Ronarry One Shots

Under the Golden Sun

Summary: In a beautiful moment filled with nervousness and hope, Ron mustered the courage to confess his love for Harry.

Ships: RonWeasleyxHarryPotter

All credit goes to CxN18 on Ao3

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Once upon a time, in the enchanting world of magic, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, best friends since their days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, found themselves drawn to each other most unexpectedly.

Voldemort had long been defeated, and peace had finally settled over the wizarding community.

As the years went by, Ron and Harry's friendship blossomed into something more they had never anticipated.

It all began during a summer gathering at the Weasley family's cozy home. Ron and Harry, having remained close despite their busy lives, had decided to spend the summer together, relishing in each other's company and sharing countless laughter-filled moments.

One balmy evening, under the vibrant hues of a sunset, Ron and Harry retreated to their favorite spot, a hidden clearing nestled between two majestic trees. The air was thick with the scent of wildflowers, and the sound of birdsong filled their ears.

A moment of silence passed between them as they lay side by side on the soft grass, staring up at the sky.

Ron looked over at Harry, his heart swelling with adoration.

The setting sun cast a warm glow on Harry's face, highlighting the gentle curve of his jawline and the twinkle in his emerald-green eyes.

Ron couldn't help but marvel at how Harry's messy black hair framed his face, giving him an effortlessly captivating charm.

At that moment, Ron realized how deeply he was in love with his best friend.

Ron breathed and decided to reveal his true feelings to Harry. He knew it was a risk, but he couldn't bear to keep his love hidden any longer.

With a mixture of nervousness and hope, Ron turned to Harry, his face adorned with a shy smile. "You know, Harry," he began, his voice filled with warmth. "Since the battle with Voldemort, I've realized how much you mean to me."

Harry, caught off guard by Ron's words, turned towards him, his emerald eyes locking with Ron's sparkling blue ones. "What are you trying to say, Ron?" he asked curiously.

Ron took a deep breath, gathering the courage to express his feelings. "I think I've fallen in love with you, Harry," he confessed. His cheeks were tinged with a delicate shade of pink. "I-I don't know how it happened, but I do know that I can't picture my life without you."

Harry's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing with a flurry of emotions. He had never considered Ron that way before, but now the thought seemed exciting and strangely right. "I feel the same way, Ron," he admitted, his voice filled with earnestness. "You've always been there for me, and I can't imagine my life without you either."

With the beautiful weather, the warm breeze caressed their faces, adding to the moment's intensity.

They both looked at each other, their eyes conveying the unspoken desire that had been building for so long.

As their gazes shifted to their lips, they leaned in and couldn't resist the magnetic pull any longer. Their first kiss was a gentle and tender expression of their newfound love.

Time seemed to stand still as they reveled in the moment's magic, the realization of their love shimmering in the air around them.

From that day forward, Ron and Harry embarked on a journey of love, laughter, and endless adventures. They would spend their days exploring new corners of the wizarding world, their hands never wavering in their grip, their laughter echoing through each enchanted place they encountered.