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.”