Platform 9 3/4

~2~

Y/n pov:
I woke up in my dorm to Hermione standing over me.

"Bloody hell 'mione."

"Sorry y/n, but this is important."

"What? What's important?" I respond with a puzzled look.

"It's just that..." she says while pacing around fidgeting her fingers.

"We'll spit it out then!" I say with a nervous look as I sat up in my bed.

"Well.. I think Ron's gonna ask me to the Yule ball!" She says with a nervous/excited look.

"What- I mean that's great 'mione!" I say with the fakest smile I've ever made.

On the inside I was boiling. I thought he was gonna ask me! We've been talking about it for weeks, about how we could go as friends. Or as I wish, as a actual date.

I quickly get dressed and make my way to the great hall.

"Hey Harry."

"Morning love." "Where's Ron?" He asks immediately after.

"I dunno, but I'd rather be happy if he didn't show up." I say picking at my food with a my fork.

Before Harry could say anything I did,

"I think he's gonna ask Hermione to the Yule ball." I spit out trying not to cry. As I cry over the simplest things.

"Me and Ron were talking about how he was gonna ask lavender, or you."

"He didn't want to ask you, and you and you not like him." He says while scoffing.

"I do like him tho."

"Well that's for you tell hi-" he was cut off by looking to his right.

"Harry..?"

I look over to see what was happening.

Right there in front of my eyes was Ron snogging. some b!tch.

Not Hermione, because Hermione is my bestie.

"Is that Hermione?"

"No, I don't know who it is Harry."

"Oh here they come." I say while switching my attention to my plate and rubbing the back of my neck.

"Hey Ron." I say pretty coldly.

"Morning to you too I guess." He retorts very cheerfully.

"Is everything okay?"

"No actually,"

"Well, what's wrong love?" He asks with a concerned look on his face.

Whenever he called me love or darling, my body melted and butterflies erupted in my stomach.

"So, Ron," I say breaking the awkward silence.

"Do you have a date to the Yule ball?"

"No, I was thinking about us going as friends or-."

"Maybe you should take the girl you were just snogging." I say soft and cold under my breath. But Harry and Ron still managed to hear.

"Oh, you saw that..?" He asks while rubbing the back of his neck and changing the subject to me very quickly.

"Well.. do you have a date y/n?"

"Yeah actually I do." I say very proudly.

"Oh yeah, who?" Harry asks with a smirk as he was wondering who I was going to say.

"Y/n, I swear if your going with Fred or George-" he says sounding mad and frustrated.

"No don't worry, although they would have been a good choice.." I say with hesitation to continue.

"Well... I'm going with... Draco." I forced myself trying come up with anyone  but Draco.

Damn, why did I say Draco?? I literally hate his guts. I hate myself for thinking about that stupid name.

And with that Ron had a angry expression on his face that made him look hot.

"Alright then, I'll see you too later." I Say casually walking away.

I begin walking away as I feel a hand grab my wrist.

I gasp before Turing around seeing Ron.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." "I'm going with Malloy."

"Alright but just know,"

"I could be a better boyfriend than him."

"I could do the shit he never did." He said with much confidence.

Where was he getting this from? But I'm not complaining..!

"Ron.." I say breath taken away by his words.

"Can we talk about this later?" I ask with pity. I didn't want others to hear.

"Meet me at the common room."

He said before he kissed my cheek before walking away.

Buterflies flooded my stomach as I saw Hermione standing in the giant door frame looking like someone just crushed her world. And I think it was me...

A/N: I'm sorry it was short I've been really tight with school and practice so writing isn't a priority rn but I'm trying to write whenever I get the chance! ❤️✨