Different Imagines (Book 1)

Late night hunger (Ron Weasley)

"Y/N?" Ron called in the middle of the night, "are you awake?" You turned over to see Ron sharing at you with sad eyes. His hands were in front of him, already picking at his nails. 

"What's wrong Ronnie," you moved your blanket to get more comfortable.

 "I'm hungry," he gave you a small smile like that would make you instantly get up to make him something.

"Then go get some pop tarts or go fish, something. I'm sleeping."

"Please, Y/N? I really want you to make it. You're good at cooking, come on." His pout got bigger as he stepped closer to your side of the bed. You looked at Ron with an "are you kidding me right now" look. "I'll rub your back afterwards," he offered. You sighed, he knew what you wanted.

"Fair trade," you threw your blanket off yourself before sliding off your bed. Ron's frown turned into a proud smile as he followed behind you.

"Thanks. You're the best, baby!"

"Yeah, don't forget it," you mumbled back, trying to rub the sleepiness from your eyes. Ron was too excited. He truly did like your food. No matter what it was. If you made it, he ate it.

Once you two entered the huge kitchen that was now empty of any staff, Ron jumped up to sit on one of the counter tops. You walked over to the fridge to see what was inside.

"Okay, weasel, want do you want to eat?"

"Pancakes! They're sweet to eat and easy to make. Perfect for a late night snack, yeah?" You just smile, shaking your head as you look for the ingredients. Simple snack. Warm, fluffy, sweet.

As you mixed and cooked the pancakes, Ron sat quietly on the counter admiring you. He felt so lucky he had gotten to you before Fred or George. You were gorgeous to him, perfect for him. You knew how to cook just about anything. You knew what foods he hated and cooked them so he'd enjoy them. You remembered his whole schedule. Helped his mom when you visited. Helped Ginny with studies. Sometimes he'd wondered why he didn't ask you out early.

A little bit later you two heard foot steps. It was common for students to get hungry in the night, that's why the kitchen was open at nights. The twin Wealseys walked in with grins on their faces. When we're they grinning?

"Well hello there, love," George stopped beside Ron that still sat on the counter.

"Hello, darling," Fred stands beside his brothers. You give them a small wave before turning back to the pancakes. "Pancakes? At three in the morning?" He laughed, reaching over to mess up Ron's hair. Fred took his older brother job very seriously. Teasing and embarrassing his little brother.

"I could ask you two the same thing," you chuckle, sliding the last pancake onto a plate.

"Oh well, you know us. Just getting a big prank ready for tomorrow," George smacks Fred's hand out of Ron's hair.

"Have fun with that. Me and Ron are going back to bed after he finishes his pancakes. I left two for y'all," you picked up the plate of pancakes for Ron leaving two other plates with pancakes for the twins.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you," Fred cooed as he grabbed one of pancakes. "Aren't you a little lucky mice," he winks to Ron. You hand Ron his plate and he immediately started munching down on the sweetness.

"well we better get going, good night, love" George took your hand and kissed your knuckles like he always done. Fred was already half way out the kitchen before George caught up with him.

It only took Ron a few minutes to finish the whole stack of pancakes, syrup on the corners on his mouth. He was a messy eater. He walked over, putting his plate in the sink like you'd always tell him to do.

"Clean yourself, Ronnie," you laugh, walking over and wiping off the corners of his mouth with a wet rag. He just stood there with a small smile. He was lucky to have you. A sweet girl to take care of him and stop him from being too stupid.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you, Ron."