in love with the fire | ron weasley x reader

summer's end | two

I woke up in Ginny's bedroom alone.

The golden light that usually shone through had faded into the late morning light. I assumed it was about ten in the morning.

I looked down to see Hermione had made her mattress. Of course she had. I smiled at the sight of it then stood up.

As I stood I realized what I was wearing and couldn't help but blush. I couldn't go downstairs in Ron's sweater. Everyone was bound to get the wrong idea.

I began rummaging through Ginny's dresser to see if she had anything I could wear, but her trunk was packed as well. Nothing left in her drawers was suitable for me to wear. Hermione's trunk was also packed, and all I managed to uncover from her bag was a pair of socks, and the pyjamas she wore that night.

I decided to put the colour-stained pyjamas back on. Although both Ginny and Hermione most likely saw me in the sweater, the odds of them questioning it are rather low...

I hope.

I made my way downstairs. On the couch sat Hermione, already reading one of her new school books. In the kitchen at the table sat Ginny and Fred. George was beside Molly at the counter, helping her cut fruit.

I took a seat beside Fred, across from Ginny. Ginny smiled at me the moment I sat down. "Mornin' Y/N. Sleep well?"

I smiled back up at her. "I did! And you?"

"I did as well." Ginny turned towards Molly and asked "Need any help?"

"Ginny, that is the fifth time you've asked that, and you've been up for about twenty minutes." She turned back to her cooking.

Fred raised his eyebrows accusingly as he spoke. "Seems you could use an extra hand based off how long breakfast is taking."

Molly turned around, towel in hand. "I oughta smack you, Fred!"

Fred jumped out of his seat and fled from the room, not without saying "Nice painting, Y/N! Love what you did with your shirt!"

I gasped and stood up as if I were going to chase him, causing him to run up the stairs and slam the door to his room. I smiled at my success. "I'll go wake Ron".

Molly turned to me with a smile, flour covering her apron. "Thank you, dear. I was about to go do that myself, actually-"

"It's no problem, Molly. Honestly."

She thanked me and I began walking up the stairs to Ron's bedroom.

I didn't even consider knocking once I reached Ron's door. The clock in the hallway read "10:14". I threw the door open and marched into his room.

In a sing-song voice, I holared directly at him. "Ron!"

I waited a moment, but was greeted with a snore.

I marched over to his window and pulled open his drapes. In the distance I could see the shimmer of the sun reflecting onto the lake nearby.

I grabbed the comforter off of him, and yanked the pillow out from underneath his head and hit him with it, causing him to sit straight up in fear and yell "Bloody hell!"

As I stood there laughing, he took a moment to catch his breath, then grabbed the pillow out of my hands and hit me with it. Hard.

I fell to the floor with a thump and laid there quietly for a moment, struggling to process what the actual fuck just happened.

I heard him gasp and stand up. "Shit! Y/N are you alright?"

I opened my eyes to see him crouching beside me, concern visible on his face. I sat up slowly, trying to be as dramatic as possible, holding my head as though I were hurt.