Harry Potter Characters Oneshots

Ronald × Reader

A/N - this is really short but... (B/F/N) = Best Friend's Name, (L/N) = Last Name... and that's it. You should know that stuff alreay!

Ron sat quietly - wow! - in his chair. McGonagall was going on about some spell, but all he was listening to was Harry chatter on about you saying you'd tutor him for Transfiguration. You'd meet Harry after class in the Great Hall, tutor him for an hour or so, then head back to your common room(s).

He was greatly annoyed. Harry knew well that he's had a crush on you since first year. Why does he get to spend so long with you? All Ron has is four classes in a week with you, Harry included in all of them aswell.

Taking his mind away from Harry, Ron focused on you. You sat on the other side of the classroom, listening to McGonagall. Your (House) scarf was off, laying on the desk in front of you. Your friend, (B/F/N), was wispering, but he's not pretty sure you aren't listening.

Suddenly, your eyes went to his. Ron could feel the blush on his cheeks, and he looked down. You somehow controlled your blush, and kept listening to McGonagall.

"(He/She) saw me, Harry! (He/She) saw me staring! Great," Ron sighed, banging his head against the desk, "they probably think I'm stalking them or something."

Harry laughed. He was lying about you tutoring him. He just wants to see Ron get envious. "I'll ask (him/her) during our study time," Harry smiled evily.

Ron gruted, kicking Harry under the table. Harry gasped. Ron kicked a little to hard.

  Somewhere - in a far, far away land - McGonagall yelled at a boy named "Ron".... Oh! "Yes, Professor?"

  "I would like you to answer my question." He could hear Gryffindors and (House name) alike doing a terrible job of holding back their laughter. (Unless Hufflepuff...)

  "Iiii...uhhh, I-I don't... know, Professor," Ron sighed, looking down at his desk.

  "Five points from Gryffindor!" McGonagall shouted, turning around and pointing at you.

  "(Mr/Miss) (L/N), can you help out Mr. Weasley?"

  You nod your head, "Giants Thumb."

  McGonagall claps her hands together. "Good! Five points to (House name)!"

  Half of the class groans (or cheers if you're a Gryffindor), that half being Gryffindor. But Ron growled for another reason. A house mate that sat behide patted your back, bend down and wispered something in your ear. You blushed, looking down and wispering something.

  You seemed good friends with (Him/Her). Dear god, he was losing it. You two are probably just friends. Get ahold of yourself, Ronald Weasley!

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  After Transfiguration, Harry went off for study time with you. Thinking about how your relationship with Harry could grow over time, he stood right in front of the doorway from the classroom.

  He got knocked over, though it was more like a easy push. Getting up, he turns to see you - aswell getting up.

  "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have just stood in front of the door like that!" Ron said, helping you up off the floor.

  "No, no. My friend shouldn't have pushed me like that," you sighed, glaring at (B/F/N) - who stood behide you.

  Ron smiled, "No, it was my fault. You best get going to study with Harry."

  You gave and awfully confused look. "What?"

  "Harry," Ron said - confused by your confused face - " Harry Potter. You're tutoring him?"

  "I never agreed to that," you say, look back at (B/F/N)."Did I?"

  (He/She) shook her head. You turn around, looking at Ron. "Tell Harry I think he's got something wrong."

  Ron smiled evily. "Oh he knows exactly what he's doing. Need help with that?"

  He points to your over-stuffed bag. Nodding, you hand it to him - happy to have the extra weight off.

  The bag was super heavy, but anything for you. Slowly making your way to the (House) common room, (B/F/N) leaves you. You and Ron are alone, walking long hallways with few other students. Ron's surprised he hasn't fainted yet.

  Reaching the common room, Ron hands you your back. Happily taking it back, you kiss his cheek, turn, and enter the room.

  Ron stands frozen, still feeling your lips on his cheek. Slowly regaining muscle movements, he jumps up and down, then runs down the (hallway/dungen). He's going to Harry, first - to woop his butt for lying - and second - to say you just kissed his cheek!