War Torn - Ron Weasley x Reader

Potions

Ron's POV: 

Rushing into the library I notice that it is empty, with the exceptions of Madame Pince and a girl sitting back near the restricted section. I notice the girl is studying, she must be my tutor. I begin to approach her, when I get within a couple feet to the girl, she turns to face me. 

"Bloody hell," I mutter. She is bloody gorgeous, the lighting coming from the window behind her paints her in a soft light. I go to apologize when I catch sight of her loosened tie, which I can't help but look at, is green. She's a snake, a Slytherin. I curse internally, god why did such a goreg-no she's in Slytherin. 

I quickly scowl and ignore her greeting and handshake. I feel slight regret when I see her facial expression turn downcast, but I stomp that out quick. As I take a seat across from her, I hear her start with, "So I was thinking we start with what you feel is your worst subject and then work our way up to some you find easier." Godrick, her voice is pretty. 

I nod when I spot her waiting for a response from me, "Potions," she nods to herself and digs through her books. 

Y/N POV: 

He looked so shy coming in, and now he is acting all detached. He must have seen my tie and realized I am in Slytherin. Things like that have become more familiar after the wizarding war. I have made a slight reputation for myself, when protecting the younger years from the other houses. Have since I got sorted and went through it myself. 

Shaking my head I turn back to Weasley, "Ok, in potions we are going over how to make the memory potion, which?" I vaguely question him.

He shakily answers with, "Enhances the users memory?"

"Yes, excellent job Weasley," I praise him. He smiles a small victory smile. I go to tell him the ingredients of the potion and what color it should be, when brewed correctly. 

We continue like this, back and forth. We lapse into a small silence while he jots down the topics we covered from the lessons. I look out the window and see how dark it is, I take a quick double glance down at my watch and notice it is almost a quarter after nine?! I notify Weasley of the time and we begin to pack up. I let my mind wonder out of the moment while packing, having had a long day. When I return to the present I go to ask Weasley what dates and times work best for him to meet up. I glance up and he is  missing. I risk a look towards the doors and low and behold they are just closing. I sigh and slump my shoulders. This means I have to hunt him down between classes tomorrow and ask him then. 

Ron's POV: 

She's a Slytherin. Slytherins are bad. She's a Slytherin. Slytherins are bad. She's a Slytherin. Slytherins are bad. I try to convince myself by repeating. Just a small distance from the library I turn into a small alcove on the way and pace. My chest feels tight, and I can't breathe. I feel my back hit the stone wall, I begin to slide down to the floor. I'm starting to get dizzy when I remember this thing Mione told me about. I focus as best I can on the wall across from me and start counting incorrectly. One, two, five, ten, nine, seven, fifteen. I say this three times quietly to myself. I can feel myself starting to calm and gain some lightheadedness, so I wearily hauled myself up and walked up to my dorm. 

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Word Count: 624

Thank you for reading chapter two of War Torn. At the end we start to see some trauma responses. Don't worry it will get better :)