#happy Christmas ron

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For my Harry Potter fans 😆 I had fun with this

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Happy Christmas Eve! :)

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Simply having a Weasley Christmas time

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Cartoon Romances + Kiss Under the Mistletoe

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The Best Present is Love - Ron Weasley x gn! Reader

Warning: feelings of inadequacy

A/N: we get a little angsty during holiday celebrations but I swear it’s resolved at the end; we get kinda sappy cause that's how I roll

You went to his room to find him and, sure enough, there he was, sat off the side of his bed producing a melancholy you could sense from his doorway. One of the gifts he received during the gift exchange sat in his hands as he stared at it, his mind clearly elsewhere. He hadn’t even noticed you at the door until you spoke.

“Hey Ron,” you said, informing him of your presence, “What’s up?”

“Oh just, looking at my gift from George and Fred. It’s surprisingly harmless,” he tells you, looking up at you with a bit of a smile. As soon as these words leave his mouth, he looks back down, under the guise of inspecting his brothers’ gift to him. But he’s not hiding anything from you. You saw him just now. He’s upset about something. Whether or not he’ll tell you right now is a different story.

“Yeah, better look out,” you say with a nudge. “But really,” you say, looking into his eyes, “what’s up?” As you say this, he looks back into your eyes. Caught off guard at first, but then giving a surrendering and soft look, and almost sort of smile.

“Should’ve known I can't hide much from you,” Ron says.

“No,” you say, cupping his face and applying a gentle kiss to it, “you can’t. So tell me, sweetheart. What’s bothering you? What's wrong?” you ask, still holding his face ever so tenderly, with so much love in your eyes. He could feel it, and so he shared his qualms with you.

“I’m afraid that you may not like it here, with my family.” You look at him, puzzled. He senses the question “Why?” occupying your mind right now. However, rather than interrupt, you chose to kneel down in front of him and wait for him to speak at his own pace. You placed your hands in his lap to comfort him and give him the opportunity to fiddle with your fingers if he wished. He did. “S’ just that, we’re so messy and- and loud and, well, we are far from perfect and we aren’t like other pureblood families and-” You stood up, and Ron stopped talking. He wasn’t sure why you stood up. He thought that maybe all he had done was mess up, and you realized he was right and he should've never said anything and-

Oh. You were hugging him.

You stood there, cradling him, and he just accepted it. He didn’t try to deny anything, he just accepted your embrace and care, left himself bare to you, and you took him in for all he was, you took his family in for all it was, and you loved it. Most of all -well you honestly could hardly just pick one thing- but you loved how much love there was within the Weasley household. And as for Ron, you loved him. You loved his hair, his eyes, his cute little nose, his body heat, and the way he always ran warm so you'd snuggle him in the common room when you studied and you were cold. Or even when you weren’t cold. You loved how he would occasionally he would complain that it was “too bloody hot” but would hold you close as soon as you made any motion of leaving. You loved his sarcasm and -as much as you wanted to smack him sometimes (lovingly, of course)- you loved his smart remarks. You loved the way he could confidently state the obvious as if it were a new revelation of sorts. And although it could be frustrating at times, even his tendency to be rather dense was cute at times. You especially loved how sweet he was to you. You knew that he would let the world burn if it meant that the people he loved were protected, and that included you. You felt the same way about him.

“Ron,” you looked at him sweetly and then continued, “I love it here.”

“You… do?” He looked genuinely confused.

“I love it here too, Ron. I love the love that flows through this house. I love the chaos. I love the lively energy and how there’s never a dull moment, especially when George and Fred are bored. I love how each person in your family is so unique -you and the twins included- and has such a strong personality -yes! You included!” you added as you gripped his shoulders strongly but not roughly. “I always have an amazing and wonderful time here and I wouldn’t change anything about it.” This time it was Ron who pulled you into his grip. The hug was strong and firm and full of emotion and unspoken words. Unsaid, but understood all the same. That was another thing you loved about him -two actually: his bear hugs and the fact that even though he couldn’t always express himself in words, he made damn sure you knew he loved you and appreciated you.

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Merry Christmas from the Stamplers! :)

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MERRY CHRISTMAS MUGGLES!!!

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I went shopping today, and while I found a really pretty dress, i got to thinking. This would be AMAZING for Venus. Tell me I'm wrong. I may do an xmas bit with her in this dress at the Wesley's with Alastor. Maybe. Thoughts? If i do it, she and Alastor will end up under some mistletoe.

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Any invite that comes in after Daylight Savings ends.

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Do guys also have to watch all the parts of the Harry Potter franchise , around Christmas-New year to actually get the holidays feel , or are you guys normal?

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Happy Holidays

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12 - A Weasley Christmas

A fanart of Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger-Weasley from the Harry Potter series.

Harry Potter was written by JK Rowling

Fanart by Jose Maria Tiquia

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Ron: Happy Christmas, Harry!!!

Cold weather = Harry Potter reruns!

I was watching the first movie, and Gosh they are so adorable! I am again reminded of my endless love for Ron. (My old color Palette is back, how did that happen lol)

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Hand.

On.

Waist.

Even if Ron had spoken when demanded, there wasn’t a guarantee Hermione would’ve heard a word he’d said, which wasn’t unusual, brain entirely focused on his hand placement. Didn’t help that her back was against the door frame of her bedroom and there was now a barely there space between her body and Ron’s. Did he always have to be so clumsy? Knocking into her like an elephant balancing on a ball at the circus — not that Ron would understand that reference, more than likely.

Seconds dragged like eternity.

Neither one moved.

This was a first… and Hermione couldn’t help but study it — the first time they’d ever been this close where Ron didn’t bolt in the opposite direction. Usual hands brushing ended with his yanked away like hers was a snake that’d bit him. Bumping into each other had Ron shoving back like she’d done it on purpose. And catching glances? Childish faces made before heads snapped away, Hermione’s cheeks burning every time. Every minuscule action had a reaction, to the point Hermione had to catch and scold herself about overreacting to it regardless of feeling. And this situation certainly didn’t help, finding it difficult to conceal her flustered emotions behind the signature scowl with Ron gawking at her mouth agape in horror — she presumed.

‘Blimey, is this really happening?’

Asked out loud the same time Hermione thought it. How she loathed being unable to read him. “Flattering, really, your reaction to mistletoe being similar to that of a spider…” If Ron were Ron and this didn’t affect him whatsoever, he’d jump at the word, triggering his worst fear — like saying it out loud would suddenly make one appear. Very much like the curse associated with the name of You Know Who. But the next words shocked Hermione, chestnut orbs widening with Ron’s compliance.

Reluctant compliance.

Her lips pursed in disappointment — was she truly so awful that his reasoning to kiss her had to be to dispel bad luck? “Suppose we should. You don’t need any more bad luck. Barely making it by in life as it is.” She muttered dryly, mouth too, thanks to nerves, doing her best to keep her voice from shaking, her heart rattling against her chest like a caged bird, disappointment, and… the tiniest bit of anticipation. Hermione felt both hot and cold at the same time, completely forgetting the rest of the world once Ron’s eyes landed on her lips, moving at a snail’s pace to… what? Get her to bow out? Hermione was far too stubborn, Ron knew that. He knew almost everything about her. They were best friends that’d been through far more than anyone else might’ve been at their age, battling dark forces side by side. But he sure was taking his time, to the point Hermione’s already thin patience was waning. “Just get on with it already!” The whisper came out in an almost whine, bracing herself when Ron drew closer, closer, her eyes fluttering shut, breaths tangling and tasting his breath until… she barely felt a thing. But there’d been contact — the tingle along her lips meant so.

That was it?!

Impatience seized her by its reins. “Oh Merlin’s pants, Ronald Weasley!” An exclamation simultaneous to Hermione grabbing his face and kissing him. Forcefully, passionately, desperately, knowing this one opportunity may be the only one she’d get to save face with by blaming the mistletoe and its powers. Claim that his kiss simply hadn’t been proper enough for it to protect them against the bad luck he’d claimed to kiss her too in the name of. Letting herself give in for the moment, Hermione melted, hands softening with lips to a tenderness she’d always meant to show Ron if given the chance. To show him she was right here in front of him and always had been for years if he wasn’t so damn thick. Reality was… Ron didn’t view her in that way. Otherwise he would’ve invited her to the Yule Ball. Might’ve asked her out ages ago. Every day she waited for him to see her and well… perhaps now he would.

Or she’d just destroyed their friendship in the form of a kiss.

The thought made her heart sink, breaking them apart with a sharp intake of much needed breath. “So sorry to disappoint that I wasn’t someone else you might kiss with more eagerness.” Nudging him out of the way, Hermione opened her door to retreat and hide freshen up in her bedroom.

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Christmas time; The time to celebrate with family and loved ones, drink to your hearts content and devour enough food that the turkey wasn’t the only thing sitting stuffed at the table — perhaps Ron’s most favourite time of year for that fact alone. And although Christmas was always a blast at the Burrow both metaphorically and literally with the twins setting off fireworks every chance they got despite their parents chiding, this one particular Christmas had been the best Ron had ever experienced.. and it was all down to a certain somebody who’d decided to show her face in all of its irritating glory. From the second Hermione had entered the Weasley household, Ron’s eyes had practically lit up brighter than any of the decor adorning the tree itself. Not that he’d ever admit it, or show it for that matter, much preferring to give her a hard time as usual— bickering their love language.

And bicker, they certainly had. Whispered scoldings aimed at him for shovelling food into his mouth too fast for her liking at dinner, following all the ways he was making a pigsty of the place, to her unwrapping gifts too slowly resulting in him getting impatient and telling her to hurry up, resulted in where they were now— the two of them quarrelling outside her room yet again, him having the upper hand for once.

However, it wasn’t like Ron had much time to feel proud about it or laugh in her face at the fact he’d managed to touch a nerve with his latest crude retort, because before he knew it? He’d been sent whimpering barrelling into Hermione faster than his legs could keep up, almost knocking the two off their feet in the process had his hands not steadied on her waist, the other quick to find the bedroom door behind her. Not yet registering the close proximity or the rather suggestive position they’d now found themselves in, Ron’s head swiftly turned just in time to catch Fred and George scuttling off down the stairs what all the speed of two whirlwinds colliding. ‘Kiss and make up!?’ Were they mad!? “Oi, watch where you’re going will you!?” Called out after his brothers in annoyance, it was only once Hermione spoke up again did Ron’s dazed stare find her face.

O h. When had they gotten so close? And wait, when had his hand found her waist!? Eyes like saucepans and cheeks redder than the disheveled mop of hair atop his head, Ron’s gaze slowly followed hers up to the small dangling leaves overhead, snow-white berries giving away exactly what it was. Mistletoe. ‘Say something.’ Her next curt demand cut through the brief bout of stunned silence that had settled between them, almost causing Ron to jump out of his skin. Say something. What exactly was he supposed to say? Nothing smart, that was for definite. Instead, he found himself staring dumbfounded at her as though she were the sole reason they were in this whole mess to begin with.

“B-Blimey, is this really happening..?” About bloody time it did, he could almost hear Harry’s voice teasing in the back of his head.

Their situation certainly hadn’t been helped given they were so close to her bedroom of all places— leaving Ron wondering if Fred and George had been carefully planning this all along.. those two never ceased to amaze him with their timing. “Uh.. I guess we should.. get this over with then? Bad luck and all if not, isn’t it?” Obviously feigned nonchalance. Just what every girl wanted to hear underneath the mistletoe, wasn’t it? But Hermione wasn’t a girl. Well, technically she was— but that was beside the point. They were friends. Strictly friends, as they’d mutually agreed upon in unspoken hints throughout the years. Still, that didn’t explain why Ron found his stomach somersaulting into knots and his heart soaring the longer those warm hickory hues spent boring into his own with an intensity he swore went beyond just friendship.

Swallowing dryly around the nervous lump that had began to swell up like a ballon in his throat, Ron let his eyes travel across the full length of her lips: perfectly shaped and looked soft enough to the touch.. how hadn’t he noticed that before? “I’m just gonna, um.. y’know..” Gesturing somewhat sheepishly to her mouth with his free hand, it was only then did he lean in until his lips brushed hers in a barely-there kiss. That counted, didn’t it? Hell, it wasn’t like he didn’t want to kiss her. But.. would he be able to stop if he did?