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Heal Me - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (Ex Ron Weasley)

Prompt: Be Alright by Dean Lewis

Warning: SMUT as always. A bit of angst I guess.

Thank you @lets-imagine-fanfics for editing as usual. True gem.

Enjoy!!!

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He looked down at the ground, his eyes never meeting yours as you reached for his hand which he quickly pulled away from you. You frowned but let it go as you waited for him to talk. The silence was painful, like every wound made during your love for him was being ripped open. You could tell something was wrong but you couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

“I-I can’t do this anymore.” He whispered brokenly, tears in his eyes as he finally looked up to meet your eyes.

“Okay.” You whispered as your throat began to feel like it was closing up. What could you say? Beg him to not leave you? What good would that do guilt him into staying in a relationship he clearly wasn’t happy in anymore.

“I-I’m sorry, I-”

“It’s fine. I-I’m gonna g-grab my stuff then go and stay with a friend.” You whispered fearing if you spoke any louder, you’d break.

You stood up, making your way to your previously shared bedroom grabbing a bag with an extendable charm on it and began packing everything that was yours that you could see. Silently moving between rooms to collect everything you had. He hadn’t moved from the couch, his hand buried in his shaggy red hair.

Once everything was packed you grabbed the bag and your wand, you made your way to the living room again, his attention instantly on you as he looked at you with tears streaming down his face.

“Y-Y/N.” He stuttered brokenly as he stepped closer toward you but you just stepped back shaking your head.

“Don’t, Ron. I knew this was coming…it’s always been her.” You whispered brokenly as you looked at the book on the coffee table.

“That’s hers, right? Not Harry’s.” You added cynically, before looking into his tear-filled blue eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered brokenly as finally your tears began to fall. Thankfully it was just as you apparated to the only place on your mind at that moment.

You saw the familiar sight of the dark green and black living room. You collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down your face barely registering a pair slender arms wrapping around you as you let out a broken sob burying your face into the chest of the only person you could think of that wasn’t also friends with your now ex boyfriend.

“Hey, Y/N. Talk to me, sweetheart, what happened?” His soothing voice trembled against your hair as he held you as close as he could.

“C-Can I stay here?” You sobbed as your body tried to disappear into his arms.

“You’re always welcome here, darling.” He whispered into your shoulder as he held you through your tears.

You don’t know how long you cried but when you finally stop you pulled away to look up at your best friend with red eyes. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before wiping away the left-over tears.

“Did that Weasel hurt you?” He asked with a frown as he looked ready to murder Ron.

“No…not physically.” You whispered brokenly as you gave him a sad smile.

“It was always gonna be her.” You chuckled darkly as he helped you stand up.

“He’s a fucking idiot.” Draco hissed making you smile at him.

“B-But I love him.” You whimpered as your tears start back up.

“Shhh I know, darling. It’ll be okay I promise.” Draco whispered into your ear as as her picked you up and began carrying you towards his bedroom.

“I’ve got you love.” He soothed you as he laid you both on the bed pulling you into his arms.

He stroked your hair softly as he held you. Not saying a word as he allowed you to cry into his chest. Your heart clenched every time you thought about the red head, you’d spent 4 years of your life loving. You felt like you’d never breathe again.

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You must’ve passed out after a while because when you came to you could hear shouting coming from the living room. You frowned standing up, your head throbbing as you did. As soon as you walked into the living room you instantly spotted the other half of the reason for your current dehydration and heart break.

“Y-Y/N.” She whispered softly as she tried to approach you.

“Get out.” You muttered quietly as Draco stood in front of you protectively.

“Y/N, please. Nothing happened. I would never do anything while you guys were still together. You have to know that!” She cried, wiping her tears as they fell.

“I asked you! After the war I asked you if there was anything there, despite the fact that he was my boyfriend already! I ASKED you and you said no. You lied to my face and now after we have a flat together, a life together. NOW you two decided to finally get your shit together! How dare you come here to the one place I feel safe and the one place Ron would never come… GET. OUT.” You screamed making her eyes widen. She nodded and hurried out of Draco’s house.

“God, that felt good to get out.” You sighed softly as Draco looked down at you.

“Come on, let’s get you some water and food.” Draco chuckled as he guided you to the kitchen.

“Where’s Astoria?” You asked trying to ignore the fact that you’d just screamed at someone you’d been friends with for years.

“Theo didn’t tell you? We broke up last month. She was talking about marriage and kids. I just don’t see that with her, so I figured it was best to end it.” Draco stated as he passed you a glass of water and waved his wand making some food begin cooking by itself on the hob.

“Marriage? Kids? You guys haven’t even been together a year!” You chuckled before gulping down the water, your head throbbing as you did.

When you’d finished the glass, you put it in the sink and proceeded to take a seat at the breakfast bar. Draco silently stared at you clearly unsure on whether he was okay to ask. You smiled sadly and looked down at your fingers.

“Things have been off for a few weeks but I just put it down to the stress from work. There was a book on the coffee table that wasn’t his and I thought it was odd but he said it was Harry’s. Like an idiot I believed it. Then today he sat me down told me he didn’t wanna be with me. I wasted 4 almost 5 years on that bastard!” You snapped angrily as you reached into your pocket pulling out a cigarette which Draco instantly pulled out his wand lighting it with wordless magic.

“I always told you. You’re too good for that Weasel.” Draco huffed with a smirk on his face.

“I should’ve just married you like our parents wanted.” You chuckled making him grin.

“Oh yeah. I’m probably much better in the sack too.” Draco snickered as you slapped his arm playfully but his words somehow brought a smile to your face.

“Oh yeah that’s definitely why Astoria wanted to marry you so fast. Nothing to do with the money AT all.” You giggled making him gasp in a fake pained expression.

“You wound me, darling. I am more than deep pockets.” He laughed as he nudged you softly.

“You know I’m kidding. You’re handsome, kind, protective, loyal to those you love AND you have deep pockets!-” You snickered jokingly. “-Seriously though, you’re a great guy Dray. Any girl would be lucky to have you.” You chuckled with a sincere smile.

“And you are fucking gorgeous, gentle, giving, loyal, funny, intelligent and also rather rich if I remember rightly.” Draco whispered teasingly as food finally finished cooking itself.

Both plates floated over filled with garlic bread, spaghetti and meatballs. You smiled appreciatively as you slowly dug into the food trying to ignore the protests of your stomach. You and Draco made casual conversation as you ate never bringing up Ron or Hermione, which you were eternally grateful for.

By the time you ate half you could feel your stomach rejecting the idea of eating anymore so you pushed the rest away and turned to Draco who was silently pushing his spaghetti round his plate. You frowned knowing something was on his mind but knew he wouldn’t bring it up because he was trying to be there for you.

“Spill. I know when something’s bothering you.” You sighed as you rest your hand on his shirt covered arm.

“I know I don’t want kids and marriage with Astoria, but I do want kids and marriage. I just don’t see that happening. I’m an ex-Death Eater. I’m a Malfoy and the only options are muggles and just because I don’t mind muggles, doesn’t mean my family won’t.” He stated rather sadly making your eyes widen.

“I-I know your hearts broken and you hate all men right now and love. But I wanna fall in love. I wanna look forward to coming home to a woman I love.” He added making you frown.

“Dray. You’ll fall in love; you still have your whole life ahead of you. We’re only 21, Love.” You chuckled gently, your eyes softening as you gazed at him sympathetically.

“Maybe.” He whispered absently as he pushed away his plate waving his wand to send the dishes to clean themselves.

*******

Three weeks had gone by since your break-up with Ron and you were feeling a lot better. You and Draco had gotten into a routine, you would go wake up at 6am in Draco’s guest room across from his bedroom. You’d take a shower then at 6.30am you would make breakfast along with a pot of tea and some coffee before waking Draco up for work at 7am. You would eat breakfast together then you’d both set off to work at about 7.45am.

When you both got home: you at 5pm; Draco at 6-7pm, you would make food, or you would order out, then you’d spend the night laughing and watching Muggle TV together until you both got tired. Today was a weekend though, so Draco had insisted you both went to the pub because you hadn’t been out except for work in three weeks.

You were hesitant but Draco had promised if you hated it and wanted to go home, he would happily take you home. He had annoyingly told you to make an effort because he knew it would make you feel more like yourself, despite your protests.

You slipped on a satin green shirt dress that cinched in at the waist, a pair of suede black over the knee heeled boots, a suede black clutch with a silver snake on the front and some silver necklaces and rings.

You did your makeup with a nude glam look since you didn’t want to overdo it for the pub. That thought quickly became a joke when you came out to find Draco in a full suit. You rolled your eyes and dragged him straight back to his room to scan through his wardrobe. You instantly spotted a leather jacket and changed his blazer for that before grabbing a plain dark green T-shirt and a pair of dark grey acid wash jeans with rips in the knees. You passed them to him telling him to wear the docs you’d bought him two years ago.

When you apparated to the pub it was quite empty which you were grateful for. Draco went to get drinks as you found a seat in the corner of the room putting your clutch on the leather booth seat right next to your thigh.

You laughed as Draco came over carrying 4 different drinks and 6 shots on a tray. You rolled your eyes but decided to just indulge him for tonight. It wouldn’t hurt to let loose for one night. You laughed as Draco downed all three shots one after the other.

“Rough day?” You snorted as you began sipping one of the cocktails he’d brought over.

“Astoria showed up at 3am drunk. Claimed she wanted to try again, I had to spend over an hour explaining I didn’t love her. I put a silencing spell on the room so we wouldn’t wake you. Then she went mental saying we must’ve been shagging while I was with her. Then I spent another hour explaining how I would never do that to anyone and you didn’t see me like that.” He sighed as he took a big gulp of his fire whiskey.

“Wow, she’s a head-case. I’d keep an eye on your car…she might key it.” You snickered making him roll his eyes playfully.

“I don’t have a car.” He huffed his eyes creasing with laughter.

“Oh yeah, you should be fine then.” You giggled as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

You drank your shots a little more slow than Draco but eventually he ran off to get more drinks leaving you happily buzzed in the corner of the pub. Draco came back to the table with a pitcher of some sort of blue drink that made you laugh reminding you of your days back when you finally turned 18 going to Muggle clubs with Draco, Theo, Pansy and Blaise getting wasted and eating a greasy kabab from the local take away.

While Draco poured you both a glass of whatever was in the glass jug, you glanced around the room and just as your eyes reached to the door, in walked your former boyfriend and his best friend. You instantly grabbed Draco’s hand under the table making him jump a little, thankfully he didn’t spill the jug of liquid, but he looked up in alarm until he spotted what made you grab him.

“Hey, look at me.” Draco whispered gripping you chin gently and forcing you to turn towards him. You stared into his icy blue eyes momentarily getting lost in them. Had his eyes always been this mesmerising? Were you that drunk? You felt pretty bloody sober. You thought anxiously as he finally spoke.

“Ignore him. You’re with me and we’re not going to let him ruin our night.” Draco whispered, his eyes never leaving yours as his hand slid from your chin to brush the little strand of hair framing your face away from your eye.

“O-Okay.” You stuttered, hoping he would put it down to the fact that your ex had walked into the pub, and not because him being so close was suddenly making your heart pound in your chest.

“Now, drink your atrocious blue drink then we’re going to dance like that lovely old couple over there.” He snickered, pointing at the little old couple dancing to whatever music was playing in the background.

“I am not dancing.” You laughed as you sipped your blue drink which was surprisingly nice.

“Please.” He pouted as he tilted his head rather cutely. How is someone so confident and sexy able to look so cute?

“Fine.” You sighed softly as you downed your drink and grabbing his hand.

You lead him to the makeshift dance floor where only the old couple were dancing. He spun you around before pulling you in close as he began swaying to the music. You rest your head on his shoulder, one hand holding his while the other was cupping the back of his neck instead of being on his shoulder. Your chest pressed against his as you both got lost in the music.

“Don’t look but ginge is very blatantly staring at us with a glare on his face.” Draco whispered in your ear softly, you barely registered what he said because his hot breath against your ear was doing things to you.

“I don’t care. I’m enjoying my night.” You whispered back your lips brushing against his ear which surprisingly made him visibly shiver.

“Well, it appears he doesn’t care because he’s coming over here, Love. Do you want me to handle it?” He asked softly as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

“No, we’re going to ignore him.” You stated with a half smile.

“Y/N…can I talk to you?” Ron said from behind you, making Draco glare at him.

“I think you’ve said everything that needed to be said.” You state calmly as you continue dancing with Draco his hand soothing up and down your back.

“I knew it wouldn’t be long until you snaked your way in, Malfoy.” Ron hissed at Draco making him grip your hips a little too tightly as you pulled away to glare at your ex-boyfriend.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You snapped making his eyes settle on you.

“Oh, please, he’s always had a thing for you. He was just waiting for his time.” Ron snorted bitterly making you glance at Draco who made no move to deny it.

“You mean like Hermione…oh wait I forgot she didn’t even wait did she.” You snarled making Ron’s eyes widen.

“Whether Draco and I are together or not is not your business anymore, is it? So why don’t you go sit with your friend and enjoy your night like I was until you ruined it.” You added making his eyes narrow again before he stormed off back towards Harry who was smiling sympathetically at you.

You turned to Draco and raised a brow at him making him turn a light shade of pink as he pulled you towards the table your purse and drinks where still sat. He sat down and began downing another glass of the blue liquid ignoring your gaze on the side of his face.

“If you think I’m gonna pretend you didn’t deny his accusation you have another thing coming, Draco.” You stated with a raised brow.

“It’s nothing. I had a small crush on you in school, that’s all.” He mumbled awkwardly as he avoided looking at you.

“You’re lying.” You whispered with a glare on your face.

“Let’s just go home.” He sighed as he grabbed you hand and purse before apparating back to the house.

He put your purse on the side table in the living room, kicking off his shoes before walking off towards his room. However, you weren’t about to pretend he hadn’t just lied to your face. You stormed after him waving your wand to remove your heels as you did.

“Don’t you ignore me Draco Lucius Malfoy! You don’t get to lie to my face and walk away! We’ve been friends for most of our life and best friends since 3rd year. I know when you’re lying.” You shouted as he stormed into his black and silver themed bedroom.

“Just drop it, Y/N.” He sighed softly as he sat on the end of his bed.

“No, I’m not dropping it. Why would you lie to me about having a crush on me?” You shouted as you began pacing in front of him.

He looked away making no attempt to respond so you strut towards the bed and grabbed his face with you right hand harshly, forcing him to look at you. He looked into your eyes clearly shocked at how physical you were currently being.

“Speak!” You growled through gritted teeth and you instantly noticed a dazed look crossed his face momentarily.

“I had strong feelings for you between 3rd and 6th year.” He answered obediently, his eyes never leaving yours as his face flushed. You stomach fluttered seeing him being so compliant, your tongue darting out to lick your lips, an action that Draco’s eyes tracked.

“Why wouldn’t you say something?” You sighed softly as your grip on his face softened but never moved.

“Because you liked Ron. Then you guys started dating so I moved on, Love.” He whispered sadly making you frown.

Your eyes flickered from his lips and back to his gorgeous eyes as your heart began pounding in your chest. You slid your hand into his hair brushing through the pale blonde locks. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned into your touch making you clench your thighs as you felt yourself growing wet.

You’re unsure how you’d never really looked at him. His pale flawless skin shone under the candlelight that was illuminating his bedroom your heart felt like it was finally beating again, like finally coming home.

You grabbed his hand, sliding it under your green shirt dress, pressing it against your bare chest just over your heart making his eyes widen as he stared into your eyes as if you were both silently communicating. In that moment neither of you cared about anything else. Draco stood up abruptly, his hand sliding from your chest up your skin, cupping your jaw as he brought you in for a passionate kiss.

His lips felt like everything you had been missing, all those years loving Ron suddenly felt like child's play as he poured everything in the kiss. You gasped against his mouth allowing him to slide his tongue into your mouth, he wasn’t rushing anything as his tongue caressed yours. Your heart was soaring as you gripped his leather jacket slowly pushing it off his shoulders, his lips never leaving yours.

Once his jacket was laying on the floor, he began unbuttoning the green satin dress shirt from your body, his fingers brushing across your bare skin like he wanted to touch and memorise every part of your skin. It felt electric. His lips finally detached from yours as he looked into your eyes as if silently checking if you were sure.

“This is going to change everything.” He whispered as he stared into your eyes with a look you'd never seen on him before, one that you couldn’t quite place.

“I know.” You replied breathlessly as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back into another slow, seductive kiss.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He whispered against your lips as your dress fell to the floor. You quickly lifted the green t-shirt over his head throwing it somewhere in the room as he unbuttoned his jeans shedding them immediately.

He looked up at you stood there in a black lace panties and bra, your rings and necklaces still on. He leaned over and unclipped all three chains before placing them on the bedside table. He lifted your right hand pressing a kiss to each fingertip as he slid off all your rings placing them next to your necklaces. He was treating you like you were the most precious being in the entire world and it had you wetter than you’d ever been in your life.

He sat cross legged in the middle of the bed before tugging you into his lap. His hand cupped the back of your neck and brought you in for a soft kiss as his hand drifted down your spine until he reached your bra clip which he snapped open with one hand before his hand continued brushing down your spine at an agonisingly slow pace. You arched against his chest gasping at the sensual feeling as he slid the bra strap from your body and throwing away the black lace.

“Dray.” You moaned breathlessly as he began pressing kisses to every inch of your neck and shoulders, your legs tightening around his waist as you grind against his clothed member.

“I know, Love.” He whispered against your skin as he gripped your thighs and lifted you up from his lap and laid you on the bed gently.

His hands finally began sliding down your chest cupping your breast gently, leaving down to suck on the left nipple softly before moving to the right one and giving it the same treatment. He knelt up as his hands began trailing down your stomach towards your panties. Your body arched slightly in anticipation as he finally began pulling your panties down your thighs instantly seeing the dark patch thy had soaked into your panties but instead of bragging like you thought he would, he let out a little groan as he closed his eyes as if trying to calm himself down.

He quickly rid himself of his boxers before crawling back up, so he was staring into your eyes, your skin was flushed and slightly coated in a soft sheen of sweat as you cupped his face his frosty blue eyes boring into your Y/E/C ones. Sex was never like this for you before, then again, you'd only slept with Ron, but it felt like your heart was going to burst out your chest with how much you were feeling.

“You're a goddess, Love.” Draco whispered huskily against your lips before pressing his lips to yours. His words causing you to let out a soft moan of desire.

You ran your hand down his torso until you reached his hard member, wrapping your finger around his appendage tugging it gently making him groan against your lips as he clutched your hair tightly in between his fingers. He pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours before he began lowering himself down making your eyes widen realising what he was about to do. You let go of his member before grabbed his shoulder stopping him which seemed to have him frowning as if confused.

“Y-You don’t have to I’m already wet e-enough.” You stuttered shyly making his frown deepen.

“Are you saying he only did this to get you wet enough to fuck you?” Draco asked with annoyance in his tone.

“I-I...Is that not normal?” You whispered in embarrassment.

“Everyone's different I guess, but I wanna taste you baby, can I?” He whispered as a kissed a slow kiss on the inside of your thigh.

You flushed a little at his words but nodded your head, wanting to explore this with him. He grinned gently as he wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling your heat closer to his face. He licked from your hole to your clit before he began tracing a figure of 8 on your clit making you gasp in shock as you instantly gripped his hair.

He smirked against your heat as he continued the gentle movements of his tongue making you arch off the bed. It felt so good you couldn’t help thrusting against his face, something your ex had always told you off for however Draco groaned as he encouraged you to thrust against his tongue. You stared down catching his eyes as you grind against his flattened tongue feeling yourself getting close.

“I’m gonna cum i-if you keep going.” You moaned as you tried to pull him up but he refused to move.

“Then cum. Baby, the joy of being a woman is that you can cum...so many times.” He groaned as he began eating you out again practically burying his face in your heat.

“A-Ahh, Draco.” You cried out as you felt your orgasm explode inside your stomach making your eyes roll back as your thigh shook around his head as he slowed his tongues movements before finally backing away wiping his soaked face.

You gripped the back of his neck pulling him down for a heated kiss still shaking from your orgasm. He groaned into the kiss as his member brushed through your sensitive heat making you twitch a little. He bit your lower lip as he pushed his shaft into your wet heat, slowly allowing you to adjust to his size which was at least an inch or so bigger and wider than Ron.

“Mmm, you’re so big Dray.” You whimpered against his lips making him moan huskily into the kiss.

“Fuck.” He growled, burying his head in your neck as he began thrusting in and out of you slowly.

You bucked up to meet his thrust as you pulled his head up from your neck to rest your foreheads together as you stared into his eyes getting lost in the feeling of him. This didn’t feel like sex...this felt like making love. You cupped his cheek lovingly as he made love to you, gasps and moans filling the room as he began speeding up.

“Not gonna last long love.” Draco groaned as he began thrusting into you deeper, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Me too, Dray.” You moaned blissfully as you clung to him.

He brought his hand between your body's, circling your sopping wet clit as he continued to pick up his pace but never too much. You whimpered against his lips bringing him in for a filthy, slow kiss. Your tongue wrapping around his. Your orgasm was fast approaching as you pulled his hand away and began grind against him making your clit hit his pubic bone your hand interlocking his tightly.

“Ahhh, gon’ cum, Draco.” You screamed in pure ecstasy as you felt your wet heat clamp around him.

“Cum with me, Love.” He groaned as his pace picked up making you both fall over the edge at the same time, his cum covering your walls and you clenched around him letting out a loud breathless drawn-out moan.

He slowed down until he finally collapsed on top of you which you didn’t mind as you wrapped your arms around him pulling his head against your bare chest. Both of you panting as you enjoyed the aftermath in silence. He sighed happily against your breast before finally sitting up and looking down at you.

“I want to be more than friends.” He whispered fearfully as if after giving you the most intense, pleasure filled, sex of your life you’d say no.

“I’d really like that.” You giggled making his eyes widen before he broke out into a grin his eyes shining with pure excitement.

*******

You heard a pop in the living room making your eyes light up as you grinned from ear to ear. You put down the wooden spoon you were holding before wiping your hands on your cute little black frilly apron.

“You’re home ear-Oh Mr And Mrs Malfoy!” You smiled awkwardly as they took in your appearance grinning at one another.

“Aahhh the lack of letters makes sense now.” Narcissa snickered as Lucius rolled his lips to stop from smiling.

“I’m so sorry. I had no idea he hadn’t written to you.” You muttered shyly making her shake her head.

“I’m just making dinner now if you’d like to stay. I always make too much.” You chuckled as you led them toward the kitchen where you were still cooking.

Lucius reached for a piece of bread and without thinking you slapped his hand then everyone’s eyes widen. Why the hell did you do that! He looked to his wife who was trying to contain her laughter as she patted her husband’s cheek affectionately.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry! I’m used to Draco doing it.” You ducked your head awkwardly as you internally slapped your face over and over again.

“It’s quite alright, Dear.” Lucius chuckled just as you all heard another pop in the living room.

“Baby girl, Daddy’s home!” Draco yelled jokingly making your face turn bright red as Lucius burst out laughing making your eyes widen.

“Draco! For God sake your parents are here! Couldn’t you enter the house like you normally do and say ‘honey I’m home’. Why on earth did you decided today, of all days, you were gonna be a cringy bastard!” You shouted as he ran into the kitchen with a raised brow.

“Oops.” He snickered making you roll your eyes.

“Bloody idiot.” You grumbled as you walked over and gave him a soft peck making him grin happily as he pulled you into a hug.

“Missed you.” He whispered in your ear making you smile shyly.

“Missed you too.” You replied sweetly as you walked away to pour him a drink of fire whiskey.

“Would you like one, Mr Malfoy?” You asked softly making him smile.

“Call me Lucius, and yes thank you, Dear, that would be lovely.” Lucius chuckled as he nudged his wife.

You passed both Draco and Lucius and whiskey before pouring a glass of red wine for you and Narcissa who happily accepted. You stored the pot of creamy pasta sauce as you took a sip of your wine.

“So, should I expect wedding bells and grandkids soon?” Narcissa asked causing you to choke on your wine as Draco smacked his head off the table.

“Mum!” Draco shouted making his mother snicker.

“Maybe in the future. Not anytime soon.” Draco huffed as he patted your back.

You stared at Draco wide eyed making him flush a little as he avoided looking at you. You began smiling so wide it hurt your cheeks leaning over and kissing his pink coloured cheek. It felt good to finally having someone put you above everything. Someone who actually wanted to plan a future with you. And he was right under your nose this entire time.��

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shaggyxron · 1 year ago

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dawg u preaching

the incalculable desire to board a train and leave all behind

#SHAggy x RON

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ben-pincus · 1 year ago

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you already know 🫡 alright so. since it’s halloween szn how about some reagan x reader hcs where instead of ron it’s how reader n reagan would spend halloween night together

rubs hands together and giggles violently

-definetely asks to go as something very subtle but very obvious

"listen, YOU be scooby, I'LL be shaggy." she says with pure determination like if you two aren't scooby and shaggy the world will cease to exist

-you two go to a party but leave after an hour

-she gets on her hands and knees and begs you to watch the cornetto trilogy

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-"

-or else she gives you a small side eye when you're scrolling on netflix and pass the saw movies

"reagan, no. we watched saw like last week."

"...please?"

-she'll explain how to survive every single saw trap

its like having someone play guitar to you but about saw traps

-she'll definetely fall asleep

-but then she'll wake up right

"the dogs are coming out." and she'll rip off her socks and go back to sleep

-you have to carry her lazy ass to bed

#inside job #inside job netflix #reagan ridley #inside job brett #inside job gigi #inside job reagan #brett hand #andre lee #gigi thompson #reagan ridley x reader

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wisssp · 5 months ago

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Whistling in the Dark

this is a weasley twins x oc piece, if you don't like it-don't read it(:

female reader; first person pov; slow burn; smut; minors-DNI

wc: 1,535

Chapter 1

whistling in the dark- to make a show of bravery despite one's fears

I don't know much but I do know that the Hogwarts Express is the best place to take a nap. With my head on my sister's shoulder, my eyes roll back and a deep sigh escapes my lips. Peace at last.

That is, until the Weasleys find us.

"Rise 'n' shine, Lady Bird. Our endeavors have only just begun!" George bursts into our car with a grumpy-looking Fred in tow. They shimmy in and I let out a groan, making it clear that I didn't want to move.

"I'm with Lady Bird on this one - it's too early for all this rubbish." Fred huffs and falls into the seat next to me, his shaggy hair falling in his eyes. I scoot over and shoot him a glare while he beams right back, shooting me a wink. Had I mentioned both of the twins hit their growth spurt this past summer, making them that much more attractive? Anyways, a moment later Ron shows up all disheveled, scolding his rat.

"Ron, I swear you just need to lose the damn rat. It's gross." Paige pipes up and as per usual, has the group in stitches while Ron pouts in his seat. He acts as if he's offended but we all know he loves any attention she gives him, even if it's mainly negative.

Ron and Paige soon start arguing about which diseases rats carry, while Fred keeps complaining that George is kicking him. I patiently wait for the group to come to their senses considering it's 8 in the morning and some people are tired but yet again, I have to be the bad guy.

"Everyone has three seconds to shut the fuck up before I shove my wand so far up your asses you can taste the dragon heart string. Got it?" I looked around the train car as everyone froze. I sat back down and opened my book, unable to read due to the snickering redhead beside me.

"Frederick, what the fuck could possibly be so funny?" I whipped my head to the right and sneered at him. He pulled his lips into his mouth, stifling a laugh. I rolled my eyes and began to get back to my book until I felt an elbow in my ribs.

"Fred I swear to Merlin I will hurt you." I could feel his eyes on me as I attempted to read my book once more, but he had other plans. He snatched it from my hands and put it on top of the overhead luggage- Just where I couldn't reach.

He sat back down and triumphantly crossed his arms with- and I hate to say it- a gorgeous smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him while I stood up with my arms above my head, trying to get my book back. I glanced down to see his golden brown eyes focused in on me with this look.

In the midst of the fifteen seconds I had to decipher this look, the train jolted to a start, sending me right into Fred's lap. I could barely hear his deep chuckle over the rest of the train car hollering.

"If you want it, Lady bird, you just have to ask." His voice in my ear did things I didn't expect, making me immediately jump up and sit back down next to him. I'm certain my face is bright red at this point so I shove my headphones on and cross my arms, peering over at Fred who is smirking at a pissed off-looking George.

This is gonna be quite the trip.

Eventually, we get back to the castle and Paige is herding us like cattle over to see Hagrid, ensuring that none of our stuff goes unaccounted for in the process.

"Well hey there Weasleys 'N friends. How was the ride on the good ol' express, eh?" Hagrid throws a thumb over his shoulder and Harry starts rambling about the muggle trains. I've tuned out by now because Fred is over talking to a cute blonde that happens to be about 5 inches taller than me. Not wanting them to catch me staring, I avert my eyes and as I feel the pit growing in my stomach, I feel a breath on the back of my neck that encapsulates me in goosebumps.

"Jealousy doesn't look good on you, love. Don't pay him any mind. She obviously doesn't hold a candle if he's interested in us rather than her." George whispers in my ear, drawing my attention back to Fred, who is practically fuming. I'm frozen, unable to comprehend what all this animosity between the twins is about or why i'm involved.

"Don't panic." I hear right before I feel lips on the side of my neck. My eyes drift closed and my head falls back, a slight gasp escaping me. I'm then aware of the strong hands gripping my hips and his fingertips skating under the hem of my shirt. It all happens so fast but by the time I open my eyes, Fred is gone and George is standing in front of me. Did all of that really just happen or have I not woken up from my train nap yet?

"See ya in a bit, Lady Bird." With a wink, he too was gone. I scan the crowd for Paige and find her staring at me with her jaw hanging open. I frantically gesture in front of me, as if to say I know, what the fuck- but our telepathic conversation was cut short when I saw her body tense and her face go a bright shade of pink. Seconds later, Ron appeared from behind her in a laughing fit.

Hm, interesting.

Shortly after orientation, Paige and I make our way down the moving stairs and towards the Hufflepuff common room. This year, Paige was Head Girl and she couldn't be happier. To be completely honest, I, too, am thrilled that she got elected Head Girl because this means my curfew is now nonexistent along with a few other benefits, like the special bedroom.

While they were pinning the badge on her, I was hollering and clapping and I could tell from where I was sitting that she knew this only meant trouble. Life's too short, right? Pick the flower, kiss the boy, seize the gap.

As we come up on the barrels to the basement, Paige does the honors of showing the newbies how to get in. Once all the first day shenanigans have simmered down, her and I make our way over to what we call the suite of the common room- the Head Girl suite.

The view from the door consists of two queen beds pushed against the opposite wall with two nightstands separating them. Theres a hallway between the nightstands leading to the ensuite bathroom. On each side of the room there's a walk-in closet that definitely has room for my clothes and more. As i'm standing there in awe, Paige is squealing and jumping on the bed like we just got a call from the Magpies themselves, needing a keeper and beater.

"While you get that out of your system, I'm going to go for a walk and see if they've got anything left in the dining hall." I drop everything at the foot of the bed on the right and turn around on my heel.

"Hungry again already?" Paige raises an eyebrow at me, knowing I don't eat that much as is. I smile at her concern.

"Dessert goes to the heart not the stomach, babe." I throw her a wink and hustle out the door so I can catch the scraps before they're gone.

I reach the dining hall to find none other than Fuckface Weasley himself, shooting the shit with his Gryffindor buddies. I roll my eyes and steer myself in the opposite direction, hoping some blueberry tarts are left on the Hufflepuff table. To my complete surprise there are two left and I rush to grab both until a drastically bigger hand engulfs mine.

"Don't become a hog, now, Scamander. These happen to also be my favorite, or have you forgotten?" he grumbles the last part awfully close to my ear, a warmth spread through me and transported me back to this past summer. If only he knew I didn't forget, in fact I didn't stop thinking about it. Us making his mom's famous blueberry tarts, feeding them to each other, licking the blueberry compote off of his fingers.

I was snapped back to reality when I heard his buddies calling him from behind us.

"Oi Freddie, you just gonna humor her all day or are we putting this fire whiskey to good use?" Lee chuckles at what he thought was a dig at me, to which I respond with a fake barking laugh and a middle finger. I hear Fred exhale a laugh beside me and watch his hands flex as he wraps up his tart. Oh, Merlin.

"Maybe I can refresh your memory one day." He smirks at me and walks back over to his friends, leaving me a hot and confused mess.

Frederick Weasley is a dangerous one.

#weasleys #george weasley #weasley twins #fred weasley #george weasley x oc #fred weasley x oc #george weasley x oc x fred weasley #weasley twins x oc #witd

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joka13 · 1 year ago

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FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 10

WARNINGS: none

"When and where should we meet to work on your nougat?" you ask Fred and George after an excruciatingly long class of nothing but reading. You've pulled them off to the side in the middle of the hallway.

"Y'know, I haven't really given that much thought..." says Fred, clucking his tongue.

George casually leans against the wall on your right. "We normally work up in our dormitory," he says. "All of our equipment and materials are there. I just assumed you would sneak in late in the evening."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "'Just sneak in'?" you scoff.

"Like the slippery Slytherin that you are!" Fred says, grinning widely. "Perfect! You should have no problem with that."

"Oh, but I do," you say. "I don't think I'm comfortable with going into the Gryffindor boys' dorms."

George waves a hand of dismissal. "Aw, there's nothing to worry about."

"The two of us wouldn't try anything, of course," says Fred seriously. "And we wouldn't want to get on your bad side anyway. You're doing us a huge favor."

"And as for the others sharing our room, they wouldn't dare mess with you. You belong to us now," George reassures. You raise your eyebrows at this and Fred laughs.

George chuckles awkwardly as his ears turn red. "That came out wrong. You know what I mean."

"Just know that you can trust us, y/n," says Fred, and you believe him.

You agree to meet the twins in their dormitory at 9:30 that evening. You wait in the Slytherin common room, bouncing your leg anxiously. Everyone else has gone to bed, so you sit alone in the echoey dungeon. You jump at the smallest noises, already feeling guilty for breaking the rules before you've even done it. But, you are also excited. You've never done anything like what you have planned, having always been a goody-two-shoes throughout all of your school years. Before you know it, you glance up at the clock above the fireplace and it reads 9:20. Time to go.

You silently exit the dungeon and start for the Gryffindor common room. You tiptoe through the halls, once having to hide around a corner when Peeves the poltergeist comes floating about. You barely slip past a prefect who's marching up and down the moving staircases like a guard on watch, and then you've made it to the Gryffindor common room entrance. You approach the portrait of the sleeping fat lady and give her the password that the twins gave you.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," you say. The fat lady startles awake.

"What?" she asks in a daze.

"Mimbulus Mimbletonia," you repeat. You begin to worry that you got the password wrong as the fat lady stares down at you. Then you realize that she's looking at your robes, specifically your Slytherin neck tie. But she can't stop you because you said the password. The fat lady reluctantly opens her painting to the Gryffindor common room.

You've lived with the green and silver Slytherin common room for so long that all of the red and gold in this one feels excessive. You take your time in gazing around the room until you hear a low, gravely sound and you freeze.

Someone is fast asleep and snoring on one of the couches that faces away from you. A head full of shaggy red hair lays on the armrest. Thinking it's one of the twins, you go to wake him up. You lean over the back of the sofa, but stop yourself just before you touch his shoulder when you realize that he is not one of the twins but their brother, Ron. You quickly pull away, covering your mouth with one hand to prevent a giggle, then move to head upstairs to the boys dormitory.

Your heart beats fast as you open the creaky door to find Fred and George sitting crisscross around a cauldron on the floor in the center of the room. A strange, blue, syrup-like liquid bubbles inside the cauldron. The only source of light comes from a lantern hanging from a bed post and a chimney stove filled with red coals.

"Y/n!" the twins exclaim quietly so as not to disturb the other three boys sleeping soundly in their beds.

"Hello!" you whisper, grinning from ear to ear. The twins scoot over so you can sit down, the three of you making a triangle around the cauldron. You let out a long sigh. It feels good to finally be able to relax. The twins watch as you stretch your arms above your head.

"Everything go alright?" Fred asks.

"Well, I'm here, so... yeah," you reply, making it sound like it wasn't a big deal that you had managed to get all the way from the dungeons to the Gryffindor tower without getting caught.

George rubs his hands together excitedly. "Good, good, good. Now let's get started!"

You study with the twins for about two hours, flipping through dusty old records and potion books, taking notes, and trying not to fall asleep. It's around 11:45 when you really start to nod off, and the twins decide that you'd better get leaving.

"Thanks a million, y/n," George whispers as he and Fred follow you to the door.

"No problem," you yawn. "Just wish me luck in getting back to my own dorm. Now that I'm all tuckered out I might not be as 'slippery' as you say I am," you snicker, looking at Fred.

"Good luck," Fred chuckles. He opens the door for you.

"Same time tomorrow?" George asks.

You nod. "Sure, sure. As long as I'm not struggling to stay awake during the day."

"You get used to it," says Fred.

You hear a shuffling down at the bottom of the stairwell and Ron emerges from below, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He comes to a halt at the top of the stairs when he spots you.

"Oh... you again," Ron says, walking to the twins' doorway. You open your mouth to spout an explanation, but he holds a hand up to stop you. "I don't care. Just leave me out of whatever it is you're doing." He holds his open hand out toward Fred. "Give me back my wand," he grumbles.

Fred laughs. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that." He reaches into his robes and pulls out a battered wand. He places it in Ron's palm. Without speaking another word, Ron turns around to go to his own dorm room.

"He gets grumpy whenever he's tired," George says.

"And when we steal his things," says Fred.

"Ah... Well, I best be off. G'night," you say, stepping out of the room.

"Nighty night," the twins respond together. "Take care." They blow kisses and wave at you like your mother would if you were leaving the house.

"Will do, thanks," you laugh as they close the door behind you. You are so sleepy that it is, in fact, by sheer luck that you make it back to the Slytherin common room without getting caught.

#fred and george #fred and george weasley #fred weasley x reader #george weasly x reader #fred weasley fic #george weasley fic #fred weasley x y/n #george weasley x y/n #reader pov #pov #slytherin girl #harry potter fandom #harry potter #wizarding world #fred weasley #george weasley

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theodoresgirl · 1 year ago

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Welcome to my Master List Link 2 Pinned/Intro

What I Write - GirlxGuy sfw/NSFW

What I will try to Write for you - GuyxGuy sfw/NSFW GirlxGirl sfw

What i can't write - GirlxGirl NSFW

I tend to write from a female or gender neutral POV unless its stated otherwise. Below is a list and links to my already written story's, and below that is lists and or ideas of who I write for.

Flynn Rider / Eugene Fitzherbert

Secret Romance - Sleepy!Eugene x F!Reader Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Moon Light - Eugene x Fem!Reader Part 2 , Villagers AU / Secret Romance

Bucky Barnes

Love Triangle - You and Bucky have a 6 year old daughter, But your love didn’t really work out on both ends.

Killian Jones / Captain Hook

Tavern Waitress - Killian Jones x Fem!Tavern worker!Reader / Killian and his crew come into your fathers tavern.

Lady Edith - Killian Jones x Snows!Daughter!Reader + 3 year old daughter

Odd Cat - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian meets the Cheshire cat and he's completely in love with her strange personality and creepy appearance.

Just Shut Up - Killian Jones x Cheshire Cat!Reader / Killian and Cheshire meet again in story-broke after kitty falls into a body of water.

Theodore Nott

Burn - Theodore Nott x Female!Reader Hamiliton au 🙏🏻 / Reader finds out about Theodores affair he made public.

WIP’s

Tangled

Flynn Rider/Eugene Fitzherbert Rapunzel Mother Gothel

The Little Mermaid

Ariel Eric ( 1989 & Live Action ) Possibly Ariel's Sisters

Frozen

Anna Elsa Kristoff Hans

Beauty and The Beast

Belle Beast Gaston

Once Upon a Time

Killian Jones

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Golden Trio era

Draco Malfoy Ron Weasley Fred & George Weasley Hermione Granger

*FAN CASTS* Matheo Riddle Theodore Nott

The Marauders era

Regulus Black

Marvel

Bucky Barnes Steve Rogers Natasha Romanoff Peter Parker/Tom Tony Stark Loki Laufeyson Thor Odinson

Scooby Doo

Shaggy Rogers Fred Jones Velma Dinkley Daphne Blake

Twilight

Jacob Black

The Vampire Diaries

Damon Salvatore Bonnie Bennett Jeremy Gilbert

NCIS

Jethero Gibbs

Law & Order: SVU

Elliot Stabler Dominick Carisi Rafael Barba Nick Amaro Odafin Tutuola

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid Derek Morgan Aaron Hotchner

My Hero Academia

Dabi Katsuki Bakugou

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shaggyxron · 8 months ago

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DNI LIST:

not shaggy-like

unwilling to become shaggy-like

#tw shaggy #tw dni #dni list #dni #shaggyxron #scooby doo #ron weasley #harry potter #shaggy rogers #fanfic #scooby doo au #harry potter au #shaggy x ron

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roesworks · 2 years ago

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the music room

(not my gif)

gender neutral muggle-born gryffindor!reader x ron weasley. takes place during fourth year in a situation that doesn’t include yourself apart of the triwizard tournament.

summary : who would’ve thought asking someone to the yule ball would require a lot of mental capacity warnings : none that i can think of word count : 2.1k pretend that hogwarts has a music room and we’ll be fine ! so i thought of this fic in the shower and i thought it would be really cute, so enjoy

You were without a doubt a very popular figure at Hogwarts, but not for reasons a normal witch or wizard would assume. You were known for your music and the passion you had for it was greater than yours for witchcraft, and as silly as that may seem, it was just the truth. After wandering around during your first year, you stumbled upon a hidden room that you knew for a fact was not on a regular map at Hogwarts, and with a simple spell, you unlocked the door that would be the gateway into your future.

It was such a beautiful sight; a grand piano stood in the center of an array of instruments in the string family, and even a few harps, though, that piano was your element, and from nearly every day forward, you were found there practicing and sharpening up your skills. ‘Where’s Y/N?’ was a question that was hardly ever asked, simply because everyone knew where you would be. Even if that query was prominently spoken, eye rolls may ensue, but, an answer would still be given.

Why music? People would ask. Witches and wizards don’t study music; they have other things to worry about!

Well, not you. You were the opposite of what others thought was terminology.

You were born to muggle parents who also shared a love for music, and you were classically trained on the piano as a child. Your life was already going as smoothly as possible when about a six months before you were accepted into Hogwarts you found out that you possessed magical powers and you were brought into the living fable of witchcraft. You were nearly forced to leave your old life, your old friends, your old school, and even your own family to keep that secret from the rest of the muggle world. You left it without a trace.

Ron Weasley was, without a doubt, absolutely infatuated with you and your music. He thought you were unique... in the good way, of course. He couldn’t say a singular bad thing about you, and frankly, even to you. Normally, he was shy around others he wasn’t exactly familiar with, but as strange as that may seem, he knew you personally. In reality, he just could not find the words to say anything amazing about you to your face, and when he eventually did, he would get tongue tied and eventually embarrassed.

Today, though, today was going to be the day. He was going to talk to you, one on one, and would not stutter.

...easier said than done, of course.

But, the Yule Ball was coming up in a few short weeks, and nothing is more embarrassing than going to a fancy ball at Hogwarts stag. Hell, if Neville could snag his sister, surely he could do the same with you.

Ron planned out everything one night meticulously, writing down of responses to every outcome he could think of. Sitting in the common room in front of the burning fire, he rapidly wrote down his thoughts and wiped little beads of sweat in the process. Pressing his head back to massage his neck, he noticed Hermione Granger leaning against the stairwell, smiling at him from afar. After making eye contact, she strolled up to the stressed boy and sat beside him with a comforting smile.

“Now, what’s got you all riled up?” she asked, calmly placing her hands in her lap. Ron diverted his gaze from the paper and to his friend, brushing away his shaggy bangs so he could get a better look. “What’s on this paper?” she reached for it, but Ron quickly snatched it back, away from her outstretched arms.

“You know better than to grab my paper, ‘Mione,” he said quickly, “It’s just some homework.” Hermione eyed him with suspicion, but she didn’t buy it.

“Oh, Ron, you know better than to lie,” she spoke back, smirking as she began to grab the upper hand of the conversation. “You’d never stay up this late to finish a homework assignment, or even complete the assignment in general.” Ron sighed and shook his head.

“Well, maybe I want to... change my habits,” he said with finality, folding the piece of parchment and slipping them in to his bottom pocket. “I’m going to bed-” To prevent him from standing up, Hermione grabbed his arm and held him back. To his surprise, her grip was strong. “Let go of me, ‘Mione, this isn’t funny,” he spoke with slight aggression in his tone.

Hermione loosened her grip on her friend, and pulled him down next to her. “I know something’s troubling you, Ron.” Her voice was sweet and inviting. Ron hated it.

“Bloody hell, Hermione can’t you let me deal with my problems on my own!” His hands clasped over his mouth. Open mouth, insert foot.

“You’ve let the cat out of the bag now.” Ron sighed again, but heavier than before. “You can talk to me Ron. What’s going on?”

He hesitated for a moment and sighed once more. “Fine. Fine, fine, fine. You want to know why I’m so stressed? Here, I’ll show you instead.” He took the folded parchment out of his pocket and tossed it onto her lap. Reluctantly, she opened it and read it to herself.

“Oh, Ron... who is this for?”

He scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment and his ears turned almost redder than his hair. He spoke your name, and Hermione gasped.

“Oh, Ron! That’s so sweet!” she cooed, “But... why write it all down?”

“So that I remember what I want to say?”

“Don’t be so daft. You don’t need this silly sheet of paper, trust me. If you just speak from the heart then everything will be fine!”

“You obviously have never heard me talk to them before,” he muttered, taking the parchment out of her hand and folding it back into how it once was. “’Mione I can hardly get a word out without stuttering like a fool, how do you expect me to ‘speak from the heart?’“

“You really are down bad...” she mumbled in thought. After thinking for a moment more, her eyes lit up. “Well, what exactly are you planning on doing?”

“Well, I’d probably go to the music room. I reckon I’d find them there... I... guess I don’t know what else I’d do...” He quickly unfolded the paper and started to furiously write down ideas.

Hermione knew better. She took the quill out of his hands and hid it behind her. Ron reached for it, but to no avail “So... wing it!”

“Hermione, I can’t!”

“Oh, sure you can! Why don’t you just imagine talking to them like they’re myself... or Harry? You can talk to us easily; it’s practically the same thing. Plus, you know them, so why should it even be harder?” That was the same question he’d been asking himself for the past year and a half. Even after you cared for him and stayed by his side when he had broken his leg during third year, he still found it hard to talk to you, and for what?

Hermione placed a sympathetic hand on his leg. “You can do this Ron.” She stood up to walk back to her dorm and smiled. “Tell me everything that happens, alright?”

Ron sighed for the fourth time that night. Her quick sympathy and advice didn’t exactly help him out, but maybe if he slept on it, he would be better off.

That was picture perfect advice.

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Ron loved the weekends. Fortunately for him, it was Saturday, which meant that he had a whole day to himself - that meaning he had a whole day to ponder how he was going to break the news to you. Merlin, he was quite troubled. After hours of sitting on his bed and staring at the ceiling, he knew what he had to do; he had to talk to you before he lost his nerve.

You loved the weekends as well. Fortunately for you, you had the whole day to yourself - that meaning you had a whole day to practice your music without interruption. Today’s task was composing a piece from the melody that continued on in your brain for days. You were stationed on the piano bench, drawing measure lines with your quill on a piece of parchment. The lines weren’t perfectly straight, but they had to do, after all, you were in no way a professional.

You began to push through, tapping the keys so that they fit the melody in your brain. After about an hour or so, you heard a knock on the door, to which you shouted back and greeted them in. You looked back and smiled at the red-headed boy that was making an appearance in the music room. “Hello, Ron!” you greeted.

He scratched the back of his neck. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” he asked softly, and you shook your head.

“No, of course not!” You patted an open spot on the bench beside you, “Come join me; I live for audiences.” Ron slowly made his way to the bench and sat. He seemed a bit out of place, but he had to shake that feeling off. Brushing his bangs, he looked at you.

“What are you working on?” he managed to stammer, then eyeing the parchment with eighth and sixteenth notes plastered all over it. There was no way in hell Ron could read would you had written - it was as if it were a code - but it still intrigued him.

“I’m just composing. Thought of this little melody last night and it sounded swell in my head. Care to listen?”

“Of course.”

His words of approval sent you and your fingers began to glide over the keys with ease and experience. While the tune may have been simple in your eyes, Ron was still mesmerized. How you could think of a melody the night before and write it all down the day after was absolutely amazing to him.

When you finished playing what you have written, Ron clapped enthusiastically. “You know... I think it’s really bloody cool that you can play an instrument,” he complimented softly but with a smile, “and-and you really don’t care what other people think. I admire that, really.”

“Do you, then?” You were intrigued at his sudden and subtle flirting.

“Yes! Yes I really do!”

Your callused hands reached for his and placed them on the keys. “Here, let me teach you a little something.” You played a small melody, expecting him to copy your movements, which he did, but in a not-so-neat fashion. You chuckled. “Close.” You played the melody again, but slower. He repeated. “There you go, you got it!” You played another melody

This was his chance. Taking a deep breath, Ron began to speak. “So... are you planning on going to the Yule Ball?”

At that, your hands stopped. Your heart began to pang in your chest and your train of thought had completely crashed at that out of the blue question. Usually, you were very well put together around everyone, but the simple query seemed to almost push you over the edge... in the good way.

“We-well...” you cleared your throat and adjusted the collar of your shirt, “that depends.” You stared at him with your face reddened. “Why?”

“Um, are you going with anyone? ...by chance?”

You smiled. “Well, no. No I’m not. I haven’t been asked.”

Ron grinned as his confidence surged. It was as if a boost of electricity went through his entire body. “What are the chances you’d... that you’d want to go with me?”

“Aw Ron, I’d love that!” You said in finality. You grabbed his hand on the piano and gave it a squeeze.

“Good... frankly I’ve been planning on asking you for a little bit and that would be a bit embarrassing if you said no...”

“How long is a little bit?”

“Well, a while, actually.” He felt himself about to ramble, but he couldn’t stop. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out an’ everything but I couldn’t find the words to tell you, and I was a bit nervous, you know? Y/N I think you’re really amazing and I love everything about you.” There, he said it and he was proud of it, but his outward demeanor said otherwise.

“You don’t need to be nervous around me, Ron. I think of you just the same as you do me. I think you’re a beautiful boy with a big heart. Honestly, I wouldn’t want to go to the ball with someone other than you.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You brushed his bangs out of his eyes. “Yeah.”

Well, it was safe to say that Ron was kooky for the whole rest of the month leading up to the ball. He couldn’t believe he found the words to talk to you, even if it didn’t go exactly to plan. Hermione was right. All he really needed to do was wing it.

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i hope you enjoyed! i loved writing this so much. let me know if i should write a second part to this, like of the ball and such okok

#ron weasley #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley one shot #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley x yn #harry potter #ron weasley fluff

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