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Practice for You | Ron Weasley

Ron knew something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. You had been off for the past few weeks, and it was really starting to worry him. He had asked you about it a few times, but after you stormed off with tears in your eyes last week, he decided not to push you any further. Instead, he’d just stay by your side and listen when you were ready to confide in him.

“Hey, you.” Ron whispered softly, his large hand resting on the small of your back. You snapped your head up, his presence pulling you out of your own head. You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your heart fluttering when he bent down to place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Hey.” You replied with a small voice, your cheeks heating up when you felt his hand began to move in small, comforting circles.

“Do you wanna hang out tonight? Hermione is helping Harry study for something, and he probably won’t be back until late. We can watch movies, if you want.” Ron smiled down at you, his smile fading slowly as he noticed your facial expression.

Your stomach twisted at his words and you gulped, trying to figure out what to say. You backed away from your boyfriend nervously, his hand falling from your back. Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he went to open his mouth to speak, but you already started. “I think—”

“Hey, lovebirds,” Draco called from down the hallway. You turned around to look at him, nervousness bubbling in your stomach. Ron reached out and grabbed your elbow, pulling you closer to him. You let him pull you back, and you let him hold you against his side. “How’s the practice going, Y/L/N?”

Ron’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at you in confusion. “Practice? Practice for what?”

Draco gasped dramatically, making you roll your eyes. Your heart was starting to pound in your chest, and you just wanted to scream. You wished you would of locked that damn door. “You don’t know? Wow, Weasley. Some boyfriend you are.”

Ron’s blood boiled and he poked at his cheek with his tongue, not even noticing his grip on your waist was tightening. He may not have noticed, but you definitely did.

“Have you not noticed how much time she’s been spending with Longbottom, or did you just not care? Cause’ if I was her boyfriend, I most definitely would of done something about it,” Draco smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “But I guess we’re different, aren’t we, Weasley?”

Ron scoffed at his words. “Yeah, we are different. I don’t get jealous as easy as you, because I know my place to Y/N and I know where our relationship stands. She’s allowed to have friends, you know? Besides, you and I both know who Neville is and he’s the sweetest guy on this damn planet, so I really don’t know who you’re trying to fool, here.”

Your eyes began to fill up with tears, and your hand traveled to the one gripping at your hip. You used all your might to pry his fingers apart, and once he got the hint, he allowed you to slide your fingers in between his— squeezing them tightly when your hands were held together. He didn’t know what you wanted to say or what was going through your mind, but he knew you wanted to say something.

“Hey, I never said he wasn’t a good guy,” Draco shrugged, holding his hands up in surrender. “I was just saying. If my girlfriend would be sneaking around to dance with another dude three bloody times a week, I’d be pretty upset— but maybe that’s just me.”

You felt Ron’s hand slip from yours, and he pulled away from you just enough to look down at you. Seeing your teary eyes and blotched cheeks, he just assumed you were guilty of doing just what Draco said. Ron stood there silently, his chest aching and his fists clenched as he stared deep into your eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll leave you to it. See you around!” Draco smirked, walking past them to leave the two alone in the hallway.

“Ron—” You tried, your voice breaking and becoming weak within seconds. Your heart broke when Ron laughed sarcastically, shaking his head while looking at you up and down.

“Don’t try to come by tonight,” He snarled, making the tears finally fall from your eyes. You went to reach out your hand to pull at his robes, but he pushed your hand away harshly. “Stop. Just go, will you? Why don’t you go find your little boyfriend and dance with him some more.”

His words pierced your heart, and you stepped closer to him but he just pushed right past you, pushing his shoulder into yours as he passed you. You let out a small sob, turning around to watch him as he walked down the hall. “Ron!”

You had tried to talk to him since this morning, but he refused to talk to you. You sat in your seat in potions class, staring at him with a heavy heart and swollen eyes. He turned to look at you, catching your eyes. Your breath hitched, and you went to smile, but he just glared at you before turning away. You felt your heart crush again.

When class ended, you hurried to grab your things to catch up with Ron. You might of made it, too, if Neville didn’t stand in your way with that heartwarming smile plastered on his face. “Hey, Y/N,” He cheered, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “We still on for tonight? I think this might be the last practice, considering how well you’re doing.”

You looked past his shoulder, catching eyes with Ron. He looked like he just got stabbed in the heart a million times. You expected him to run away, but he kept his eyes glued on the two of you. You gulped and looked back at Neville, who was waiting patiently for your response. “Y-yeah, sure. Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Great! I’ll see you at seven, then?” He asked, making you nod. He smiled at you once more before turning around and walking towards the door. “Oh, hey, Ron!” He waved on his way out. Ron just stared at him, watching as he skipped out of the classroom.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, and you felt your breathing quicken when Ron started storming towards you. His eyes were dark and sad, and his face was tight. “You’re mental, you know that? Absolutely mental!”

You sighed in frustration. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about; you don’t understand!”

Ron smirked, the expression so cold it made you shiver. “I understand everything very clearly. Now it’s your turn to understand— we’re over.”

His words made your stop in your tracks. Your eyes widened, and your heart fell to your stomach. Your grip on your books tightened, your lip trapped between your teeth to stop your tears from falling. Ron grinned at your reaction, making things a million times harder for you.

You stood there in silence, watching as he shook his head at you in disapproval, his pretty eyes watery and angry. Your mouth was agape, and all you wanted was to chase after him and tell him the truth— but you couldn’t move. You couldn’t speak. You just watched him as he left you alone in the classroom, wiping a few tears off of his cheeks before walking in the hallway.

You had eventually brought yourself back to reality a few hours later, and you were just angry at this point. You wished he would of just listened to you; you wished he would of just trusted you and stayed instead of running away.

You entered the Common Rooms with your bag slung over your shoulder. Your eyes fell on Neville in an instant. You smiled at him softly, waving at him. “Hey! You ready?”

Neville looked at you with worried eyes, gulping at your enthusiasm. He blinked in confusion, wanting to ask if you were alright after hearing what had happened between you and Ron nearly six hours earlier. He decided against speaking about it, nodding silently instead.

You were glad he hadn’t asked about it. That’s all anyone was talking about— You and Ron. Ron and you. You. Ron. Oh, how you missed that red-headed fucker.

You set your bag on the floor and began to take your jacket off while Neville set up the music. You tried to ignore the ache in your chest when the song began, but it was impossible. The song Ron had told you about when you first started dating; he had told you it had reminded him of you. The song has been meaningful for the both of you since.

You cleared your throat, pushing your hair behind your ear as you walked up to Neville. “Remember, play with the ends of my hair every so often; Ron likes that.” Neville reminded you, regretting it almost immediately after saying it.

You gulped, eyes burning with tears as you followed his instructions. Your heart clenched when you felt Neville’s hands at the small of your back— Ron’s favorite place to put his hands on you.

The bridge of the song began, making your wall break. You pulled away from Neville quickly, grabbing at your hair as you let out a small sob. “Oh, Y/N..” Neville whispered. “I’m sorry. We don’t have to do this anymore, you know. I mean, there’s no point if—”

You cut him off. “I have to be good for him, Nev! The ball is in a month, and I’ve been practicing this for so long. You’ve helped me so much, Neville, and I’m so grateful for that. Truly. L-Look, you really don’t have to help me, anymore, if you don’t want to. It’s okay. I understand. It’d make me feel weird, too.”

Neville just frowned, his eyes saddening as he watched you wipe at your face furiously. You faked a large smile before sniffling, fixing your hair. “I, uh.. I should probably go; it’s been a long day.” You muttered weakly, smiling gratefully at Neville when he nodded in understanding.

You grabbed your jacket and your bag, throwing them on as quickly as you could before you had a breakdown in front of Neville. You exhaled heavily when you rounded the corner, throwing your bag onto the floor. “Fuck.” Muffled sobs sounded throughout the hallway, your face buried in your folded knees.

“Darling..” You gasped at the familiar voice, snapping your head up quickly, your hands rushing to wipe at your face. Ron’s heart ached as he met your swollen and red eyes, trying his hardest not to smile when he noticed your pupils began to dilate. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, reaching forward to grab your bag. Ron got there first, lifting it up and putting it over his shoulder.

You glared at him when he outstretched his hand towards you, a small tear falling down your cheek. “Baby..” Ron sighed at the sight, bending his knees to be at your height. Your breath hitched at the petname and how close he was to you, and your heart twisted in your chest. You squeezed your eyes tight, turning your head so you didn’t have to see him. “I’m sorry, okay?”

You scoffed, turning back to look at him. “Oh, yeah. I’m sure you are, Weasley.”

Ron ignored your sarcasm and let your bag drop to the floor, his now empty hands reaching for yours. Your heart rate sped at his touch, and you bit your lip to try to hold back your tears. “Why have you been dancing in the Common Room with Neville?” He asked, although his tone made it sound like he already knew the answer.

“Ron—” You started.

“Tell me. I want to hear it from you.” Ron interrupted, his voice wavering but still coming off as strong. His grip on your hand tightened, and you squeezed his fingers nervously. “It’s okay.” He whispered almost silently.

You sighed, gulping before speaking. “I-I asked Neville to teach me how to dance so I wouldn’t make a total fool out of myself at the dance. I even told him the things that you like and the things you do so it would be perfect when the time came; I would know what to do and where to put my hands and how to make myself not look so bloody mental.”

Ron smiled at your words, his chest burning with infatuation. He said nothing, just grabbed your jaw to pull you in for a kiss. Your breath hitched when his lips molded perfectly with yours, taking a second to comprehend what was happening before you kissed back. Ron pulled back after a minute or so, leaning his forehead against yours as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear softly. “I’m so sorry, okay? I should of asked you about it instead of just believing whatever he said. It broke my heart to end things and to walk away from you, but I was just so scared. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do, but I’m sorry.”

You smiled at his words, your eyes tearing up once again. You snaked your hand around the back of his head to reach the ends of his pretty red hair, toying with them just like he liked. “You are a complete idiot, Weasley.” You whispered.

Ron chuckled, rubbing your jaw with his thumb. “Yeah? Well, then, I guess I’m your idiot, huh?”

In our attic of happy memories| R.W.

Ron Weasley x reader

Flashbacks in italic

Masterlist

Summary:after having your first child you and Ron are moving to a bigger house. You’re packing some objects you have in your attic when you find old stuff from your days at Hogwarts.

<<Sweet dreams>> you kissed your one year old daughter and covered her little body with warm blankets,immediately switching off the lights and walking out from the pink bedroom.

<<Did it work?>> Ron asked,appearing in front of you with a mug of coffe in his hands. You sighed and nodded,wrapping your arms around the man’s waist and resting your chin on his chest. His free hand moved in between your hair while you looked in his eyes with a little,sweet smile <<It did. I’m glad you bought her that book of fairies,she falls asleep as soon as I reach the end of the story>> <<Thank you,Merlin>> the ginger smiled and kissed the tip of your nose <<Do you still have to pack anything?>> he asked. You nodded again <<Yes,I do. I still have a few things to pack in the attic. What about you?>> <<I have to close a few boxes.When I’m done I’ll help you sweetheart,don’t worry>> <<Thank you,Ron. Now I’ll go>> you ended,leaving a kiss on his cheek and patting his tummy <<You need some gym>> you laughed and Ron rolled his eyes.

You walked upstairs and sit on the floor of the attic,looking around as you saw some old stuff like a wooden chess,some books and different colourful boxes <<Come on,I can do this in less than an hour then I’ll finally go to sleep>> you tried to cheer yourself and then started closing the objects in big boxes

You were holding a book when it hit a blue little box which fell on the floor,revealing what it was hiding inside:photos from your school years.

<<For Merlin’s beard,these are so old!>> you exclaimed laughing at the look you had in the first pic.

You remembered the exact moment it had been taken:you had just came back from your usual Quidditch practice,during the third year,and one of your housemates,Lya,that was her name,had the brilliant idea to show you how dirty your uniform was and how funny you looked with your face covered in sweat and mud.

You smiled and rolled your eyes,ready to move on the next photo when you heard someone walking in:it was Ron.

<<What are you looking at?>> he demanded,sitting next to you <<Look,do you remember when these pics were taken?>> you asked. Ron laughed at them and then nodded <<Most of them. Here,for example,I’m sure you were at the Yull Ball. You looked so pretty in that dress,I was so jealous of Oliver! He had the luck to invite the prettiest girl in the school meanwhile I was just sitting there,with an embarrassing dress and a bored Harry>> he joked <<Oliver invited me at the Yull Ball but you’re the one I decided to spend the rest of my life with>> you replied,showing him your wedding ring <<There’s always a winner,honey>> he replied,kissing the back of your hand and looking again at the photos.

<<Look at this one. Fifth year,I’m sure!>> he exclaimed <<You’re sure?>> you asked <<Yes. During that year you used to tie your hair in a ponytail every single day!>> you laughed remembering it <<You’re right. I looked so ugly>> <<You didn’t! You looked as pretty as always!>> Ron immediately answered <<If you say so...wat about this one?>> you asked,holding a pic of you two.

The photo was showing Ron sitting on the grass,his back laying on the wood of a three while your head was resting in his lap. You were busy reading meanwhile Ron was busy staring at you with lovely,bright eyes.

<<Luna took this pic of us>> you said <<She did? Yes,she called it “The pic of love” or something like that,I cringed a little bit,I’ll be honest,but she was so happy for us. At the time our relationship had just started>> <<So this is from seventh year>> <<It is. We had so much fun at Hogwarts,didn’t we?>> you demanded,your head was now on Ron’s shoulder <<We had. I’m so grateful for those years. Imagine if one of us didn’t attend those classes...we wouldn’t had met...I can’t imagine a life without you>> Ron said,kissing your forehead,you smiled <<I love how you tell me these things like it’s the first time we met>> you replied <<Every time I look at you it’s like the first time we met. I love you so much Y/n. You’re everything I always wanted>> <<Even when I had to give you advices on how to flirt with Hermione?>> you taunted your husband <<You did?>> his face turned red <<You don’t remember it?>> Ron shaked his head <<Why should I remember it now that my heart belongs to you?>>. You laughed and lifted up an eyebrow <<Smart answer,Weasley...smart answer>>.

<<Look at this other photo>> Ron said showing you a pic that had been taken at the Burrow. You,Harry and Hermione were sitting on the couch,surrounded by the Weasley family. <<Second year. We were just kids>> you smiled <<Bill was so much taller than you>> he pointed at the image of the boy who was standing next to you,making you laugh <<At the time I had such a big crush on your brother>> you admitted <<Wait you what?>> the ginger demanded visibly surprised <<I’ve never told you that? Really?>> you asked <<Really! What story is this?>>. You shrugged your shoulders <<I was twelve honey,and Bill was so charming. Fleur’s really lucky>> you laughed <<What a good news knowing that my wife has a crush on my brother>> Ron joked <<I had! Now I’m all yours>> you smiled kissing the ginger on his lips.

Suddenly Rom stood up <<That’s my chess!-he exclaimed- I thought you had threw it away>> <<Oh dear I would never! I know how much you loved playing chess. I still have our uniforms as werl. Right there>> you admitted,opening a cupboardand and revealing the clothing <<I can’t believe it>> Ron smiled,grabbing his robe.

He wore it and coughed as it was covered in dust. You laughed,looking at how short it was. <<I remember it covered your knees too Ron,I suppose the kid has grown up a lot>> <<What about yours?>> he asked,giving the uniform to you. <<Let’s find out>> you smiled,wearing it.

You looked at your robe,realising it still suited you well. <<Well...someone’s here hasn’t grown up at all>> your husband laughe and you rolled your eyes <<Women grown mentally and physically faster than men...we’re even smarter>> you joked <<You’re going to regret what you had just said!>> Ron exclaimed.

The boy run towards you and begun to tickle your tummy. You burst into laughter and fell on the ground. <<Stop,stop!>> you almost yelled. In that moment time seemed to stop and go back the years the photos reminded you of.

...<<Excuse me,can you tell me where the potion class is?>> you asked,almost whispering.The kid with ginger hair who was walking the corridor right in front of you stopped and turned,facing you. <<What did you say?>> he asked with a candy in his mouth and a book stained in chocolate held in his right hand. You looked at him and gulped,feeling nervous as you were a really shy little girl. <<I...uhm...I said...I mean I asked...where the potion class...i...is...>> you babbled. The boy nodded,chewing the long candy <<I don’t know but I have to attend potion class too so we can look for it together. What’s your name?>> he asked,you gulped <<It’s...Y/n>> you whispered <<What?>> he demanded again <<Y/n...-you immediately lowered your tone,realising that you had just yelled-...I mean...Y/n...I’m...I’m...sorry...>> you looked down embarrassed,but Ron shrugged is shoulders and took out a small lollipop from the pocket of his robe <<Nice to mee you,Y/n! I’m Ron,Ron Weasley!>>...

<<What are you thinking about honey?>> Ron asked seeing you had stopped laughing,bringing you back from your thoughts. You shaked your head,a smile was shining on your lips <<Do you remember the very first time we met?>> you asked. Ron laughed <<Yes,I do-he said,standing up and taking off his robe to put it in one of the boxes-we were kids attending the first year. You literally yelled your name on my face because you were so shy that talking to anyone made you extremely embarrassed.You were so cute>>. You laughed and put your robe in the same box as him <<And the very first time we kissed?>> <<Fifth year. Astronomy tower,the Quidditch match had just ended. Are you testing me or something?>> Ron laughed again. You immediately shaked your head <<No,of course not. I’m just...I mean...I love you so much Ron and I love all we made together...all these memories they...they make me happy. That’s it.>> your lips curved in a smile as Ron walked towards you,wrapping his arms around your waist. The tip of his nose stroking yours <<Me too Y/n. You’re my world,the prettiest thing that has ever happened in my life. Everything we have built together makes me the proudest man alive. You and our little girl are everything I need to be happy so let’s keep building beautiful things>> he kissed your forehead <<Sure Ron...but you know-you looked around-to build more beautiful things we need to pack all this staff>>. Ron laughed <<Fine. But the chess deserves the best packaging,we’re going to play it together in the new house>>. You nodded and kissed him once again <<Fine. I’ll beat you!>> you exclaimed <<Let’s see it>> he replied.

it’s cold | r.w.

SUMMARY: you and ron head out to an empty parking lot on christmas night

PAIRING(S): modern au! ron weasley x reader

WARNINGS: none really, fluff, excessive amount of giggling lmao

WORD COUNT: 0.3k

A/N: this is my first one-shot on tumblr LMAOO idk how this is gonna do but wish me luck!! / going on the hp master list 

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“Are you sure we’ll be back by then to open presents with our families?” You turned your head to Ron. 

“I assure you, we will be back by then.” Ron smiled brightly while looking at you, nose as red as a reindeer, before tugging his scarf up an inch.

You two walked in an empty parking lot, snow on the ground untouched. 

“’S beautiful, right?”

“Yeah.. I guess so.”

“Look over here, y/n. Perfect spot for snow angels. Why don’t you make one, and we’ll take a picture for s/n?” Ron pointed over to a snowy hill beside a tree. 

You shuffled through the snow to the tree marked land, examining it up and down before spinning around and falling in the snow intentionally. 

You and Ron let out a small giggle as you began swaying your arms and legs back and forth, forming the perfect snow angel. 

After a minute or two, you got up from the ground to stand next to Ron as you inspected your snow angel. 

“Looks a little wonky, lovely.” He sneered as your disposition changed from calm to surprised with sarcastic hurt.

“Oh, shut up” You lightly shoved him and laughed. 

“I’m just joking. It looks decent, hun.” He pulled out his camera from his back pocket to take a picture. 

The camera made a loud ticking noise and shuttered, before spitting out the series of four pictures that Ron captured just seconds ago.

“Pretty,” You uttered in a low, calm tone, leaning on your boyfriends shoulder as you two looked at the photos in unison.

Ron lifted his camera before flipping it and snapping another photo, kissing your cheek when the camera clicked. 

“I didn’t even have time to pose, Ron!” You bantered in a silly manner, looking up at him before you pulled his loose scarf down, kissing him again. 

He laughed, but his smile faded a little. 

“Is there something wrong, Weasley?” 

“I can’t figure what I’d be doing right now if I wasn’t with you, l/n.” 

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Kinkmas Day 11:Ron Weasley(Edging)(Blurb)

I am so so so sorry this is super late but I do hope you enjoy. I also am sorry it is so short, didn’t really have an idea for this one. 

Warnings: SMUTT, Edging, fingering, marking. 

Word Count: 292

“Please please please pleaseee” I whined as Ron edged me for what felt like the 1000th time but was really only the third. 

“Hmmm, I don’t know. You’ve been a bit of a brat today.” He said, slowly moving his finger inside of me. 

He places a couple kisses on the inside of my thigh, sucking here and there, leaving a few marks. 

“I'm sorry Ronnie, I won’t ever do it again! Please baby!” I beg, my legs shaking from having the feeling of needing to cum but not having enough stimulation. 

He bites his lip and closes his eyes for a second, like he's thinking about it before, looking back down at me. 

“Ok, fine” he sighs, shaking his head slightly. 

“But if this ever happens again…I’m not gonna let you cum for a week. This is just a warning love.” He said, starting to move his fingers faster in me.

“OH MERLIN!” I shouted, cuming not even a second later from being edged so much. 

He leans down, placing kisses on my thighs. Beginning to slow his fingers down again, helping me come down from my orgasm. 

Once I've settled and my breath has evened slightly, he slowly removes his fingers. He sits up and looks down at me. 

I look up at him and smile sleepily, letting out a yawn. He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head a little. 

“Oh are you tired baby?” he asked, almost in a mocking tone. 

I nodded slowly. Moving my arms from my sides to rest on my stomach. 

He chuckles lightly, “Well that's too bad. We aren’t even done yet.” He said, leaning up on his knees to unbuckle his belt. 

“Now get on your knees baby and open that pretty mouth”

Just thinking about walking up at the burrow in boyfriend!ron’s arms, his holding you tightly by your waist as he snores softly into your ear.

The smell of sausage and bacon and every breakfast item you can think of filling your nose along with the cinnamon aroma the house already had. It pulls you from Ron’s arms and down the stairs, thankfully he’s a heavy sleeper.

You tugged down the large sweater you wore of Ron’s, it was embroidered with a yellow ‘R’ in the center, and it was one of the coziest things you’ve ever worn. Seeing as your boyfriend was massive, it covered your entire body and reached down to your mid thigh.

You tip-toe down the squeaky steps and into the kitchen where Molly is cooking up breakfast. There were already pancakes, biscuits, bread, toast, bacon, sausage, pastries, eggs, and so much more on the big table.

She stirred up a silky white liquid in a bowl, “oh, good morning darling!” She turned to you as you took the last step down the stairs. “Good morning, Mrs. Weasley!” You gave her a kind smile.

“Sleep well?” She asked, as she continued to stir the mixture. “Well, sleeping next to Ron can be a bit rough.” You joked, which earned you a laugh.

“Need any help?” You asked, moving next to her by the counter to see some discarded Berries in a bowl and a floured counter top.

“If you could just continue to stir this while I get these buns out that would be delightful.” She said as she set the bowl down in front of you. You nodded, taking the whisk and began stirred the icing to the buns in the oven.

Molly took out the buns and set them on the stove to cool, the cinnamon and sugar filled your nose and brought a smile to your face.

“Let me go grab some oranges from the garden, dear.” She said before waltzing out the door. A few moments later, big hands wrap around your waist and pull you into their front.

A kiss was pressed to your neck before they sat their head on your shoulder. “You left me..” Ron grumbled into your ear as he wrapped his arms around your middle.

You giggled, “your mother’s cooking just smelt too good.”

He sighed, “don’t blame ‘ya. Best cook on earth, I tell ‘ya.” He smiled against your shoulder. Your clothed back was pressed against his bare chest and his ginger hair was messy and tickled your neck.

He dipped a finger into the icing and stuck it into his mouth, “Ronald!” You scolded, pushing him off with your shoulders. He laughed and he backed off of you.

He leaned himself up against the counter next to you and his gaze bore into the side of your face. You turned to him and saw his eyes practically burning holes into your face, anxiety filling your stomach.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You questioned as you rubbed your cheek to try to find anything.

“No, you’re just the most beautiful girl in the world. Do you know that?” He said with a growing grin.

You rolled your eyes and your lips broke into a shy smile, “Oh shut up.” Your eyes moved back to the glossy icing-filled bowl.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek, a hand slapped your ass, making you jump, “you’ve got an amazing arse too, love.” He grinned.

“Ronald!”

‘So this is love?’- Ron Weasley Headcannons!!

• Ron had met you since the very beginning of first year. He actually had met you on the train along with Harry and Hermione. You two were good friends from that moment on.

• He had asked you out in your 3rd year and shocking enough, you guys had somehow made it to your final year together. Now of course there were ups and downs and times you guys almost broke up, but there had always been something or someone to put you two back together.

• Ron was like your oxygen, and you were his. You two were never seen without each other, always attached at the hip. Along with the whole Lavender situation, she got the hint quite quickly that he was taken whenever she saw you with him time and time again.

• Him and the twins enjoy pulling small, stupid little pranks on you. Such as leaving a fake plastic spider in between your folded clothes and scare you once you go to put them on. Another thing they had done was swap you conditioner bottle and shampoo bottle.

• Him and his personality were quite easy to love. Now, sometimes not so much, but he definitely makes up for it when he is not entirely being a pain.

• His family quite likes you and wishes that you and Ron stay together and hopefully get married. His mother has always treated you as her daughter as she only has one and would have liked another after Ginny. Ginny likes you because you are another girl she can finally talk to about things and it isn’t awkward. She told you all about her crush on Harry and you pushed her to tell him about her feelings.

• You had been apart of the Weasley family the second you chose to be friends with Ron so expect the same treatment Ron and his other’s siblings get. George and Fred will prank you to no end, steal some food from your plate just to annoy you. Meanwhile Ginny and Percy treat you kindly. Percy doesn’t acknowledge you very much, but is still kind when he sees you around- giving a smile or a small nod when he walks pasts you. With Ginny however, it’s like your new sister. Makeup, Nails, hair, therapy sleepover sessions and all!

• Once Ron joined the quidditch team, you had shown up to every game he had played and he always wore a proud little smile every time he saw you with his jacket on.

• Smells like cinnamon, pumpkin candies, old spice and peppermint toothpaste.

you know me

description: ron and reader being friends, they both know it looks so weird of them to be so touchy when they’re just friends but they both love the physical affection and connection they have…what’s so wrong with that?

paring: ron weasley x reader

contains: song fic, fluff, friendship, lowk fwb…except it’s just platonic lol. for now..

song: juna by clairo.

w.c: 974

|an: kinda a self indulgent fic but i hope you guys love it too! i love love love ron and ive had this idea for a while, part two is going to be smutty.

part one part two

come to me slowly

it's when you talk close enough

that is feel it on my skin

breathe it in

your best friend. that’s all he was really; at least that’s what you thought. there had always been a lingering feeling, a what-if that always crossed your mind, but that thought was always pushed back into the back of your head. you and ron were friends, nothing more, nothing less.

little did you know, he felt the same. you were one of the most important people in his life; he would put you up there with family. you both meant a great deal to each other. sure, there were some wishful thoughts, but no, he couldn’t as much as he wanted it. you were just friends, nothing more, nothing less.

most of these days

i don't get too intimate

why would i let you in?

but i think again

everybody knows, but you two—i mean, it’s obvious. anyone with a pair of working eyes could see that you and ron shared an inseparable type of love, more than that of just friends. you did everything together and spent all your time together. you eat right beside him, your shoulders always touching for every meal, laughing and making jokes. be never fails to walk you to all your classes. you study together, do your homework together, ditch classes together, spend hogsmeade trips together—everything.

you and ron were also no strangers to physical affection; after all, it’s the reason you met.

third-year care for magical creatures class, the day the two of you met. you’d always been a little scared of the mythical creatures that inhabited the wizarding world; they were untelling and unpredictable.

“isn’t he beautiful?” hagrid bellowed as buckbeak strutted forward from behind him, making an animalistic shriek and catching the piece of meat hagrid threw at him into his mouth. everyone stepped back in fear to avoid being anywhere close to the creature; you were especially terrified.

the second buckbeak shrieked, you gripped the arm of the person next you, who just so happened to be ron, of whom had never had a woman touch him like this before, until now.

bloody hell, he thought to himself, his cheeks reddening and his breath faltering. for some reason, your touch felt good to him. in fact, he didn’t want you to let go until you did.

“oh my god! i’m so sorry, im such a chicken sometimes i really-" You’d blabbered, face reddening until he interrupted you.

“It’s okay, really. bloody thing gave me a bit of a fright too.” he said it with a slight chuckle at the end, which tugged the corners of your mouth into a grin. from then on, you became inseparable.

i don't even try

i don't have to think

with you, there's no pretending

it’s been two, almost three years now, and you know each other inside and out. you were now seated in your favorite spot which just so happened to be the couch in front of the fireplace in the gryffindor common room; you’d spend a lot of time there with him. talking, laughing, studying…holding hands, cuddling...his arm draped along your shoulder as he listened to you complain about your recent potions assignment. which you two considered casual, everybody else didn’t.

“he’s practically on top of her! pay up already!” fred exclaimed in a hushed whisper to george as they peaked from behind the staircase at the couple.

to which george rolled his eyes, “yeah, but they always do this; it’s really nothing new. you know that.” fred had an annoyed expression now plastered on his face, silence telling as he continued to watch the scene in front of him unfold.

you know me, you know me

and i just might know you too

come to me ready

you two knew people thought it was weird, but for you guys, it was just comfort. It was providing a sense of security; you were just showing your love for each other! what’s so wrong with that? 

you’d blabbered on about how you were so sick of snape and his big dumb stupid assignments that you couldn’t stand any longer. ron was listening, of course he was listening. he always listened to you, but today he was more focused on you than your ranting. he was focused on the way your lips moved while you spoke, the beauty marks that detailed your face so delicately, the slope of your nose, the way your thick eyelashes fanned across your eyelids, and the way your eyebrows creased in frustration as you read out snape's rubric for his newest assignment. 

“i mean, it’s ridiculous! look at this, ron. he wants—“ you started, but were cut off by ron’s own statement.

“you really are beautiful, you know.” he didn’t even register what he said until the words escaped his lips, but he wasn’t scared, nor was he shy around you. he knew you. he knew the time was right; this was the moment he had been subconsciously waiting for. 

a slight blush crept on your cheeks as you smiled, cupped his right cheek with your hand, and gave him a kiss on the other. “thanks ron. you don’t look too bad yourself, you know.”

he laughed and unwrapped his arm from around your shoulders to give you a slight push, knowing it would get you going. 

“oh, you’re in for it now.” you’d stated, bringing your legs up from the couch and kneeling on the cushions below you to shove him with both hands, using all your might to knock him over. 

he hardly moved; despite your efforts, he let out an “oh, am i?" and nothing more before wrapping his arms around your waist and roughly laying you out on the couch, as he brought his hands up to begin tickling your sides. 

“oh! really?” you gasped, "you think i don’t have siblings too? don’t make me start kicking weasley,” you’d stated in between breaths. 

he stopped at once, raising his arms up in a defeated manner, “okay. okay. you win.” 

“that’s what I thought.” you’d said catching your breath. you didn’t realize it, but in this moment, ron was sure of something he never thought he would be so sure of in his life. 

slip off my new dress

description: finding a new sense of closeness with ron

pairing: ron weasley x fem! reader

contains: 18+, minors dni, smut, & p in v. characters aged up to 18.

song: juna by clairo

w.c: 810

|an: i think i did too much but 😛 lmk, i still think this is so cute tho.

part one part two

you make me wanna, go dancing

you make me wanna, try on feminine

you couldn’t believe this; really, you’d only ever thought about kissing his beautifully pink, pouty lips, but you’d never thought in a million years you’d be doing it here now.

you’d somehow ended up from the couch to his four poster bed within his dorm, curtains shut closed, and silenced with a quick muffliato charm from ron. the feeling of his warm, wet plush lips against yours was enough to awaken a feeling inside of you that left you craving so much more of him, all of him.

ron couldn’t stop himself, not if he tried. he was absolutely enamored by you, and he had the best view in the world underneath him right now. your flushed face, heavy tired eyes full of lust, and reddened lips from all the kisses you’ve shared within the last few minutes.

relishing in the feeling of each other was all you could do, the closeness you felt within the connection between your lips deepened as you slipped your tongue from your mouth into his, which brought on a new pace for the both of you.

"i need you, ron,” you’d said between kisses. that’s all he needed to hear.

you make me wanna, go buy a new dress

you make me wanna, slip off a new dress

“can i take this off? please?" he begged as you nodded quickly, chest heaving from the change of pace and the new sense of urgency to feel each other as his hands found the hem of your shirt, lifting it above your head and off of your body to reveal your braless tits.

“so beautiful f'me,” he’d said after quickly pulling his own shirt off, his lips immediately finding one of your hardened nipples, his hand massaging the other.

the new sensation left your mind cloudy, and panties wet as all that managed to escape your lips was an “oh, ron,” fingers tangled in his soft, red hair as he continued taking turns sucking, licking, and biting at your breasts.

you couldn’t take it anymore; you needed him now. you’d cupped his cheeks and pulled him back up to kiss you again, his lips hot and wet from the time he spent sucking and pleasing your tits.

you took this opportunity to unbutton and slip off his pants and boxers in the same motion; he’d gotten the memo and did the same for you. as he now positioned himself between your legs, he’d dragged the tip of his cock from your ready hole up to your throbbing clit, circling it with the wetness he had collected from doing so.

ron had finally found it within himself to whisper, “are you sure this is okay?” as he aligned himself with your entrance. looking up at him and nodding with pleading eyes was all you could do, your body overwhelmed by the newfound sensation as your eyes were locked in with one another.

don't even try

i don't have to think

with you, there's no pretending

“talk to me, love. is this okay?” he’d asked again, his eyes still focused on you, awaiting your response.

“yes, ron, more than okay.” you responded desperately; that’s the last thing you said before the wind was knocked out of your lungs. as he finally pushed into you, he recognized the look of slight pain on your face, lowering himself down to wrap his arms around your neck and peppering soft kisses along your forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin until you’d had every single inch of him buried inside of you.

"move, please, baby,” you’d pleaded. he obeyed as he began to slowly pull out and push back in to your wet cunt. you’d moaned while his mouth dropped slightly agape as his eyes dropped down to watch himself drag himself in and out of you again and again.

his pace quickened, and his cock sank deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips as your moans and the sound of your skin slapping against each other became louder and louder.

you’d felt the coil in your stomach tighten, ready to snap at any given moment as ron continued his quick pace.

"oh, ron, im gonna.." you gasped out as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck to ground yourself.

“me too, love; it’s okay. with me, okay?” he’d said between breaths, hips snapping against yours at a relentless pace.

finally, you’d felt the coil snap as you reached your climax, ron experiencing the same as his hips stuttered as he reached his high with you. he collapsed on top of you, causing you to let out a breathy laugh as he smiled against your chest, eventually falling asleep to the comfort and calmness of each other's rising and falling chests.

you know me, you know me

and i just might know you too,

come to me slowly

Ron Weasley- My Good Luck Charm

Ron Weasley

Sixth year at Hogwarts

The atmosphere at Hogwarts during Quidditch matches is electric, pulsating with euphoria and excitement. Students go all out, painting their faces in the vibrant colors of their respective houses, crafting banners, waving flags, and even plotting celebration parties in anticipation of a victorious outcome. Today marked a significant event as Gryffindor was making its debut in the season, facing off against their arch-rivals, Slytherin.

Ron Weasley, recently appointed as the guardian, found himself engulfed in nerves, his thoughts muddled and unclear. Although deserving of his spot on the team, he couldn't shake the feeling that Harry had made a grave mistake in choosing him. Gryffindor peers passed by, offering encouraging words and reminding him that today was not the day for mistakes. Ron managed a smile and a nod, yet deep down, he contemplated fleeing the Great Hall and seeking refuge in the castle's most secluded corners.

Seated at his table, Ron tried to deflect the expectant gazes of his friends, focusing solely on the breakfast plate crafted specifically for him. Hermione, sensing the tension, exchanged a knowing glance with Harry. After a brief silence, she cleared her throat, attempting to dispel the awkwardness that lingered between them.

– Today is the big day... How do you feel?– The weight of those words hung in the air as the boy took a deep breath, locking eyes with his best friends before uttering his thoughts.

– I'm going to quit. After today's game, McLaggen can take my place.–

– No, of course you won't.– Harry interjected swiftly, a frown etching his face as he sought support from Hermione with a pleading gaze. – You've been waiting for this opportunity for a whole year!–

– Well, I don't want it anymore. I know how this will all end, and I'd rather spare myself the embarrassment and the disappointed looks that everyone else will give me when that happens.–

– Good morning!– The recognizable voice sliced through the tension, causing Ron to tense up. He avoided any reaction as the girl sat next to him.– I heard that snow will fall today; it will be an interesting game.– (Y/N) smiled, grabbing a piece of toast. For the first time, she looked at her friends and her boyfriend, sensing that none of them were in good spirits. –What's wrong?–

– Ron wants to quit the team after today's game– Hermione replied, rolling her eyes and setting aside the newspaper she had been reading with interest until that moment.

– Why would you do something like that?– The girl who had just arrived observed the redhead with a grimace of confusion on her face.

– Because I'm not interested in hearing the complaints and insults of others when I lose the game.– The young man murmured, casting a sidelong glance at his girlfriend, anticipating her reaction.

– That's the stupidest excuse I've ever heard in my life.– Harry whispered, taking a sip of his orange juice. Ron raised his face to glare at him.

– I don't think I asked for your opinion, Harry. Not all of us can be as talented as you, so save the comments.– Ron stood up from the table, his facial features and muscles tense, ready to leave.

– Ron – (Y/N) stood up instantly, intending to stop him. Before she could do anything, though, Ron had already left. She sighed, shook her head, and picked up the small package he had left on the table.– I'll go talk to him... See you in a while.– Hermione nodded, giving her a small smile, and the young woman left with hurried steps, trying to catch up with the Weasley who had just departed.

Luckily, she managed to find him a few steps ahead and called out to him, but he didn't stop. (Y/N) tried once more and ran until she was behind Ron, grabbing his arm and forcing him to stop.

– Please don't make me chase you like you're a little child.–

– I'm not in the mood to talk right now, (Y/N). – The redhead muttered, turning around to face his girlfriend.– I don't want us to end up arguing because of me.–

–Then let's not do it.– (Y/N)'s grip on Ron's arm loosened, and he took her hand as they walked toward a quiet corner of the hallway, avoiding the attention of people passing by. – Listen, you can't let the nerves dominate your mind. It's normal to be anxious, but this is supposed to be fun, Ron. After all, that's why it's still a game.–

– It's easy for you to say.– He snorted, rolling his eyes. – The only thing I've heard since yesterday is how much they expect of me in this game, while the disgusting snakes have made my life miserable by reminding me of all the possible ways in which I will fail once the match starts.–

– And you are giving them the pleasure of having their words affect you. You are capable of winning this game and more, but with this mentality, you won't achieve anything. I wish I had the ability to make you feel better, but the reality is that if you don't trust yourself, there is nothing I can do about it.– Ron hesitated, listening to the girl's words, and stopped avoiding her gaze. – Give yourself the opportunity to enjoy this day and stop thinking so much about what other people think of you. –

– And what if I care what you think of me?– He whispered, relaxing his shoulders a little and intertwining her hand with his.

– My affection for you will never change because of the results of some silly games, Ron. You could be making a fool of yourself, and I'll be there cheering you on as if you were the star of the show.– Ron laughed lightly at that, and (Y/N) smiled, noticing the positive impact her words had on him.

– I don't know how you do it, but you always manage to calm me down.– His hands slide towards his girlfriend's waist, lifting her a little to bridge the height difference between them. (Y/N)'s smile widens, and she rests her arms on the shoulders of the redhead. – Thank you for putting up with my childishness.–

– You're welcome.– She laughed softly and left a small kiss on his lips before revealing a small cardboard box in his hands. – This is for you.–

Ron observed curiously as (Y/N) offered him the box, nodding to give her permission to open it for him. (Y/N) opened the small box and took out the leather bracelet inside, showing it to her favorite Weasley. 

– It's a lucky charm. I don't know if it really works or brings you some peace of mind, but I wanted you to have something that will remind you that there will always be someone who believes in you no matter what.–

–(Y/N)...– A smile even bigger than the previous one appeared on his face, and he placed the young woman back on the ground to take the bracelet in his hands. – You didn't have to do this... Thank you.– He watched her for a moment, and she nodded with a smile to help him place the bracelet under the wool shirt she was wearing. – Come here.–

He pulled his girlfriend closer around her waist and lowered her face to his level, their lips now touching. (Y/N) laughed softly and tangled her hands in Ron's hair, letting the redhead kiss her as he has done many times before. Even though they had been together for a year, the butterflies in their stomachs had not faded. (Y/N)'s lips were soft and tasted like cherry from the lip balm she always wore. Kissing her was like being in the best of dreams that you didn't want to wake up from. For the girl, there was nothing better than being in Ron's arms—warm, comforting, and intense all at once. They both separated for air, and Ron rested his forehead against hers, gently touching their noses. (Y/N) slided her thumb over the redhead's blushing cheek and left another small kiss on his lips before breaking the comfortable silence between them.

–I think it's time for you to go with the others... The game is going to start soon, and we don't want you to be late.–

–I wouldn't mind doing it if it means I can kiss you again.– He laughed softly, earning a light blow to his chest.

– It's not going to happen. Also, you have to apologize to Harry for what happened a while ago.–

–Do I have to? – Ron rolled his eyes with a complaint.

–It's the right thing to do, Weasley. Don't think about it too much.–

–Okay...– He sighed, separating from her, prolonging the moment where their bodies part completely. –I hope to see you in the stands shouting for me.–

–Don't doubt it.– (Y/N) smiled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. –I love you, Ron.–

–And I love you too... I'll see you shortly.– The boy smiled, winked, and forced himself to turn his back, leaving with a newfound wave of confidence and tranquility in his body that a few hours ago he could never have imagined he would have, thanks to her.