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Stories with you and your favourite Harry Potter characters cause we all know we have one or more Harry Potter characters we're hopelessly in love with. I wrote the first few ones when I was bored AKA when I was...
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My first Ron one ever pls I never thought of him as a romantic interest personally so I never really thought I'd write for him by my own accord. Welp anyways, this was a request by @-haroldpotterson- I hope I got his personality right, tell me if y'all have any advice or any comments at all, feel free to let me know! Oh, and the reader is Tonks' sister and is Metamorphmagus as well.
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You only had one word to describe how you felt about Ronald Billius Weasley.
Ugh.
It was oh so annoying that with the least possible words, he knew exactly what buttons to push, exactly what to say to piss you off until you burst out of your usual, cool demeanour.
And you did the same to him, pushing all his buttons with all those words you said, every teasing, innocent smile you sent him just to spite him.
It was safe to say that every time you two interacted, you needed at least four safety officers to make sure you don't burn the Hogwarts grounds down. Except, instead of four safety officers, you had a Hermione.
Your best friend, Hermione. She was both your best friend and his, causing you and Ron to have to cross paths more often than you would like.
Like right now. You and Hermione had planned on meeting up in the common room to talk and work on your Arithmancy essays but a certain infuriating red-head had walked in mid-way, telling you that he and Hermione had planned to work together on their potions work.
Both of you turned to glance at Hermione with glares as she looked away with a guilty smile," You guys, everything would be so much better for me if you just got along. My best friend and my other best friend!"
Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms, letting out a puff of air through your nose. "' Mione, that's not going to happen, so would you please tell this imbecile to leave so you can spend time with me, your best friend?"
"We became friends first, you know? I'm her best friend," Ron interjected, huffing.
"Oh yeah? Well did she tell you about her crush on Ave-"
"Y/N, THAT IS CONFIDENTIAL!" Hermione yelled, panicking.
You gave Ron a sickly sweet smile clearly spelling out, I told you so! and he fought the urge to reach for his wand to cast a body-binding hex on you.
"Look, could the two of you not try to kill each other right now? I have two essays due tomorrow and I would like some peace, please," Hermione said, rubbing her hand over her face, tiredly.
"Fine," you grumbled, sitting down next to her and pulling your parchment towards your lap.
Ron did the same, not wanting to look immature while you looked like the mature, compromising one in this situation, although he wanted to yell more, tell you all the things he thought about you.
