in love with the fire | ron weasley x reader

wrapping up summer | one

Being at the burrow is like a breath of fresh air. It feels as though all the smoke and haze from my lungs has been released, and the air coming in is clean. Clean as air can be, that is.

Every morning feels the same. Mrs. Weasley downstairs in the kitchen producing the smell that is fresh coffee and warm pancakes. Ginny, my best friend and little sister all in one asleep beside me. The light that pours through her window and shines right onto my lower legs. The sounds of the boys waking up, arguing, and laughing ringing in my ears. In my mind, there's nothing as perfect as this... apart from one thing.

My friendship with the second youngest Weasley. The overlooked Weasley. 
Ronald Weasley. 

I met Ron the same time I met Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, on the train to Hogwarts. At the time, none of us knew what was ahead, but I wouldn't change a thing. I truly believe that without Ron, I wouldn't have survived my years at Hogwarts. 

When I stepped onto that train, my life had just taken a turn for the worse a mere 2 weeks before. My mother, the only person I had left in this cruel world, was taken from me. 

I opened the train cart to find Harry and Ron sitting to my left, and Hermione sitting to my right. "May I? Everywhere else is rather full." Harry nodded eagerly, Hermione gestured to the seat beside her, and Ron... he just smiled at me with a mouth full of sweets, crumbs falling from his face. My first thought was "What a git he is." 

How wrong I was. 

It turns out, Ron is quite brilliant. His intelligence is often overlooked, along with how great of a friend he is. 

When I'm with Ron, it's almost as if every ounce of darkness flees my body once his light comes into contact with it. 

I can smile without the guilt of my past experiences forcing my frown to return.

 I can walk without the pit in my stomach expanding and ripping me to shreds. 

I can sleep and dream without dreading waking up, and without the fear of having a nightmare that'll linger in the back of my mind for nights on end. 

With him, I'm free. It's truly one of the greatest feeling's I've ever felt. I could live the rest of my life feeling the way I feel when I'm with him and never grow tired of it. 

Ron brought colour back into my life, and I'm incredibly grateful for it. 

I would say being friends with the Harry Potter had its perks, but I'd be lying. 

Coming face to face with death almost every year I've been attending Hogwarts isn't very fun. How we constantly break every rule our school has to offer yet stay enrolled is beyond me, but I suppose that could be considered a perk of being friends with "The Chosen One." 

Hermione, on the other hand, is truly a blessing. 

Without her, we'd be dead. Without her, I'd be mad. Without her, I wouldn't have someone who understands what it means to have different undergarments for different occasions. 

The summer after our fifth year was great fun, but the events of the previous year at Hogwarts stuck with us. 

Hermione arrived two days before we were scheduled to return to Hogwarts. She originally wasn't going to come, but I managed to convince her to make an appearance. Her hesitance comes from the fact that we simply weren't sure if we'd be seeing Harry this summer. What he experienced was nothing short of traumatic.

He witnessed the death of Sirius Black, his godfather and only family he had left. If I were in his shoes, I'm not too sure I'd want to be in a household as busy as this one either.