Chapter Text
Title: Disgustingly in love
Pairing: Ron Weasley x Female!Reader
Word count: 1.6k
Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore
Ron Weasley was sitting on a sofa in the Gryffindor common room, a dazed expression across his face as he watched your laughing form in front of the fireplace. He didn’t know what you were laughing about with your friends nor did it matter, the only thing he focused on was the little crinkles in the corner of your eyes and the barely visible pink blush on your cheeks.
The boy was head over heels for you, he had it bad and he was more than aware of it. He wanted to turn away, he wanted to pay attention to whatever Harry was saying, but he just couldn’t get himself to do it. You were too mesmerising not to be gazed at.
“You need to stop!” Harry growled from beside Ron as he slapped the boy on the back of his head.
“Hey, what was that for?” The ginger asked with a grimace, before his eyes darted back towards you.
“I said stop, you idiot.” Harry groaned as he kicked Ron on the leg, this time gaining his full attention.
“What’s your problem?” He asked with an eye roll.
“You will burn a whole in her head if you don’t stop.” He scolded his friend as he adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Ron shrugged nonchalantly. Harry knew about his feelings for you, he saw the way Ron looked at you and after months of nagging, he finally got the ginger boy to reveal his feelings to him.
“Right!” He scoffed as he closed the book in his hands. “Why don’t you just ask her out?” He asked turning towards the boy whose shocked expression told him all he needed to know. “She is a sweet one, you shouldn’t be scared.” He stated calmly.
“I would rather ask a bloody dragon to date me than ask her out. Women are scary.” He huffed, knowing all too well that Harry would see through him.
“We both know that’s bullshit. You are scared of ruining your friendship, but man you are blind. She couldn’t be any more obvious about liking you.” He groaned as he watched you turn around, your eyes locking with Ron’s as a small smile appeared on your face, your cheeks blushing slightly. “Here we go.” Harry snorted.
“What now?” He asked, rolling his eyes at his friend’s annoying behaviour.
“She is basically telling you to ask her out. She couldn’t be any more obvious, mate.” Harry shook his head, disapproving his friend’s obliviousness.
“She is not. She is simply being nice.” Ron heaved a deep, disappointed sigh.
“You are daft, mate.” Harry groaned for the umpteenth times.
He stood up from beside Ron and walked over to you with a mischievous smile across his face. A smile that Sirius always said to resemble one of James Potter’s. He crouched down next to you as you looked up at him with curious eyes, his cheeky smile making you feel suspicious.
“Hey.” He greeted you and nodded towards your friends, before he turned back to you.
“Hey Harry.” You smiled sweetly at the boy.
“Do you have a moment?” He asked and you looked at your friends, who all nodded in confirmation. You replied with a simple yes, before standing up and following the boy out of the common room.
You walked through a couple of corridors, Harry a few steps in front of you, before you halted at an empty one. He turned around, meeting your curious eyes as he was trying to collect his thoughts.
“I would like to ask you something.” He said confidently.
“Yes, sure, go ahead.” You nodded, waiting for him to continue.
“I want you to be completely honest with me.” He spoke again, his voice even more firm.
“Okay, I will be.” You replied with a frown appearing across your forehead.
“Do you like Ron?” He asked bluntly, his eyes scanning your face. Your eyes widened in surprise, your cheeks taking on a darker shade of red. “You said you would reply honestly.” He reminded you. You gulped harshly, fearing the outcome of your answer. You looked away from the boy, your eyes focused on anything but him, mostly on your nervously linked fingers.
“I do.” You whispered, your voice barely audible, but just loud enough for Harry to hear.
“He likes you.” He stated, as your eyes shot up to look at him, as if you could read the truth off his face. “I mean it. That bloody idiot doesn’t dare to ask you out, he is scared of ruining your friendship.” He rolled his eyes. “I wouldn’t call it a friendship when both of you are pinning after the other.” He scoffed in a comical tone.
“Harry…” You wanted to talk, but your words didn’t come. You didn’t know what to think, what to say, how to react. You liked Ron for as long as you could remember and Harry had a point, if you liked each other, it wasn’t really a friendship, but did he really like you? “Are you sure, Harry? I am not calling you a liar, but it is possible you just misread the situation.” You tried to think logically, but deep down, you just wanted him to give you the confirmation you so desperately needed.
“He is my best friend; I think I know him well enough to see when he is being disgustingly in love. And if that helps, he told me so.” He shrugged nonchalantly. He wanted you and Ron to finally be together. He was tired of listening to Ron about how gorgeous you looked, how sweet your scent was, how beautiful your eyes were. He had had enough.
“But what do you want me to do?” You asked frowning, your hands running through your hair as you merged in your thoughts.
“What do you want to do? Do you want to ask him out? Do you want to kiss him? Do you want to be together with him? All that maybe?” He raised a questioning brow.
“All that.” You giggled sweetly, still not in full control of the information you have just received.
“Then do it.” He nodded firmly.
“But Harry-“ you started, before he cut you off.
“I’m serious. If I hear about your pretty lips one more time, I will throw myself out the window.” He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t get rid of the tiny smile appearing in the corner of his lips as he heard your light chuckle.
“You know what? I will do it!” You grinned happily, your face showing complete determination.
“Good girl. Go and get your man.” He snorted with a proud expression across his face. You smiled at him before you started running back towards the common room, your head spinning from the newly received information and all the doubts your mind tried to force down your throat. But your heart said otherwise, it was screaming at you, hyping you up, wanting nothing but you to feel happy in Ron’s arms.
As you got closer to the common room, you basically shouted the password at the fat lady way before you even reached the entrance. You stopped in the doorway, taking deep breaths, your plan a, b, c all running through your head, before you decided to just go with the flow.
“Ronald Weasley.” You called out to him with a big smile across your face, a shocked expression across his.
“Y-yeah?” He asked, unsure of his own voice as he stood up from the couch. You walked up to him, standing right in front of him, barely leaving any space between you. You could feel your cheeks blush, but you couldn’t compare to the boy’s deep red shade. You chuckled as you watched his freckles disappear under the new colour.
“Don’t you want to say something to me?” You grinned happily. “Maybe ask me something?” You tried to guide the silly boy.
“Do I?” He asked with curious eyes, his surprised expression telling you he genuinely didn’t understand the situation. You shook your head as you lifted your hand to massage the bridge of your nose.
“You are a right idiot, Ronald.” You heaved a deep sigh, before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him down to meet your lips. You could hear the students gasp in the background, but you didn’t care. You finally felt his lips against yours, an action you have been craving to finally experience.
His shocked state quickly disappeared, his lips matching the rhythm of yours. His hands found their way to your hips, his fingers digging into your side, securing your body against his. One of his hands wandered up to your neck, guiding you into a deeper kiss as your hands ran through his rich, ginger locks.
“Blimey, that was hot.” He breathed with a dazed expression as he pulled away, making you chuckle at his adorableness.
“Are you sure you still have nothing to ask me?” You wiggled your brows, a light laughter leaving his lungs at your action.
“Would you like to go on a date with me, love?” A cheeky grin taking over his lips.
“I would love to.” You smiled, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation of a second kiss. He didn’t hesitate, before you knew it, he pulled you closer and attacked your lips even more passionately than you did for the first time.