'♡ 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ♡' [] r. weasley x blackfemreader

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and sixth year begins

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PREVIOUSLY ON . . . 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑔𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠

ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴀ sʜɪᴠᴇʀ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴄᴏʟᴅɴᴇss ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʀᴏɴ's ʜᴜɢ. ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴅɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ? ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ʜᴇ ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ . . .

ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴀғғᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅsʜɪᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ?

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'~ that night you go to sleep with ron's avoidance of your question on your mind. you try not to let it stress you out too much; it must not be that big of a deal if he doesn't want to give you an answer, right?

you wake up the next morning pretty early. you sit up and look out the window of ginny's bedroom, the beautiful orange hue of the sunrise glowing through the window and glazing on your skin.

while gazing at the sunrise, you remember what today is, the first day of your sixth year at hogwarts.

this immediately puts you in a good mood, you decide to go downstairs and start your day early. you look to your right and notice hermione is still asleep on the floor, as well as ginny asleep on her bed. you carefully pull your blanket off of you and stand up, trying not to make the floorboards creak beneath you. you pull your bonnet off of your head, tossing it back down onto your makeshift bed. you tiptoe to the bedroom door, quietly turn the knob, and pull the door back. you step out of the room, gently closing the door behind you.

you make your way downstairs, wanting to start breakfast early for everyone. when you reach the bottom of the stairs, you see none other than ron, sitting on the sofa staring into the fireplace. he has a look on his face as if he's deep in thought.

"something on your mind, weasley?" you playfully ask as you walk over to the sofa, sitting on the other side and leaning against the armrest.

"oh, good morning, y/n," ron greets as he averts his gaze from the fireplace to you. "uh, yeah, actually. i'm sorry for running off last night and not answering your question," he says nervously rubbing the back of his neck. you notice he does this when he's nervous or hiding something.

"i just didn't . . . want to say why. it's not really something i would like to get into. i'm sorry again, i hope you understand," he says looking back at the fireplace and nervously twiddling his fingers.

"aw, ron. it's okay, thank you for opening up to me anyway," you say with a smile. you still can't help but wonder what he means by that, something he doesn't want to get into?

he looks back at you and returns the smile. you open your arms to him, "c'mere, hug?" you say, raising your eyebrows. ron chuckles and leans across the sofa to hug you back. he wraps his arms around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck. he's so warm and comforting, like a big teddy bear. you feel so safe in his arms, like you never want him to let you go.