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.”