Broken {Ron Weasley}

5. Overheard

"Wow, how kind of you to say," I teased, slowly retracing my steps back into his room.

"Yeah, yeah, don't flatter yourself," he shot, smiling softly. "Only because I don't want to be assigned another task to complete together."

"Fair enough," I shrugged, unsure of whether or not I should sit next to him on the bed.

"You can sit," he laughed, observing my awkward stance.

I smiled at him briefly before sitting down on the edge, fiddling with my hands in my lap.

"So, Lavender likes me, huh?" he asked, changing the topic while practically brimming with arrogance.

"Don't let it get to your head," I sighed. "But, yeah, she does. And I really think you should give her a shot."

"And why is that?" he asked, dropping his head to the side while still smiling at me.

"I dunno," I shrugged. "You seem like you could work. I just have this feeling. Also, I feel obligated that you give her a chance since she's my best friend and she would be so happy—"

I paused for a moment to wait for Ron's response. Instead of reacting at all, his eyes were closed, and he was snoring softly as he breathed in and out.

"You did not just fall asleep while we were talking," I laughed to myself, watching his chest slowly rise and fall.

But he did, leaving me to talk to myself alone in his room.

"Ron?" I asked to make sure he was actually asleep and not pretending in order to get out of conversing with me.

His eyes had lightly shut and his arm lay motionless above his head as his breaths continued evenly. His hair was already a bit messy as well.

I couldn't help but notice how right Lavender was earlier in the school year; he is hot. Especially when he's sleeping peacefully instead of insulting me.

I decided against creepily staring at him while he slept and tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door ever so I didn't wake him.

I peered over the bannister and into the kitchen to see our moms. The two of them sat across from one another, both with a mug of tea in hand.

"It's just so funny to me," Molly began, chuckling softly and taking a sip from her cup before continuing. "It's like there's this constant war between them."

"I know," my mom agreed, nodding her head. "What a shame we won't get that silly wedding fantasy we always talked about."

"Right!" Molly cried. "Well, we've about tried everything to get them to be friends again, and nothing seems to be working."

"They did work pretty well together earlier," my mom countered. "More than we'd expected."

"True," Molly sighed. "I'm not saying they need to get married, but them being able to tolerate one another would be nice."

"Agreed."

"Actually, just now I overheard their voices coming from Ron's room..." Molly trailed off, turning her head to look up at staircase. "I guess they were hanging out all on their own?"

"Oh, I hope so!" my mom squealed. "You know, when I talked to y/n about Ron, I got the feeling she could fancy him..."

Thanks, Mom.

I took another step down the stairs to better hear their conversation when the wood beneath my feet creaked loudly.

"Hello?" Molly called, leaning over a bit and catching a glimpse of me.