Hidden Feelings | Ronald Weasley x Reader

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝑒 || 𝒜𝓃 𝒰𝓃𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓊𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇

When the train stopped, it was full of excited students quickly making their way out of the crowded train, to the Hogsmeade platform station.

Opened sweets were scattered along the blue colored seats, and the lamp above them grew lighter, as the night sky fell.

The moon and stars were already visible meaning all of the students were eager to be on their way to the warming castle.

The Hogwarts Express was filled with worries, excitement, cheers, and many other emotions sounded from the students as this upcoming year was about to begin.

Cinnamon was in my arms, her soft fur brushing against my sweater, held with about three textbooks, with many different quills and papers above, that were about to tip over at any moment.

Harry and Ron were searching their compartment for any last belongings from the Honeydukes Express cart.

Hermione and I exchanged annoyed looks at this, then we all gathered our things and made our way down the busy train corridor, which led us down steps to the platform.

As I stepped down the train corridor, I peered out the many windows which showed the busy station behind the glass.

Grins were across all the students' faces, some appeared confused, or worried; this year at Hogwarts would be different from any other year we've had knowing who's returned.

The lanterns glowed, leaving a golden tint around the Hogsmeade Station, where the numerous students paced.

It was quite dark out, and all of the students looked prepared to go onto the carriages off to Hogwarts to change into their uniforms and make their way down to the Great Hall for a warm feast.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and I glanced around the station, looking at the anxious first years as they carried their heavy trunks around.

Neville caught up with us all, and we made our way down to the carriages, trudging down the stone pathway, and I immediately knew who was calling Harry's name from behind us, Draco.

I had already known he would be the first to confront Harry about the rubbish the Ministry has been writing about him, and by the look on everyone else's faces, they knew as well.

"Potter!", his arrogant voice called. His Slytherin friends stood behind him, smirking viciously.

He walked past us in his black suit, smiling more than ever. "The Ministry has finally been addressing the truth of Potter, soon enough there will be a cell in Azkaban with your name on it", he said sharply looking at a furious Harry, while smirking along with the Slytherins walking alongside him.

Harry plunged forward, but Ron held him back in an instant telling him it's not the right way to go. The glare in Harry's eye told me that Draco was going to be an issue with him this year, not that he isn't any other.

When Draco made his way on adjusting his sleek, almost white hair, Harry looked fumed and doubtful that this year could get any better, knowing that lots of other students agree with him.

"Harry don't bother with him, let's just find our carriage", Hermione said, and we continued our way down to the multiple carriages aligned together, some were full, and some were still empty.

Ron casted a worried look at Harry, and his eyes met mine, which made me feel better. His hands gripped his leather bag and he ran a hand through his hair, the moonlight casted upon his freckles.

He tilted his head sideways, and pointed to a carriage beside the six of us, or seven now that we saw it was already occupied by one student, but we had to be at Hogwarts soon, and had no more time left.