Chapter 8- The Burrow p1

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Short a/n- i'm sorry but this has to be my fave pic of ron, he looks so cute i literally cant 😩

As we boarded the express back to town, my mind raced with the events of the previous night.
Anything it takes. He promised. But what if it doesn't work? what if I can't help him get his memory back? And worse.. what if we never get back what we had?

"Y/n!! Move!" Ginny shouted, shoving me forward. I toppled into the cart and sat down as she pushed past me laughing. Hermione and Harry sat down in the cart across from me, and Ron slid in next to me. He gave me a soft smile, then started talking to Harry.

As I looked around the cart, I realized this was exactly how we were sitting the last time we were on the train. And how we had been sitting since the day we all met in this very cart. I closed my eyes, blinking back tears from the emotional memories that had just hit me.

"You alright?" Ron whispered, leaning close to my ear.
"Yeah I'm fine thanks."
He nodded and I directed my vision to outside the window.

As the ride continued, I started to feel sleepy. My eyes blinked long and slow, and my breath slowed as I shut my eyes.
After a few moments, a hand guided my head to a shoulder.
"Get some rest, okay?" Ron whispered as I relaxed into his shoulder. I nodded slightly, before drifting into sleep.

RONS POV
Everything feels different. I don't quite know if it's a good different or a bad different, but it's almost as if everything changed. I suppose every did change, but I still can't wrap my head around it.

Y/n had come running in, and showed me this picture of us. We had been snuggled up all cute on a blanket, my arms wrapped around her as she slept in my chest. I couldn't remember that day, but I then had realized what everyone had been talking about.

I broke up with Lavender as soon as I knew what she did. It wasn't easy, she felt like the love of my life. But it was all a lie. She made me feel so stupid. How could I have beloved her over all my friends? I almost lost Harry and Hermione over this, and she continued to lie to me.

It wasn't fair. Looking at that picture, although I didn't remember, I could still see the love. I might be a little slow sometimes and it might take me a minute longer to come to my senses, but I know love when I see it.

That was love.

I'm shook from my thoughts as I glanced over to the window, seeing Y/n falling asleep on the window. I scooted closer to her, moving her head onto my arm.
"Get some rest, okay?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded, falling asleep almost immediately after.

As she slept, she moved her head from my shoulder and into my lap.

I looked down at her, noticing her beauty. Her soft h/c hair was draped carelessly across my legs, the way her lips parted ever so slightly when she exhaled. The way her eyelashes curled so nicely back to her face. Her skin looked smooth. I brought my hand up, running the back of my fingers over her cheek. I brushed the hair back from her forehead and pushed it behind her ear. I found myself smiling slightly, just looking at how peaceful she looked. As I ran my fingers through her wispy hair, admiring her every feature, Harry cleared his throat.

"You alright mate? You look a little.. Erm.." He started.
"Flustered" Hermione finished.
"Yeah you look flustered." Harry said again.
I felt my face glow bright red.
"Yeah.. yeah I'm fine. I just..." I'm cut off by a waft of smell that's pulled by my nose.
I look down, seeing Y/n shift in her sleep. I breathe in the smell, noting what it smells like.

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