in love with the fire | ron weasley x reader

the darkness | six

Faking a smile is harder than you think, but over the past few years I've gotten rather good at it.

Between the death of my mother, the near-death experiences, and the grueling things I've witnessed, all the emotions and memories I've bottled up and hidden away inside of myself sometimes get the better of me, and I let them out.

When I do, it's never pretty.

My friends are used to me randomly shutting down. It doesn't phase them anymore. They just ignore it.

Sometimes I'll lay awake for nights on end, trying to keep the nightmares at bay. I'll ignore my friends for days on end.

Other times I'll forget to eat, let alone attend the meals in the Great Hall.

The worst part is, I don't realize how bad I've gotten until I'm so deep into it, getting out seems like the most strenuous task of my life.

That was my current situation.

Quidditch tryouts were three weeks ago, our first match being in a week. I still attend all the practices, but that's about all I do other than attend classes. I've been stuck like this for about a week now, and it pains me to say this, but Harry is getting visually upset with me.

Throughout all of practice, I'm on autopilot. I just fly, grab the Quaffle, pass or try to score, and then do it all over again. No variety.

After practice he pulled me aside. "Listen, Y/N... I know you can't control it, I know it's hard, but we really need you for the match against Slytherin next week. You're our best chaser... is there anything I can do to help?"

I just looked at my feet and sighed. "I'll do better." I then walked away, head still hanging low. I walked and walked until I found myself in Hermione and I's room.

I changed into a raggedy shirt and some pyjama pants, and crawled into my bed, completely disregarding the fact that it was still bright outside.

I was woken up by someone gently shaking my arm. "Y/N? Y/N?"

I looked up to see Ron Weasley hovering above me. I looked at the clock to find that it was the next morning.

He smiled down at me. "Good morning!"

I sat up. I didn't have the energy to smile back. "Mornin'."

He sat beside me on my bed. "You need to get out of this bloody castle. You need to do something fun. Come to Hogsmeade with me."

His eyes were pleading with mine. I couldn't say no to him. "Alright."

The massive smile on his face caused a small one to appear on mine. I didn't even have to force it to appear. It just did.

Ron sat on my bed while I picked out an outfit to wear to Hogsmeade.

After a couple minutes of me rummaging through my drawers and Ron waiting patiently for once in his life, I settled on a sweater and jeans with my converse. Although it was still only fall, it was decently chilly out.

Ron turned and looked out my window as I got ready, talking about everything he wanted to do while we were in Hogsmeade. "I've been craving a butterbeer all week. I almost started drooling in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Snape was ready to strike me over the head right then and there."

I hadn't gotten properly ready for anything in a little over a week. I ran a brush through my hair as I spoke. "You can turn around now, Ron."

As he turned he will still speaking highly of his big plans. "Honeydukes is a must. We should also go to view the Shrieking Shack, it's been ages since I last-"