Harry Potter Characters x Reader oneshots

Ron Weasley- requested

Third person pov

Sitting alone inside the tent, the images of the yule ball flashed in Ron's mind. How Y/N had looked so gorgeous in her dress, it perfectly framing her figure, and how she floated like an angel when she danced. He even remembered her date, the Bulgarian boy who had asked her before Ron had plucked up the courage.

He had hated that evening,  sitting watching her have the time of her life and loathing himself for not being the one making it happen. Suffice to say it was not a good evening for Ron.

But now they've been on the road for months, no horcruxes, no family, no results at all. Ron was getting sick, Harry and Y/N hadn't returned in a while and even though he couldn't walk he was longing to go and see what was keeping them.

Maybe they're talking about you. How weak you are. How stupid you are. How much of a hindrance you are. Let's face it, no one's going to pick you when the boy who lived is right there. This little voice growled from somewhere in the back of Ron's mind, it was hard to ignore and it fed on his insecurities.  It was right, Ron thought, no one would pick me, especially someone as beautiful as Y/N.

Time passed, he didn't know how much, and Harry eventually walked in, Y/N following behind.  She giggled and Ron smiled, it quickly being replaced by a scowl when he realised it was Harry making her do that. "Ron! How are you? Do you need anything? Your bandage okay? Are you comfortable?" Y/N immediately began fretting and Harry laughed from behind her. She turned and glared at him, blushing when he raised his eyebrow. The reason they had been so long getting firewood is because Harry had forced her secret out of her,  she was glad Hermione hadn't told, and was now teasing her over the big fat crush she had on Ron.

"You two seem cozy. Forget I was here did you?"
Y/N looked perplexed at Ron, wondering where this came from. "Of course we didn't Ron, we were collecting firewood so I could make make dinner. That's all, you couldn't come because of your leg, you need to rest so you get better."
"Oh? You sure that you want me to get better?" Ron tried to stand, feeling dizzy from lack of food. " wouldn't you rather I never got better so I don't interrupt your little moments?"
Harry stood there, shocked that Ron thought that, and Y/N already already tears brimming in her eyes. "You don't really think that do you? That we wish you wouldn't get better? How could you say such a thing!"
"Well it's evident that I'm not wanted!"
Harry stepped forward, stopping Y/N screaming at Ron for his stupidity. "How is it evident, Ron?"
"You're always going going and leaving me! I'm always alone!"
Harry cut in here, saying it was because of his damaged leg and they needed to collect things to treat it. "It's not about my leg! You're acting like the self obsessed 'chosen one' that you've always been!" He rounded on Y/N, "and you're still the same brainless flirt you were just fourth year." Y/N's face fell, her voice cracking when she spoke. "You think I'm a slut? Honestly? Why am I still here then? When I'm obviously just a fickle flirter who doesn't care about anyone else? WHY AM I SITTING IN A COLD TENT SEARCHING FOR A WAY TO SAVE HARRY IF I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU?"
"FOR HARRY! IT'S ALL BEEN FOR HARRY!YOU'RE ONLY HERE FOR HIM!"
"Ron, you're an idiot, but I know where I'm not wanted, so I'll go, I hope you guys succeed." Y/N had picked up her little bag and stormed out of the tent, tears tracking down her cheeks.

They heard the unmistakable pop of someone apparating and Ron sank onto onto bottom bunk and looked at the floor.

An angry Hermione flounced in, her hair whipping around her face. "Tell me why I just ran into Y/N crying? And WHY was she apparating away? WHAT DID YOU DO RON?"
"OH YEAH! BLAME IT ON ME COS HARRY CAN DO NO WRONG!"
"No, that's not what I'm saying! I know it's you because she was happy with Harry!"
"Everyone's happy with Harry! Everyone wants him! No one wants to be with me!"
"Y/N  was right, you are an idiot Ron, and look what you've done!" Harry moved from the background, putting his hand on Ron's shoulder, "But we don't blame you, this isn't you. Take it off."
"Take what off?"
"The locket, this isn't you and we know it, so give me the locket, you've been wearing it since yesterday." Ron moved to take it off, instantly feeling lighter and himself again.