobs. Her entire body shook with the impact of them, her voice became hoarse as she muttered to herself; in an attempt to make herself stop crying. The most prominent being how foolish this whole situation was, if she wanted Ron to be happy and to move on -- why was she so utterly heartbroken seeing it in action?
Hermione wasn’t sure how much time had passed, when she felt someone wrap their arms around her. She did know, however, that she was emotionally exhausted. As she looked up, her eyes stung, they were more than likely red and puffy. Through blurry vision, she could make out flaming red hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes. Ginny.
“H-how did you know I was here?” Hermione asked, her voice aching with every word. It was as if someone had used sandpaper on her voicebox.
“I know the boys may not see how much you’re hurting, but I’ve seen it ‘Mione. Even though Ron’s my brother, you’re still my friend. You can talk to me.” She stated, as she rubbed comforting circles into Hermione’s back. “Even if you just want to sit in silence for a while, so you can gather your thoughts, we can do that.”
It gave Hermione a lot to think about, she had felt for weeks like she couldn’t confide in anyone about the way that she was feeling. How inadequate she felt compared to Y/N, especially when she made Ron so happy. She was beautiful and sweet. Even she could see the appeal in the other young witch. The more she thought about her, the more insecure she felt.
“She’s just so much prettier than me Ginny. If she was a bitch, it would be so much easier because then I would have a reason to dislike her. I know it’s selfish, but I can’t stand seeing them together.” She sniffled, as she wiped her nose on the back of the cardigan she was wearing.
“Hermione, don’t. You are both different people. Just because she’s pretty, doesn’t mean that you can’t match her. I know that it’s going to hurt seeing them together, believe me. But the pain will pass. I think it could be a good idea, if you organise a girls trip to Hogsmeade invite Y/N get to know her a little bit better. Ron won’t be around, so you won’t be able to see them all over each other.” Ginny advised. “Besides, you’ll be able to stash up on chocolate and there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.”
Hermione felt herself laugh, properly laugh for the first time in a long time. The pain subsided for just a brief moment. But, nonetheless it was her first taste of normal she had felt since Ron had introduced Y/N, as his new girlfriend to their group of friends. Perhaps, Ginny was right. If she got to know Y/N, she was sure that the two of them could be fond friends.
“It would be nice to have a girls trip.” She confirmed.
“We should probably head back, the boys are oblivious, sure. However, I’m not sure if they fully bought your story of tutoring younger students. Especially as it’s a weekend.” Ginny explained, as she stood up; pulling Hermione up with her. Once both girls were on their feet, Ginny looped her arm through Hermione’s, linking both girls together. No matter how hard Hermione was finding things, she knew she would always have Ginny to rely on.
You Know What They Say About Weddings // R.W. (celebration fic)
Request: Omg congratulations!!!! Could you do a Ron x Reader with the "theres only one bed" trope and fluff prompts 11 and 1? Thank you so much and congrats again!! - @mischi3f-manag3d
Fluff 1: “I think I’m in love with you.”
Fluff 11: “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”
A/N: Just me that's ridiculously attracted to the photo below? Anyway! Here is your request, I hope you like!!
Pairing: Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader
Warnings: I don’t think there are any - just a load of fluff really.
Word count: 1.6k
The band hired by Molly Weasley upon the recommendation of an old friend played in the corner of the marquee. The Weasley family and their friends all crowded there; happy to watch the eldest Weasley child, Bill, marry the love of his life, Fleur.
It had been a wonderful ceremony; very few left the service with dry eyes.
You found it hard to keep your emotions in check through it all; wanting so desperately to turn to the youngest Weasley son beside you and ask if he felt the same way as you – if he loved you just as much as you have loved him since Fifth Year.
You think back to this morning; when you had arrived at the Burrow in time to watch the marquee be raised. Your eyes had landed on Ron, and they hadn’t left him. Your eyes ran over his body; drinking in the sight of him in a suit – sleeves rolled up due to the already warm day. Not wanting to be caught, you turned away and rid your mind of the thoughts running through it at warp speed.
With a laugh at the memory, you drag Ron onto the dancefloor. Awkwardness radiates from him, but he dutifully places his hand on your waist and takes your hand in his as your other hand places itself on his shoulder. You laugh together as you try to follow the beat of the song; the dance lessons given by McGonagall doing nothing for either of your left feet. You step on his toes repeatedly, but he doesn’t complain once; he just changes tact – instead of trying to attempt the waltz, he simply changes the hold of his arms and decides to have fun instead.
Spinning around the dancefloor; you can’t help but let yourself imagine. You can’t help but let yourself think of the future you so desperately desired with the very redhead holding you so gently in his arms.
You know what they say about weddings.
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Fred leans down to Harry’s ear, pointing towards Ron and you on the dancefloor, “When do you think they’ll pull their finger out?”
Harry laughs, “Worried about the bet, Fred?”
Fred snorts, “Hardly.”
Harry watches his best friend twirl you around on the dancefloor before pulling you back in as you laugh. Harry swivels to face Fred, “You know what they say about weddings.”
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You throw off your heels; groaning at the feel of your blood rushing back to your feet. At this height, Ron can easily throw an arm over your shoulder, “Better?”
You nod, “Much.”
Following Ron upstairs, you stifle yawn after yawn. The reception had been one of the best nights of your life; dancing, drinking, laughing – it was a truly happy night. You had danced with Ron for a lot of night; dragging him to the dancefloor for one dance but then staying with him for three more. He eventually left to get drinks whilst you danced with Hermione, Ginny, and Luna – a wide smile across your face.
You hadn’t missed the looks exchanged by the girls when Ron came back to steal your attention. You also hadn’t missed the conversation between Ron’s family and your friends as they watched you continue to the dance with the red-haired man.
You shake your head as you remember that moment; you were aware of the bet they had going. Hermione unable to keep a secret from you had blabbed it to you less than a month after it was made. She felt awful for keeping it from you, but you assured her you didn’t mind too much – curious as to who had what date.
“You don’t mind sharing my room with me?” Ron checks.
You shake your head, smiling at him sleepily, “I don’t mind.”
Ron relaxes somewhat, but he still remains tense, “There’s only one bed.”
You roll your eyes, “How many nights did I sneak into the hospital to stay with you after you hurt your leg?”
Ron blushes, “You’re right. I’ll let you get changed first… just knock when you’re done.”
In that moment, he looks so helpless that you lift yourself onto your tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. The last thing you see before closing his bedroom door is Ron pressing a hand to his cheek with a wide smile.
You knock lightly on the door when you’re done changing. Ron enters the room with a light blush dusting his cheeks; his eyes running over body quickly. He turns to his dresser, pulling out his pyjamas.
“I’ll wait outside for you to finish changing.”
Ron shakes his head, “Don’t worry about it; just turn around.”
“If you’re sure?”
“I’m sure,” He laughs.
You turn to face the singular window; the moon is high in the sky and the sky is so clear that you can see the stars. Looking into the garden, you see Bill and Fleur still dancing – alone, no longer surrounded by family and friends. They have no idea they have an audience; they just remain in each other’s arms, finally happy to have a private moment between them. You shift your gaze when Bill dips his heads to kiss his wife.
You think to yourself; there’s just something about weddings.
Ron coughs; bringing you out of your reverie. Turning around, you find him dressed in some old sweatpants and an old shirt. Your heart softens at the sight of him; his hands flex at his side – his nervous tick
His bed is just big enough for two; you lie side by side on your back, hands laid out by your sides. It would take less than a millimetre of space; less than a second of time to reach out and take his hand in yours, to tangle your fingers together.
But you don’t. You lie next to him; mind racing just as fast as your heart – any sense of tiredness hanging over you chased away the moment you laid down next to the boy you’ve loved since Fifth Year.
“Did you have fun today?” Ron asks in the dark; filling the silence.
“I did. It was nice to see everyone before we go back to school. Harry and Ginny looked particularly close.”
Ron frowns, “My sister and my best friend.”
You giggle, turning onto your side, “Don’t act like you don’t approve.”
Ron sighs with a smile, “You’ve caught me out,” He furrows his brows, “Did you see them all whispering when we were dancing?”
Nodding, you bite your lip, “Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.”
Ron snorts, reaching for your hand in the dark, “I know. Harry told me about it tonight.”
You sit up in bed; not letting go of his hand, “How long has it been going on? Hermione told me about it but she never said when it started.”
“Since last year. Harry only brought it up because if we get together by Saturday, he wins the bet.”
You laugh, “I can’t believe them.”
“Absolute gits,” Ron laughs.
You play with your fingers, dropping his hand to do so, “What do you think of the bet?”
Ron sits up, “Why?”
“It doesn’t annoy you?” You question; risking a peek at his face in the limited light of the moon.
“Not particularly. It’s a harmless bet.”
You nod your head; trying not to think too much of it.
“Why? What do you think of the bet?”
You sigh heavily; wondering how best to phrase what you’ve wanted to say to him all day, deciding that the truth is the best way to go. “I think I’m in love with you,” You state; bluntly, honestly.
Ron’s mouth drops open and you start talking without giving him a chance to say anything, “You don’t need to feel the same; really, you don’t,” You grab a pillow, “I’ll go sleep on the couch, I’ll see you in the morning.”
You make to leave but Ron’s hand grips your wrist, “Sit back down. At least give me a chance to reply.”
You sit back down on the bed slowly; your hand still grips the pillow in case you need to sleep downstairs. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Ron asks.
Shrugging your shoulders, you say, “I’m not sure. I wanted to, I really did but then you were with Lavender and I didn’t feel like talking to you a lot and then, and then, and then, I guess I didn’t want to ruin the friendship.”
“I wondered why you pulled away through Lavender; I barely saw you.”
You sigh; crushing the pillow to your chest, “It hurt too much to look at you.”
Ron shuffles on the bed, “If I had known-”
“You’d have what?” You interrupt, “You’d have broken up with her?”
Ron shakes his head, “I’d have never dated her.”
“What?”
“I’d have never dated her,” He repeats, “I’d have asked you out.”
“Oh,” You state.
“Yeah,” Ron mumbles, looking down.
“We’ve mucked this up haven’t we?”
“Nah, we haven’t,” Ron laughs, “We just delayed their bet.”
You giggle, “The bet. Who do we want to win?”
“Who’s the closest to tonight?”
You think for a moment; remembering the piece of paper that Hermione explained was the bet. “I think you were right earlier,” You say, “Harry is the closest by Saturday.”
“What do you think? Shall we let Harry win?”
You smile softly, leaning closer to Ron, “I think I’m okay with Harry winning.”
“Thank Merlin,” Ron whispers before pulling you in for a kiss.
His hand caresses your cheek, and he smiles into the kiss. You soon begin to laugh at the absurdity of it all; having to pull away from the redhead and assure him that it isn’t him you’re laughing at. Your jealousy over Lavender never spurred you to confess your feelings, neither did the Department of Mysteries, but a bet and a wedding has you falling into Ron’s arms.
Request: hi my love! can I request a ron weasley x male reader? where they are like so in love and just fluff please? thank you for reading love! have a great day!
A/N: Omg, first time writing for a male reader and I really hope I did okay. I know it’s quite short but it’s definitely one of the fluffiest things I’ve written. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: Ron suspects his boyfriend has stolen his shirt.
Warning(s): None. Fluff.
Word Count: 800
{Not my gif}
“Is that my shirt?” Ron called out to Y/N. He was sprawled out on the Gryffindor couch, munching on a chocolate frog Ron had given him the other day. He didn’t even bat an eye when Ron approached him. Of course, it was his shirt. Ron's clothes were slightly bigger than Y/N's, and he loved flopping the sleeves, so yes, he had nicked it from his closet.
“You mean our shirt?” he replied. Ron shook his head in disbelief and promptly leaped onto the couch, landing on him with a thud. Y/N yelped and immediately gave Ron a whack on the head. “Get off me, you wanker!” he yelled, trying to shove the ginger-haired boy off him. But Ron had already latched on tight and was snuggling his face into his chest.
“Nope. Not until you give me my shirt back,” he told him. Y/N rolled his eyes and tried pushing him again; not even the slightest budge came from it.
“Ron, I can’t give you the shirt if you’re literally on top of me,” he argued. Ron took a moment to consider what his boyfriend had said, then decided to get to his feet. Y/N took his chance; he bolted from the couch and rushed up the steps to the boy's dormitory.
“Hey! Where are you going?” Ron shouted, hot on his heels. But Y/N didn’t reply; he just kept running. Once at his door, Y/N gripped the handle, ran inside, and had almost closed it behind him, except when he tried, it wouldn’t shut. He looked down to see Ron’s foot wedged in between the door and the frame. Y/N weighed his options, he could try to shove Ron’s foot back outside, or he could make a break for the bed. He chose the latter, and once he landed on the bed, he threw the covers over himself, successfully hiding from view.
“Hmm, where has he gone?” Ron wondered aloud. Y/N could hear him walking around the dorm; he covered his mouth to keep from laughing. “Not in the closet; maybe he’s hidden under the bed.” His footsteps neared Y/N’s spot, and now he was biting his finger to prevent giggles from escaping. He felt the mattress dip as Ron rested a hand on it and peaked underneath. “Not there either. Well, that only leaves one place…” he trailed off. Y/N felt his heart pounding as he anticipated what was to come.
Suddenly, the covers were ripped off of him, and Ron tackled his boyfriend yet again. “Gotcha,” he declared, grabbing Y/N’s waist and pulling him close. Y/N desperately tried to wriggle from his grasp. But Ron was strong, and before long, he accepted defeat.
“You’re the cutest,” he told him, smiling as Ron’s ears turned red. His boyfriend then began attacking his face in short kisses, making him laugh even harder than he had been. But as they came down from their adrenaline highs, they decided to get comfy. Ron lifted the covers and helped Y/N slide under. Once he did, he wrapped his arms around him and nuzzled his head against Y/N’s chest. The pair laid there for a few silent moments, simply enjoying the other's company. Eventually, though, Ron spoke up.
“You can keep the shirt. It looks better on you anyway. But maybe I should ask Mum to make you one since you keep stealing ‘em,” he suggested. Y/N brought his fist to his chest as a sign of victory. Ron laughed at his antics and began stroking his back.
“Are you gonna spend the night?” he asked softly. Ron looked up at him.
“Would you like me to, love?” Y/N nodded eagerly, blush filling his cheeks. His boyfriend chuckled at him and patted his face. “Then, I will. Big spoon or little spoon?” he asked. Y/N tapped a finger to his lips, genuinely considering both options. But in the end, he settled for his usual; little spoon. After he told Ron his verdict, the red-head propped himself up onto his elbow and held out his arm, allowing Y/N to turn around and scoot his back up against Ron’s chest. Once settled, Y/N looked out the window, watching as the snow fell and the sun sunk below the ground.
Soft lips brushed the skin behind his ear, and a shiver ran down his spine, giving him goosebumps. “I love you,” Ron whispered. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat as butterflies flooded his tummy. No matter how many times Ron had spoken those three words to him, they had never lost their dizzying effect.
“I love you too,” he whispered back. He could feel sleep taking him over and soon gave in to the pull. When he did, Ron stroked his face, wondering how he ever got so lucky.
“well you see, so, you know.. in the muggle world we have polar bears, and you know they are white - but! did you know underneath their white fur their skin is a darker shade of grey!” you delightfully explained to your table. they nodded, “i think you have told us this before! but, did you ever find out about the homework from last night y/n?” cedric asked, although you loved your friends - sometimes they could take the fun out of everything! you nodded, dutifully handing him your parchment. “study up! alright? hand it back to me in a little. i’m going to sneak to the gryffindor table.” you sat up, deciding to walk towards the gryffindor table and take a seat next to hermoine. “hey!” you giggled, patting her shoulder. “oh god, we were just talking about you! werent we ron?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the ginger boy in front of her. “oh, well.. i mean.. i” he stuttered out, deciding to grab another chicken thigh and shove it in his mouth to avoid speaking. you laughed out, “ron, you’re crazy! so, i tried to tell my table about polar bears today right, and they totally dissed me! they just asked for my homework.” you huffed out, looking towards ron as he blushed heavily. “i cant believe they would do that.” he said through his stuffed cheeks. “ron! close your mouth we can see all of the meat stuffed in there!” hermoine spat, throwing a napkin at him and laughing. “sorry..” he mumbled, placing the napkin over his mouth. “sorry about that, y/n. you
would think they would be more excited about the polar bears. especially since theyre muggle born. i mean, who wouldnt!” hermoine interjected, patting your shoulder. “we love your random facts, it gets us through the day!” ron smiled, wiping his hands and face before gathering his items. “i should be heading off.. i’ll.. well, i will see you in class y/n.” he smiled cheekily, the crimson blush returning to his freckled skin. he slightly tripped as he walked away, making sure you weren’t looking at the time of his fall before scurring off. “i should go make sure he’s okay? right?” hermoine cooed, “you like him, dont you?” she whispered. her eyes widened as her lips fell slightly ajar, “you really like him!” you giggled, nodding as you spoke, “yes.. maybe so.. i dont know.. what if he doesnt like me?” you asked, huffing out as you placed your head in your palms. “not like you?? y/n, he’s obsessed! he was just talking about you before you came. how you always bring a smile to his face, how you never let him down, how youre always there to let him know hes not alone! he was going on and on about your little muggle facts - to which he researched a few to tell you, he’s just too scared.” hermoine went on, detailing his little affinity towards you. “really??” you smiled, getting giddier by the second, “should.. well, should i go find him before class?” you asked, eyes widening. “yes! dont be shy! do it!” she egged you on, neville sitting down in rons past seat and agreeing. “i dont know whats going on but.. if hermoine says you should do it, then you should.” he smiled as you grabbed your items, running towards cedrics side to grab your parchments and running down the hall. it seemed like ron and harry had got caught up in the hallways talking - just to your luck! “ron!” you yelled, not caring about who else was around. “ron!” he turned around, smiling wide at you before waving. “hey ba.. y/n! whats up?” he stuttered, holding his books closer. “hi harry, can.. i have a few moments with ron alone? very quickly!” you begged, smiling as he nodded and winked at ron. “i’ll see you in class, ronald.” he laughed, walking away. “is.. is there something you need to talk about?” ron asked, his face still stained with the blush from before. “ron, i’m going to ask you a question and you have to tell me if i am wrong. if i’m not, then we have to do something about it!” you mumbled out, twiddling with your thumbs as you spoke. “what is it, y/n? are you okay?” he asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. “i.. i like you ron, and i want to know if you like me too. more.. more than a friend.” his eyes became huge, before stuttering out, “i.. i.. i do like you, a lot actually. more than.. friends. i didnt know how to tell you this, but, i’ve liked you since i met you years ago. you.. you make me happy.” you smiled, pulling him in close resulting in his drop of his books. you smiled into the crook of his neck before squeezing him tighter. “ronald weasley! i like you!” he smiled widely, holding you close to his body. “does.. does this make you my girlfriend?” he asked, pulling slightly away. “if you want it to be..” you added, cocking an eyebrow. “of course, why wouldnt i?” he asked, pressing a soft peck to your cheek.
