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Fancy Clothes-Ron Weasley

warnings: kinda rushed cause i have a headace. not really proof read, fluff that made me personally recoil at how cheesy it is 

a/n: As i said, this is rushed so please bear with me here 

word count: 798

It was common knowledge that the Weasleys weren’t precisely the wealthiest family. Molly had to provide for seven kids along with the help of her husband of course, so having nine mouths to feed, including hers, was a struggle at times but she had always managed. 

  And Ron really admired his mother for that, that even in the harder times she still prepared hot food for all of them. But because of this, when Ron started dating you, he felt like he needed to provide for you. 

   He would do all the things his mom and sister had taught him, like opening doors, making you tea when you feel sick, reassuring you, and all of the above, Ron would do whatever he could to make you happy. But as your relationship got more serious, and your one-year anniversary was coming up, Ron really realized something, he did not own a lot of money. 

   Of course, he knew this all along. But, seeing boyfriends get their girlfriends expensive bracelets, and necklaces for their one year, and even for birthdays made Ron feel insecure.

  Leading to him sitting in his room at the burrow, while all his siblings laughed and joked downstairs, he was stuck with the overbearing feeling of thinking he isn’t good enough. You noticed his demeanor change suddenly, and made your way up to his room, knocking on the slightly open door before entering. 

  “Ron? Are you okay?” You inquired, stepping forward before closing the door behind you. Ron looked up for a second to give you a half smile before nodding his head, only to return to staring at his hands, refusing to make full eye contact with you. You of course knew better, choosing to sit next to him on the edge of the bed while taking his hand in yours and rubbing small figures on the back of his hand.

  “Be honest with me Ron.” You pushed. You knew it wasn’t always the best idea to push him, he could get explosive sometimes, but right now? This felt like something that needed an answer.

  “I can’t buy you anything too expensive.” He answered, making your eyebrows grow together in confusion. 

   “I mean, I can’t buy you a lot of nice things. I don’t have a lot of extra money and I just…” He stopped himself before taking his hand away from yours and folding them in his lap. “Can you forgive me?” He asked, which made you worried.

  “For what may I ask?” 

  “For not being able to buy you fancy clothes, or fancy anniversary gifts.” You felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest at these words.

  “Ron-”

  “You’ve been with me through everything, you’ve loved me through everything. All you’ve done for me is just…I can’t express in words how much it means to me. How can you love me even though I can’t promise the world to you like other boyfriends.” 

  You stared at Ron for a moment, surprised by his sudden outburst of insecurity before you placed a hand on his cheek and looked at him with those love-struck eyes he just loved so much. 

  “I can love you because love doesn’t show itself to people in the forms of materialistic things. You show me so much love through the little things, and for me, that’s enough.” Ron sighed and dramatically threw himself backward onto the bed, looking up at the ceiling in a way to avoid eye contact with you, but also as a way to possibly find answers. 

  Ron felt stupid, he knew that you loved him but in another way, he didn’t exactly know. He felt conflicted and you could see that in the way his eyes aimlessly stared at the ceiling, expecting an answer to his many questions. You sighed and laid down next to him, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulder and cuddling into his side. 

   “I love you, even if you can’t get me fancy things Ron.”  

   “I love you too darling, but I’m still going to try to get you something fancy.” You laughed at his antics and looked up at him, you caught his eyes looking down at you and you smiled again before leaning up and kissing him softly as a way to show what you meant. Ron smiled into the kiss and rolled over so he was on top of you, he held your face in his hands as he broke away from the kiss, letting his eyes stay lingering on yours before lowering himself down and laying on your chest. 

  You knew you couldn’t explain to Ron how much you loved him, but you knew that through small gestures such as this one, comforting him when he needed it, it might just be enough.

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Father, Father - Sirius Black Requested: yes | no  Word Count: 1.15k 

The Black household had been filled with tension for at least a week and Sirius had started to have enough of it. His daughter, Y/N, had, had her first serious argument with her boyfriend Ronald Weasley. While Sirius understood that every teenager in a romantic relationship goes through the same rocky experiences; it hurt him deeply to know that his only child, his precious daughter, was going through something so emotionally turbulent while he had no idea how to deal with it. 

He couldn’t just leave her be anymore, he knew that she had hoped that he wouldn’t be able to hear the sobs she muffled with her pillow late at night; only to come down to breakfast with a tear-stained face the following morning. At the same time though, he knew that he would have to choose his time carefully. If he wanted any chance of getting her to open up about what had gone on, he needed to face the situation with a delicate pair of hands. 

“Darling,” he called, as he stood in the archway of her bedroom. Y/N reluctantly pulled the pillow away from her face. Her eyes were puffy and red from the amount she had cried, her cheeks stained with tears. Just as she had been for the past week. “I know that you’re not doing very well at the moment, but I was just wondering if there was anything I can do to help you feel better.” He continued, as he walked over to her bed and carefully sat down beside her. 

“Dad, honestly I’m fine.” She sniffled, as she tried to force out the lie. Sirius took her hand in his, and gave it a comforting squeeze. “Sweetheart, I know that you’re not… Ron hasn’t been around for a while and you have been crying profusely for the past week.” He started, as he watched Y/N’s expression change. As if she had betrayed herself. “I want you to know that as your dad, I am always going to be there for you and I am always going to be on your side. Regardless of what has happened.” He continued, as he rubbed comforting circles into her back with his hand. 

“It’s just… I can’t seem to do anything right with him. I planned this cute little picnic date, made sure that all of his favourite foods were packed, because he can be so fussy otherwise. But he cancelled on me, and said that he was going over to Hermione’s house because he wanted to spend time with his friends.” She rushed, her voice strained and hoarse. “I understand that friends are important and I have no issue with him going to see them, but, it would have been nice to know before I set out the picnic blanket and food, and loads of people saw me sitting sadly on my own, face full of strawberries.” She continued, and then took a deep breath. “It was so embarrassing and he just didn’t care.” 

Sirius sat in deep thought for a moment, perhaps this was too out of his depth. Y/N’s mother had never been around since she was a baby and they were both adamant that neither of them needed her. But right now, as he held his daughter, her eyes searched for some sort of answer in his own; as if they held all of the wisdom in the world, he had nothing. 

“Perhaps,” He said, breaking the silence. “We should invite Ron over for dinner. I’ll send his father an owl and we can have a civilised conversation about how you both feel this went.” He offered, he didn’t particularly like other people snooping around his residence; but if it was to help his daughter out of the current depressive state she was in, he would do anything. Y/N gave a quick nod of her head, silently agreeing. “I’ll be right here with you, so you won’t have to feel embarrassed about a thing.” He mumbled against her forehead, as he placed a small kiss on the spot.

He left Y/N to get ready, hoping against hope that Arthur wasn’t on a late shift with the ministry. Ron was a good kid, he knew that and he knew deep down that Ron would never intentionally try to hurt his daughter. He did know, however, that Ron could be oblivious at the best of times, so he just assumed that this was one of those times. Being a teenage boy trying to navigate the emotional spectrum of a teenage girl was about as alien as things could get.

As he walked into the lounge, a bright flash of green engulfed the entire room. Before him, stood Arthur, Molly and Ron Weasley. Arthur immediately brought Sirius into a hug; it had been a while since they had seen each other. “Where is Y/N?” Molly asked, despite not technically being related to her, Molly treated Y/N as one of her own children. Especially because she knew how happy she made Ron. 

“She’s just getting ready, she shouldn’t be too much longer.” Sirius clarified, before he cleared his throat. “So, would anyone like a drink? Tea, coffee?” He offered, as he made his way to the kitchen. “I’d love a cup of tea,” Arthur called. 

Sirius had just passed Arthur his cup of tea, when Y/N entered the lounge. She wore a burgundy red summer dress, and was barefoot; she couldn’t see the point of wearing footwear indoors. She had also managed to reduce the puffiness of her eyes, but the redness of her eyes remained. Upon seeing how upset Y/N appeared, Ron immediately made his way over to her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. 

Murmurs of “I’m sorry,” were being whispered into her hair. As Ron pulled away from Y/N, Sirius could tell that just being in the presence of the ginger boy made her at least slightly happier. They made their way into the dining room, hand in hand. Five plates were arranged around the table, and as soon as Y/N took her seat, Ron without hesitation, sat next to her. 

Freshly baked rolls appeared first, each person received one white bread roll and one brown bread roll already coated in a thick layer of creamy butter. “Ron has been a nightmare this past week,” Molly started, as she chowed down on her white bread roll. “I’m guessing that it’s because he felt so guilty about how he reacted to the situation.” She continued, as she chewed; placing a hand over her mouth to prevent any food spilling from her mouth. 

“I really am sorry, Y/N” Ron began, as he turned to face her properly. “I promise I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He continued, with a small reassuring smile. As Sirius sat back and observed their interactions throughout the evening, he knew that they were both going to be ok.

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Sparks- Ron Weasley

A/n: Another song fic!!! I have so many things to write, I’m so excited. 

Word count: 971

Warnings: None, just fluff. 

Did I drive you away?

I know what you'll say

You say, "Oh, sing one you know"

Ron had always tried to impress you with playing you songs on his guitar that his father had gifted to him. You loved when he played for you, he didn’t sound the best when he was singing you had to admit, but when his fingers strung the strings on the guitar it made a beautiful symphony. 

You laid on his lap and you listened to him sweetly humming the tune to a song that you had liked. He stuttered over his own words and he messed up the notes to the song a lot. But you thought it was sweet he still tried. 

“What's another one of your favorite loves?” He asked you. You looked up at him and saw him looking down at you, his hand rubbing the top of your head as you thought to yourself. You smiled at him before you answered. 

“Play me Gently On My Mind” 

“Y/n, one that YOU like.” He put a hard emphasis on the ‘you’. You laughed and sat up, making sure to look him in the eyes.

“Play one you know.” 

And as Ron picked the guitar strings to the old song and sang you felt at home, and you felt yourself slowly closing your eyes, feeling the vibration in Rons chest as a tune soothing you to sleep. 

But I promise you this

I'll always look out for you

Yeah, that's what I'll do

“Come on Y/n. Let's go.” 

You frowned at the sudden sternness of your boyfriend, but you complained and took the hand that he was holding out for you. As you walked down the corridors, you felt yourself wobbling, trying hard to keep your balance. Your incoherent words and giggles to yourself made Ron even more considered, just how much did you drink?

Ron sighed as he stopped you from walking any further, without saying a word, he got in front of you with his back facing you, and got done on one knee. You knew he was offering you a piggyback ride, so how could you refuse such an offer? 

You giggled and climbed onto his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. You ran your hands up and down his muscular arms and giggled to yourself. 

“What's so funny?” 

“You have nice muscles Ronnie.” Ron laughed to himself, standing up and pulling you up higher on his back as he continued down the halls.

You smiled to yourself, Ron would always take care of you and you never felt more loved than when he would do little things like this for you.

My heart is yours

It's you that I hold onto

Yeah, that's what I do

And I know I was wrong

But I won't let you down

Ron rushed to your room. His breath was heavy and his mind racing, he knew what he did was wrong and he felt horrible about it. He had promised you that he would be there for you, he promised you that he would be at your date by a certain time and he had totally missed it, just so he could get butterbeer with Harry and his brothers after quidditch practice. 

He saw you sitting at the cafe, your head hung low and your smile long gone, and the look in your eyes made him suck in a breath. He saw how sad and hurt you were over him skipping out on your date and he mentally yelled at himself for making you wonder why he would even do that. 

You sat at the table, finishing up the tea that you were drinking and watching as the snowflakes fell from the sky. You felt, hurt, and disappointed. Ron had promised you that he would be there this time (after your lack of dates for the last couple of weeks), and he just never showed up. 

You went to stand up, but you felt a pair of hands wrap around your eyes and you sighed as you realized who it was. 

“Ron, I'm not in the mood.” Ron didn’t remove his hands, and you felt yourself growing more and more irritated. 

“Ron seriously?” You pushed his hands away from your face and spun around to look him in the eye. You were about to continue yelling at him, but you saw the hand-picked baby’s breath in his hand, and the small box he was holding and you immediately shut up. 

“Ron what is that?” 

“I’m sorry I missed out on our date, again. And I know that you are probably so mad at me right now, and I know how wrong this was of me but I got you these.” He handed you the flowers which you gladly took, and then he opened the box.

You gasped as you saw what was hiding between the velvet layers of the box. Two rings, one having the shape of the moon engraved in the shiny iron, and the other having the sun engraved. You picked up the sun ring and spun it around, as you saw the words written inside you smiled to yourself as you walked towards Ron and put a loving kiss on his lips.

“You’re forgiven. But if you do this again you won’t be.” 

Ron laughed to himself as he slid the sun ring on your ring finger. 

“Never again my love.” 

He put the moon ring on his ring finger and he reached for your hand. He held it and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. You laughed as you two walked off, hand in hand, your rings shining in the last bit of sun left in the pink and orange sky, as the words “I found you, you saved me.” shined the brightest.

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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. 

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Silk in the Flower - Ron Weasley Requested: yes | no Word Count: 1.02k Author’s Note: Thank you so much to @abbygraceasd​ for requesting this! I hope it’s something along the lines of what you imagined it would be ♥️

Hogwarts had been abuzz with nervous energy ever since the Yule Ball had been announced. The young witches and wizards, waiting in nervous anticipation -- wondering if anyone would ask them to go along. It certainly made lessons more bearable, Y/N, would even go so far as to say that it made History of Magic interesting despite Professor Binns habit to drone on and on.

As the weeks went on, and the preparation of the ball began; it seemed like almost everyone was going with someone. Y/N had assumed that she was going to tag along with her friend group, Hermione and Ron as Harry had been chosen as one of the champions so definitely needed a date. However, her plans were shattered when Hermione was asked by Viktor Krum to attend the Yule ball with him. It seemed as if Y/N was going to have to stay tucked up in the Gryffindor dormitories, despite being a representative for Hogwarts. She could always feign illness, after all. Besides, what was the big deal about some silly dance, anyway? 

Y/N and Harry made their way to Potions class one morning, he confided in her about his worries of asking someone to the Yule Ball. “It’s just… it’s hard. The fear of rejection and then, there’s the aspect of having to work up the courage again to ask someone else before the ball comes around, ya know?” He said, as he nervously scratched the back of his neck. 

“Believe me Harry, most girls would just be flattered to be asked to go with someone.” Y/N said, as the two young students entered their classroom. The four best friends sat together, however, the seating arrangement had changed. Usually, Y/N would be sitting on the left of Harry and on the right of Hermione; Ron sitting on the other end of the table. This time though, Harry sat next to Hermione so Y/N was left to sit between Harry and Ron. 

Around half way through the Potions lesson, Hermione gave Ron a reassuring smile. Which caused Ron to look at the piece of half crumpled paper in his hand, a small rosy blush appearing on his face. Y/N couldn’t see what this crumpled piece of paper was exactly, but she could see that it had Ron’s large, scruffy handwriting scrawled on the page. He nudged the piece of paper towards her, as if prompting her to read what was on it. 

“A-actually Y/N, I need the paper back.” He whispered, as to not get caught by Snape. He swiftly grabbed the piece of paper back from in front of the young witch, and stuffed it back into his pocket. A deep, red blush encompassed the ginger boy's face. The rest of the Potions class, passed by with an awkward silence surrounding the four friends. 

The awkward interaction of Ron passing a note to Y/N, without her getting the chance to read it, before taking it back loomed over the friends well into their lunch break. “Why don’t you just ask her?” Harry mouthed at Ron, once Hermione and Y/N were deep in conversation about the Potions homework that Snape had set them earlier that morning. “Because why would she want to go to the ball with me, when I have those weird dress robes?” He mumbled back. 

“Y/N, Ron would like to know if you’d like to go on a walk with him to the greenhouses?” Harry asked. Ron immediately shot the boy with a death glare. “Oh, erm, Hermione and I were just going to do our Potions homework in the library.” 

“It’s fine, homework can wait.” Hermione urged. 

Begrudgingly, Ron and Y/N made their way to the greenhouses. The awkward silence that had surrounded them for the majority of the day, simply just continued. Neither of them knew what to say to the other, a subconscious fear of making it worse; making it more awkward. As they reached the greenhouses, Y/N swallowed hard before turning to face Ron. “So, what’s all of this about then? Today’s been pretty weird.” She laughed, awkwardly. 

“Well,” Ron began, as he nervously placed one arm in front of the other. “I was -- well I was wondering if you’d like to go to the Yule Ball with me?” He asked. Y/N thought about it for a second, surely going to the ball with a friend was better than having to hide in the Gryffindor dormitories. “Of course, it makes sense that you’d like to go as friends-”, she was cut off by the look on Ron’s face. “No.” Ron muttered, with a small shake of his head. Y/N was perplexed to say the least. “What do you mean, no?” She asked. 

Ron took a deep breath, which provided him with a moment to gather his thoughts and articulate a response. “I want you to go with me to the Yule Ball… as a date.” 

Now, it was Y/N’s turn to feel slightly nervous. She couldn’t have anticipated this in her wildest dreams. She couldn’t deny that she thought the ginger boy that stood in front of her was cute, but she had no idea that he thought in a similar way. “I’d love to go with you.” She responded, as a wide smile spread across her face. 

“Well, in that case these are for you.” Ron said, as he awkwardly thrust a small bouquet of flowers into her hand. “Hermione said that girls love small gestures like that,” he continued. Y/N gave him a small smile before she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “I was afraid that I was going to have to stay in the dorms on my own and miss out on the biggest event of the school year, so thank you for asking me Ron... you have no idea what it means.” 

The pair of them walked back to the Gryffindor dormitories hand in hand, this time a comfortable silence consumed the pair. The only nervous energy either of them felt was excitement. Excitement for how magical the night of the dance would be. As long as they were in each other’s company, it was going to be perfect.