Sunflower

10- The Sweater

Your POV:

You woke up to a flash of light and some giggling. You slowly opened your eyes and realized that you had fallen asleep outside while you and Ron were stargazing. Only to notice that you were cuddled up against him. You did not want to move. You felt so comfortable. But you looked up to see what had woken you. You saw Fred and George running towards The Burrow in the distance.

Of course it was them. What did they do now? You thought before nuzzling your head back into Ron's shoulder. You didn't really care what they had done, because you and Ron had fallen asleep together yet again.

It was now morning, the sun casted high in the sky. His arm was wrapped protectively around your waist. You could smell his cozy, fulfilling scent of cinnamon and fireplace. You just wanted to lay like that forever.

Ron started to stir in his sleep. He turned his head towards yours with his eyes still closed. Your noses were now inches apart.

He was perfect. Just one look at him and you fell completely in love. The way his shaggy red hair fell across his forehead. The way his blonde eyelashes fluttered, as he drifting out of sleep. The way the sunlight hit his freckled skin, he was glowing.

This man was effortlessly gorgeous.

His eyes slowly began to open. He looked down at you and then closed his eyes again, the biggest smile taking over his face. He immediately pulled you into him, somehow closer than before, which you didn't think was possible.

You were laying with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. What more could you ask for?

"We fell asleep," he said in a deep and raspy morning voice, his eyes still closed.

"Yeah, I guess we did," you replied with a laugh.

"You know, last night was really fun though, thank you for saving my night." He said, looking down at you with a genuine smile on his face.

"Ron I'm always here if you need someone to talk to," you said, remembering that something had been bothering him the night before when you found him in the kitchen. "I don't care if it's the middle of the night, you can wake me up. Because I will always be here to listen to whatever you have to say," you told him.

You meant every word of it.

"Thank you love, and same to you of course." He replied, with a grateful look on his face.

And with that, you slid both of your arms up behind his neck and pulled him into a tight hug. He let out a little giggle and buried his face in your hair. You felt so safe and comfortable in his arms.

After a few moments of laying comfortably like this, you sat up off of him. Pulling away from his warmth made you realize how breezy it actually was. The snow had melted a few days before but the air was still quite crisp.

Shivers covered your body. You crossed your arms in an effort to warm yourself up. Your thin long sleeve just wasn't doing the job. But Ron noticed rather quickly that you were cold.

"Hey you look freezing y/n," He said as he sat up and began removing his sweater.

It was a burgundy wool sweater with a tan "R" in the middle. Molly had knit for him as a Christmas present a while back. As he lifted it up over his head, the shirt that he was wearing underneath lifted up as well, revealing his lower abs and a clear view of his v- line. You subconsciously began studying every inch of his beautifully built lower torso. But Ron was able to pull the thick sweater off of his body quick enough to catch you staring. You quickly looked up at his eyes, hoping he hadn't seen, but he clearly had.