Hogwarts Romance

Those Twins Man - Ronald Weasley

    Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you from across the table, glancing in between you and Ron, while George sat beside him, snickering. You glared at them, soup spilling out of your spoon and onto the table as Molly droned on about needing to purchase more floo powder; none the wiser to the tension at your end of the table.
    You'd just about had enough of the twins. You should've never trusted them with your secret.
    See, you'd made the catastrophic mistake of letting them in on the fact that you were madly in love with their younger brother, Ron. Ever since you met, you'd had a connection with him. At first, you thought that you just got along well due to having similar interests, but as time went on, you realized your feelings were much stronger. You tried to push those feelings away, mainly because you were a year and a half older than Ron and didn't want to scare him off, but they were persistent.
    And eventually, the twins caught on to the fact that you liked their brother. They could see it in your body language and the way you spoke to (and about) Ron, and they began to pester you about it. So often that you finally broke and ended up confirming their suspicions. And of course, the twins being the twins, took that information and ran with it; and they were making your life a living hell.
    So far, during your stay at the Burrow, all they had done was tease you and put you in awkward situations with Ron. And unfortunately, you began to suspect that Ron was catching on. You didn't want him to catch on for fear that he'd reject you, or worse: that your friendship would be ruined. But the twins were determined to embarrass you.
    Fred had started to make suggestive gestures, catching Ron's eye who narrowed his eyes at his brother in disgust. "What in Merlin's name are you doing?" Ron asked him. In the same breath, he noticed the tight grip you held on your spoon and the soup spilling out onto the floor. "And why are you feeding the floor? That's good food, there."
    You blushed, dropping the spoon into your bowl, and averting your eyes. "Sorry," you muttered. "I'll clean it up."
    You reached for your wand that was lying next to you on the table just as Ron went to grab it, and your hands touched. Both of you jumped back, blushing madly. "Sorry," Ron said. "Thought it was my wand."
    The twins snickered at you, making more obscene gestures.
    "Would you two stop it!" You hissed at them in a whisper, trying not to attract unwanted attention to your corner of the dining table. The rest of the Weasleys didn't need to get in on this.
    "Oh, come on, Y/N. We're just trying to help," George said with a devilish smirk.
    "Help with what?" Ron asked.
    "With getting you a girlfriend, of course," Fred replied, winking at him.
    Ron blinked before glancing over at you. "Do you mean her?" He asked, tipping his head towards you. You sighed in exasperation, crossing your arms angrily and sitting back in your seat.
    "Who else would we be referring to?" George asked.
    "You're perfect for each other," Fred added. "Both madly in love with each other and-"
    You cut him off with a growl, getting angrier by the second. "Shut up, Fred. We are not. We're just friends!"
    Ron's jaw tensed at the words, but he remained silent.
    "Oh, is that so?" He asked. "I guess that thing you told us was a lie then?"
    "What thing?" Ron asked.
    This time, George took over, pitching his voice up a few octaves in a horrible impersonation of you. "Oh, I just can't stop thinking about him-"
    "And his red hair..." Fred continued in the same pitch.
    "How it glimmers in the sun and smells like fresh-"
    "Stop it!" Ron growled, noticing how embarrassed you were getting.
    "Like you're any better," Fred scoffed, now switching to an impersonation of Ron. "What shirt should I wear tonight? Do you think Y/N will like it?"
    "How does my hair look? Do you think Y/N will notice that I washed it this morning?" George continued.
    The twins began bantering back and forth, mimicking both you and Ron, while the two of you sat absolutely mortified. But on top of the mortification, Ron was growing angry. He always had a bit of a short temper and it was being tested to the point of explosion.
    "WOULD YOU TWO SHUT UP?!?!" Ron screamed, slamming his fists on the table and standing up swiftly. Everyone was startled, including the twins who went silent immediately. Everyone at the table stared at Ron, waiting for him to say anything else, but he didn't. He just glared at the twins with a fiery rage before glancing at you and then storming away from the table.
    Everybody was still stunned at the outburst, but Molly had recovered enough to shout, "Ronald Weasley! Get back here and apologize immediately!"
    He didn't even look back as he stormed up the stairs, presumably to lock himself up in his room.
    "Oh, that little-" Molly started, beginning to stand up to go reprimand him; but you stopped her.
    "I'll go talk to him," you said.
    She nodded, sitting back down. "Don't worry about clearing your plate, dear. I'll do it for you."
    "Thank you, Molly." You gave her a weak smile before standing, moving your gaze back over to the twins and giving them a death glare. They both just laughed at your expression, making kissy faces at you which made you even more irritated.
    The long climb up to Ron's room gave you a minute to calm down, and you were almost back to normal when you reached his door; just a bit nervous now. You didn't bother knocking and just went straight in, finding Ron sitting on his bed and staring angrily at his floorboards.
    "Merlin, Ronald. What did those floorboards ever do to you?" You joked, trying to ease a bit of the tension.
    He glanced up at you momentarily, before returning his gaze to the floor. "I'm not in the mood, Y/N."
    You sighed and sat down next to him. "Mind telling me what's wrong?" You asked, even though you knew the answer. Those twins, man.
    "Nothing's wrong," he says flatly.
    "That's a big fat lie."
    "Yeah, well what's wrong with you? If I remember correctly, you weren't very chipper five minutes ago either," he snapped.
    "Because Fred and George were teasing me."
    "They're always teasing you."
    "I know, but this was different."
    "Why? Because it was about us?" Ron asked.
    "Last I checked, you weren't too thrilled about it either. You're the one who got up and left," you argued.
    "Who says I was mad about that?"
    "You weren't mad about that?" You asked, growing a bit confused. "What are you mad about then?"
    "Because we're 'just friends!'" He hissed, aggressively using air quotes.
    "You're mad that we're friends?"
    "Yes!" He says exasperatedly, standing up and beginning to pace the room. Hurt flashes through you before he backtracks. "I mean, I'm mad because we're 'just friends.' I don't want to be 'just friends' with you anymore."
    "What do you...?" You trailed off, trying to process what he was saying. Your heart was beginning to flutter, wondering if you had the right impression.
    He huffed, frustrated, before stopping in front of you. "Don't you get it?" He asked. "I'm in love with you!"
    "W-what?" You sputtered in shock. You thought maybe he had a crush on you, but you weren't expecting him to share your exact feelings. "You're in love with... with me?"
    He sighed again, clutching fistfuls of his hair. "YES! Now if we could get the rejection part over with quickly that would be great. I'd like to go back to wallowing in my own misery."
    "The rejection part?" You whispered. "Why would I reject you?"
    He threw his arms up in exasperation, beginning to pace again. "It's all too obvious you don't feel the same way! You've been avoiding me like the plague, and you just told Fred and George that we're 'just friends.'
    "I only said that so they'd stop with the teasing," you tried to explain, but it only went on deaf ears. Ron kept on ranting. About what, you were unsure of, but he wasn't listening to you anymore. You sighed and got up, walking over to him. "Ron," you said, trying to get his attention. "Ronald, can I please say something?" Again, he ignored you. "Ron," you tried once more.
    He wasn't responding to you, just muttering angrily and incoherently to himself. You had to take drastic measures. You grabbed him by the shoulders, stopping him in his tracks, and smashed your lips onto his. He was obviously startled at first, but then he eased into it, knotting his fingers in your hair. When you finally pulled away you were both gasping for breath.
    "May I please speak now?" You breathed against his lips. He just nodded. "I do love you, Ron. I have for a long time. I didn't say anything because I thought you'd reject me, or that you wouldn't want to be around me anymore."
    "That's ridiculous. I always want to be around you. I love you," emphasizing the last part.
    You smiled, rubbing your thumbs along his pink cheeks. "I get it, Ron. I love you too."
    "Can we be more than just friends then?" He asked, hopefully.
    "Hell yes, we can."
    He grinned, kissing you once more. "The twins are gonna give us hell for this, aren't they?"
    "Oh, definitely."