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

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jealousy

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ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴇᴇᴋs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏɴ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ǫᴜɪᴅᴅɪᴛᴄʜ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ's sᴛɪʟʟ ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ғᴏʀ ʜɪs ғɪʀsᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴇᴇᴋ.

ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀʏғғɪɴᴅᴏʀ ʜouse ɪs ᴏɴ ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ ᴅɪɢɢᴏʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇsᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ.

ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴏɴ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅɪsʟɪᴋɪɴɢ ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ, ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴇᴅʀɪᴄ's sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ǫᴜɪᴅᴅɪᴛᴄʜ ᴛᴇᴀᴍ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴅɢᴇ?

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ron's pov

'~ "i know cedric fancies her, harry, i just know it," you say as you shut your locker. you pull your quidditch headgear over your head and secure it underneath your chin. "i've seen the way he looks at her, that bloke," you say with a disgusted face, thinking about the evening in the common room when cedric was talking to y/n, obviously ignoring you and trying to flirt with her.

"honestly, you should just man up and tell y/n how you feel instead of being jealous," harry replies, leaning his shoulder against his own locker.

"i'm not jealous," you quietly deny, looking down at your shoes. "then i'm best friends with draco malfoy," he says with a chuckle while raising his eyebrows.

"whatever," you say, smiling a little, "but how would i even tell her anyway?" you ask, looking back up at harry.

"well, you know y/n doesn't like when people sugarcoat things so, just tell her straight up. i'm sure she likes you back, ron, you just have to let her know you share the same feelings," harry says, shrugging his shoulders.

"yeah, you're right," you say, gaining confidence in yourself and standing up straight. "i'll tell her after the match today." you say, already planning how you're going to break the news to her in your head.

"alright, mate!" harry says, clapping a hand on your shoulder and shaking you slightly with a smile.

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y/n's pov

as you fork a bit of scrambled eggs into your mouth, you look up and see ron walking through the great hall. he has a look on his face like he doesn't want to be here. you look around and, with a frown on your face, see everyone staring and snickering at him. you pick up a breakfast roll and chuck it at a laughing hufflepuff before flipping them off while ron sits down in front of you.

he leans forward slightly and looks at harry, "i'm resigning. after today's match, mclaggen can have my spot," ron says quietly.