Edenic

Only 3 blurbs left loves! Hopefully I’ll be finishing them off tonight and posting them tomorrow!

“I know, he showed me,” Y/N responded to something her best friend said, something Ron hadn’t quite caught. The knowledge of who the ‘he’ may have been overwhelmed him with anger, however, and his grip tightened on his quill, almost snapping it in two.  He closed his eyes for a long moment, taking a deep breath in and opening his eyes before exhaling.

He began writing again, eyes darting back and forth from the blackboard that was filled with the quick and elegant script of Professor McGonnagal. Soon enough, too soon, in fact, he heard another mention of the dreaded, “him”, coming from the lips of the same pretty girl whose words he’d been trying to ignore for fear of breaking his quill.

“He said so himself, Hannah,” Ron’s parchment tore under the sudden strength of his quill pressed against it, causing ink to reach the neat, polished oak of his desk. Instead of trying to clean it up, or fix the essay he’d been writing on the transfiguration of objects into living things, he found himself turning around to face his flame and her friend, his eyes flashing angrily.

“Y/N, we could all do with a little less talk about your boyfriend while trying to focus on our work,” his tone was surprisingly official, and he felt puzzled at the astonished look the y/e/c eyed girl gave him at his oddly aggressive statement.

“I’m sorry, what?” she muttered in response, a confused frown appearing on her face.

“The ‘he’ you keep mentioning? Your new boyfriend, or whatever…” the auburn haired boy’s attempt to sound careless caused his face to turn a radiant shade of red, “No one wants to hear about it.”

“First of all, you really shouldn’t be eavesdropping,” Y/N retorted, her tone unexpectedly calm, a hint of amusement present in her words.

“Second of all, I was talking about my older brother. I don’t have a boyfriend.” she stated, a mocking smirk appearing on her face. “No need to get jealous.”

“I wasn’t– I’m not–Shut up,” he turned back to his ink splattered assignment, feeling his ears burn with the same red tint that now completely covered his cheeks. Thoughts rushed through his mind, and before he could stop himself, he had turned back around, feeling the heat of his blushing face strengthen when she looked up and her eyes met his.

“Yes, Weasley?”

“Y/N, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” his words were rushed, nervous, barely comprehensible, but the smile that spread across her face showed him she was more than aware of what he had just said.

“I’d really like that. Provided I’m allowed to talk about my brother without being told off, of course,” she teased and he felt a smile flickering on his own face.

“You can talk about whatever you like, Y/N. As long as you let me take you out.”

Y/N’s step quickened when she finally spotted the tall, auburn-haired figure she’d been looking for since the beginning of the week. Shoving past clearly irritated students in the corridor and ignoring the “Watch it"s that followed her rushed paces, she finally reached the broad back of Ron Weasley, grabbing him by the shoulder and watching, slightly skeptical, as he spun around on his heel to face her. His eyes darted away from hers and fixated on the stone wall behind her instead, prompting a frown to appear on her face.

“Are you avoiding me?” her eyes narrowed with the question that slipped past her lips instead of a ‘hello’.

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” he shrugged, his eyes still refusing to meet hers.

“Ron, why are you avoiding me?” she attempted to meet his eyes, her head moving to wherever his eyes wandered. It didn’t quite work, however, his eyes still rushing to avoid hers.

“Ronald.” she crossed her arms on her chest and finally he looked at her, a strange absence lingering in his irises.

“Yeah?” she noticed the knuckles of his left hand cracking under the pressure of his right as he spoke, a nervous habit that was too familiar for her to give up on finding out what was happening.

“I know you’re avoiding me now. I just don’t know why,” the hurt in her voice prompts his lips to open slightly, but as soon as he notices, he presses them back into the previous, nervous expression.

“I’m not avoiding you, alright. We just haven’t crossed paths is all.”

“And that’s why you can’t even look me in the eye?” she frowns at his explanation, her voice cracking slightly, along with the edges of his heart. Unable to watch the wounded expression on her face, he takes a deep breath, and cracking his knuckles a final time, tells a truth that had been weighing him down for weeks.

“Y/N, I think I’m in love with you. And that scares the hell out of me. And I know you can do much better, and I know we’re just friends and you’re interested in what’s-his-face, but I can’t help it. So I thought staying away was the best way to, y'know… Avoid this messing up our friendshi–”

His soliloquy is interrupted by her lips pressed to his, leaving his lungs empty of air and his hands shaking slightly as they found their way to her waist.

Pulling away only seconds later, she beams at him, her fingers slipping between his: “Well, all you had to do was say so.”

♫It May Be Winter Outside- Steps// HP: Ron Weasley x Reader

A/N: My friend sent me a really nice picture of her cat looking out the window at the snow back home so I was compelled to write something about snow. I hope you enjoy it and I’m really looking forward to writing a bunch of Christmas stuff!

She jolted awake suddenly, sitting up, a smile spreading across her drowsy face. She glanced down at the red hair sprawled across the pillow next to her, slightly shifting around the bed. Receiving no reaction, she nudged the sleeping boy.

“Wake up.”, her words elicited a groan from the mountain of covers next to her.

“Wake uuuuup.”

The duvet was shoved aside angrily as Ron’s mussed hair and furrowed brows appeared from the mess of covers scattered around the bed. He looked at her, a frown on his face, clearly irritated by the loss of sleep.

Her beaming face was a complete contrast to his grumpy expression.

“It’s cold”, he grumbled.

“Come on”, her smile didn’t waver as she unwrapped herself from the covers, her feet sliding into the warm slippers placed by the bed.

With a loud sigh, he slipped out from under his blankets, keeping one wrapped around his shoulders, his bare feet slipping onto the floor, causing him to flinch slightly: “The floor is freezing.”

“Jeez, why are you so obsessed with the cold?”, she rolled her eyes playfully, grabbing a sweater from a chair placed by the bed, and pulling it over her head, a massive ‘R’ now gracing her torso.

“Come OOOON”, she whined, her childish excitement fluttering through the frosty winter air, as she wrapped a red and gold scarf around her neck.

She grabbed his hand, practically dragging the groggy, irked boy down the stairs of the Burrow, slowly opening the front door and quietly sneaking an unwilling, blanket covered Ron out of the house.

“I think my feet may have fallen off on the way down”, he complained, his voice raspy with fatigue.

A quick glance down and an eye roll later, she responded: “Nope, still there”.

“Did I mention it’s COLD?”, his arms were folded on his chest as his teeth softly chattered.

“Smell that”, his comment went ignored by the grinning girl.

“Smell what?”, a puzzled look graced his face as his hair was further ruffled by the small breeze that blew their way.

She looked at him, a devilish look in her eyes and a wide smile beaming on her face: “I smell snow.”

“There is no way it’ll snow right now, we weren’t even wearing coats this morning.”

“It’s my favourite time of the year”, she continued, overlooking his realistic remark.

“It won’t snow, Y/N”, he said as she linked her arm through his.

“Oversized sweaters and sitting by the fireplace all cozied up, drinking mulled wine…”

“Baby, there is no way–”

Before he could finish his correction of her enchanted ramblings, he noticed the snowflakes floating through the air, one landing on the tip of his freckled nose, causing him to look up, his irked expression fading, replaced by a broad grin as she gripped his arm tighter, her happiness radiating through the winter air.

He placed a kiss on her forehead, fulfillment spreading through his soul.

“As wonderful as this is, and as impressed as I am with your sense of smell, I’m going to go inside now. You know, where it isn’t sub zero”, he smiled at her exaggeratedly sad facial expression.

He began walking away, his arm slipping away from hers, his hand holding hers, as she followed, making clumsily big steps in order to keep up.

“If you’re so obsessed with the cold, why don’t you just go MARRY IT?”, her happiness was clear despite her angry bluff.

“Because it’s not you”, his smile was filled with a happy affection as he winked, gently pulling her into the fire lit living room of the house and placing a soft kiss on her pouting lips, which soon pulled into a heartfelt smile.