Deal-Breaker [Ron Weasley]

11. True Feelings

Ron quickly found a new shirt in his closet and as soon as he threw it on, we heard muffled voices coming from the hall.

"Ron in there?" came George's voice.

"Yeah, but he's with y/n. Pretty sure I just walked in on something, which means you owe me five galleons," Fred's voice shot back.

Ron's eyes widened at the overheard conversation and he immediately swung open the door. "Fred, you know that isn't true!" he spat, ripping the five galleons out of his hand and throwing them back at George.

"Woah, sorry mate," Fred shrugged. He and George exchanged looks before bursting out laughing at Ron's rage.

Ron narrowed his eyes at his brothers so that they got the hint and headed down stairs.

"Hurry up, mum's not letting us eat without you!" George called up over his shoulder.

Ron turned back to me, his face red with both embarrassment and anger. "Sorry about that," he mumbled.

"It was just a misunderstanding," I replied, nodding toward the staircase. "Let's go eat."

"You know I can't argue with that," he said with a grin, and the two of us made our way downstairs.

"There you are!" Molly exclaimed. Everyone was squeezed around the table, glaring at us as we tried to fit ourselves in on one of the benches. "Okay everyone, dig in!"

Celeste was sitting across from me and Ron, her eyes narrowed and her lips pursed. "What were you even doing up there?" she spat condescendingly, refusing to touch her plate.

Ron had already stuffed a forkful of food in his mouth, so he held his finger up while he chewed, delaying his response.

"Definitely not shagging, that's for sure," Fred coughed under his breath, and George elbowed him with a knowing smirk on his face.

The table went silent, meaning Fred's attempt to speak quietly had evidently failed.

Hermione's fork clattered to her plate as she dropped it in shock. "What did you just say?" she asked, her jaw gaping open.

Everyone's heads immediately turned toward the two of us, and I felt my face heating up once more.

"I said they were definitely not shagging," Fred said, trying to recover. "Key word; not."

I was trying to avoid looking at everyone's current expressions, but I caught a glimpse of Celeste staring daggers right at me for the second time this morning.

"Fred Weasley!" Molly exclaimed. "Do not use such foul language while we are trying to have a nice, family meal."

Fred and George both stifled a laugh and the table went silent again, everyone picking at their breakfast awkwardly.

Ron was now shifting in his seat uncomfortably as he continued to eat, but much slower than before. And he didn't dare look at me.

We finished breakfast in silence, everyone unsure of what to say after Fred's comment. We all cleared our plates and headed up to our rooms to get changed and ready for the day.