- honey! (ron weasley x reader)

- one!

lowercase intended, prisoner of azkaban era

     "GRETA!" i yelled from across our shared dormitory, "can you at least TRY to flush?".
     "well then where would the fun be?" greta smiled as her rays of light glows through her skin. she is grace and she is beauty; how did she ever end up being best friends with a ratchet bitch like me?
     "come on, loser. we're late to the sorting hat ceremony." i pull her out of her bed and started brushing her hair. she is one of the only people i just cannot be mean to, she is so genuinely sweet it makes me sick to my stomach. how did she ever get sorted to slytherin? i always thought it would be hufflepuff.
     "i was just starting to get comfy!" she groaned while slowly putting her robe on and pinning her hair back, "do we have to go y/n?"
     "yes???" i said, dumbfounded.

     we slowly make our way down to the dining hall, where the ceremony will take place.
     "greta, check the first years shivering and sweating" i whisper
     "oh my god, they're terrified."
      we walk past a table filled with our enemies, harry hermione and ron. the golden, perfect students. the ones who always win and save the day. they think they're so clever, but what is the basis of the slytherin house? cleverness and strategy.
     "oh hey, y/n. how was your summer break?" ron inquires as we pass, kindly.
     "suck my dick, weasley." i say, closing up the wall between us as he puts his hands up in surrender and turns to his petty little friends.
     to tell the truth, i've been here all summer. dumbledore lets me stay while he studies and i basically get the whole castle to myself. potter might think he's old dumble's favorite; but i'd have to disagree. we go way back, generations of both my parents have gone to hogwarts; as harry's dad's line is the only long running hogwarts lineage.
     greta and i finally settle at a table with draco, pansy, and blaise. crabbe and goyle were here, but they moved for us. they're quite annoying.
     "pansy! how have you been?" greta asks in her high pitched and lovely tone.
     "okay." she replies. she's never had a big way with words.
     "what did weasley want, y/n?" draco turns to me, asking in a serious voice.
     "trying to make small talk."
     "looks like red over there has a crush." blaise jokes, laughing at his own self.
     "haha.. so funny.." i say faking every emotion, "i would never see myself with that joke of a wizard."
     "good." breathed draco, glaring at ron from across the hall.