[ON HOLD]
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Diana Sanderson is at her fifth year at Hogwarts when she starts noticing a certain red haired boy from Gryffindor.
(This story does not follow the plotline of the Harry Potter books)
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"Diana. Wake up." Diana felt a small poke in the side of her body as she slept, the feeling stirring her from sleep as she let a small groan escape her lips.
"Go away." She turned her body to the other side, hugging her stuffed dragon tightly as she buried her face in the pillow.
"Dee, wake up." The same feeling of someone poking her on the side made her roll over as she now laid on her back, her eyes slowly opening as she stared at the boy in front of her.
Bringing the covers up to her face, she turned around again on the bed, closing her eyes tightly with the dragon still in her arms.
"It's too early for this. I'm going back to sleep, you can too if you want."
"Diana-"
"Get on the bed or get out. I'm too tired for this shit. Give me a few minutes." Diana could hear him walking to the other side of the bed, sitting down on it as his back was pressed on the headboard of the bed.
Diana opened her eyes only enough to look at him, shaking her head slightly as she raised the covers a bit.
"Just lay down, Ron." He hesitated for a few seconds before he slowly laid down next to her under the covers. She came closer to him, putting his arm over her as she buried her face into his chest, hugging his middle.
She felt his breathing become heavier but because she was still half asleep, she didn't seem to notice at the time as he started to draw small circles on her back with his fingers.
"Why are you here so early?" Ron chuckled a bit, shaking his head as he looked down at her.
"It's not that early, Dee. It's like, nine thirty."
"It's early to me, arsehole." He chuckled once again, making a small smile appear on Diana's lips. "How did you find my room?"
"Your grandma told me. She gave me some biscuits as well, they were very good. Oh, and I think she might have threatened me as well." Diana lifted her head up to look at him properly, eyebrows raised in questioning.
"What did she say?"
"Well she said if I ever hurt you, she would find me and make me regret it. Then she laughed and told me it was a joke but it seemed quite serious though. Should I be scared?" Diana chuckled, rolling her eyes as she lowered her head again to his chest.
"No, I don't think so. Maybe only if you hurt me apparently."
"I won't. She showed me a few pictures of you as a baby. You were adorable." Groaning, she hid her face under the covers, making Ron laugh and try to take the blanket out of her face. “It’s okay, Dee. I’m sure mum will have some of me as a kid, that way we’ll both have seen embarrassing pictures of us as kids.”
