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Forget It (Ronald Weasley)

Being in love with Ron Weasley was... complicated, to say the least. For one thing, Ron was as dense as a rock when it came to anything romantic. I'd spent countless hours with him — at meals, in classes, in the common room — dropping every hint imaginable. I'd linger a little too long when we hugged, laugh a little too hard at his jokes, smile a little brighter when he was around. But none of it seemed to get through that thick, ginger skull of his.

I'd even tried being a bit more direct recently, touching his arm during conversations, or complimenting him — anything to make him see that I felt more than friendship. And every time, he'd smile, ruffle my hair, or just keep talking like he hadn't noticed a thing. Part of me knew it was classic Ron, being oblivious as ever. But another part of me, a quieter, more insecure part, wondered if he wasn't noticing... or if he just didn't want to.

I tried to stay patient, thinking maybe one day he'd wake up and see what was right in front of him.

Then, one afternoon in the Gryffindor common room, everything changed. Ron was sitting on the arm of the couch, grinning as he recounted something that had happened in Herbology. "And then, Elizabeth — you know, that Ravenclaw girl with the dark hair? — she just started asking me all these questions! Kept asking if I'd help her study for exams." He laughed, a big, oblivious laugh. "Dunno why she'd need my help of all people, but it was kind of nice, wasn't it?"

My heart plummeted as he went on and on about how "nice" it was that Elizabeth wanted to spend time with him. Nice. He thought it was nice, not once considering why she might have been interested. And he kept talking about her, oblivious to the way his words dug into me with every mention of her name.

Before I could stop myself, anger flared up, and I blurted, "Ron, are you seriously that clueless?"

The laughter in the room died down instantly, everyone turning to look at me. Harry and Hermione exchanged worried glances, while Ron looked at me, stunned.

"What?" he stammered, looking genuinely bewildered.

"You don't get it, do you?" My voice wavered, all the emotions I'd kept bottled up for so long bursting out at once. "I've been here this whole time, Ron. Trying to get you to notice me, trying to tell you that I... that I care about you. But you're too busy being oblivious or talking about other girls to even realize it!"

His mouth opened and closed, and he looked utterly lost. My heart twisted painfully, my anger starting to mix with regret. I wanted him to say something — anything. But he just sat there, staring at me with wide, shocked eyes.

I shook my head, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "Forget it," I muttered, before bolting out of the common room and down the stairs. I needed to be anywhere but here.

I'd run all the way out to the lake, sinking down onto a rock by the shore, pulling my knees to my chest. The chilly air bit at my skin, but I didn't care. I felt so foolish, so heartbroken. I'd poured my heart out, and he'd just stared at me, speechless. All this time, I'd held onto hope, thinking maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way. But his silence had said everything.

After what felt like hours, I heard footsteps crunching on the gravel behind me. I kept my face buried in my arms, not wanting to face anyone — especially not Ron.

But then I heard Harry's voice, soft and hesitant. "Mate, you should have said something."

Ron's reply was quiet, almost disbelieving. "I... I didn't know she felt that way. I didn't think anyone would feel that way about me."

There was a long pause, and I could imagine Harry's exasperated look. "Well, she does. And now she thinks you don't feel the same way."

"I was just... shocked," Ron admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know how to react, and she ran off before I could say anything."

I kept my face buried, biting my lip to keep the tears back, feeling every word pierce deeper. I felt so stupid for letting my heart get tangled up in someone who didn't see me the way I saw him.

After a few moments of silence, I heard footsteps again, coming closer. I tensed as they stopped beside me, but I still didn't look up. Then Ron spoke, his voice soft and trembling. "Hey... I'm sorry. I should have said something back there. I was just... so surprised."

I squeezed my eyes shut, hugging my knees tighter. "You don't have to explain, Ron. I get it."

"No, you don't," he said, moving closer. "Look, I never thought you could feel that way about me. I've always thought of you as... well, I've always thought of you as more than a friend, but I thought you just... didn't. I didn't want to make things weird, or mess things up."

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze. His face was flushed, his eyes earnest and... scared, like he was just as vulnerable as I was.

"I didn't know," he continued, voice thick with emotion. "I didn't know I could mean that much to you. But you... you mean everything to me."

A lump formed in my throat as his words sank in. "Then why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I was afraid, I guess," he admitted, looking down at his hands. "Afraid I'd ruin things. I'm not good at... this," he gestured between us, "and I didn't want to hurt you."

I let out a shaky laugh. "You already did."

He looked devastated by that, reaching out tentatively and brushing his fingers against mine. "I'm sorry. I... I want to make it right. I want you to know that I feel the same way."

He lifted my hand, pressing it to his chest so I could feel the rapid beat of his heart. "I've never felt like this about anyone. And it scares me, but I'm tired of being too afraid to do anything about it."

My heart softened as I watched him, feeling the weight of everything in his words, in his touch. He was clumsy, uncertain, but I could see how much he meant it. How much he wanted me to believe him.

With a shaky breath, I whispered, "Ron, I've been waiting for you to say something... anything. I thought I was just being stupid, loving you when you didn't even realize it."

He looked at me with an expression I'd never seen before, raw and full of something that took my breath away. "You're not stupid. Not even close. I'm the idiot for not realizing sooner."

Slowly, he leaned in, his eyes searching mine for any hint of hesitation. When I didn't pull away, he closed the distance, his lips brushing softly against mine in a kiss that was gentle, sweet, and filled with everything he'd left unsaid.

When we pulled back, he smiled, a little awkward but so genuine it made my heart ache. "Can I be less oblivious from now on?" he asked, a shy grin tugging at his lips.

I laughed, finally feeling a weight lift from my chest. "You'd better be. Or I might have to yell at you again."

His laugh joined mine, and as we sat there by the lake, hand in hand, I knew that maybe this was the beginning of something beautiful — something real. And this time, we were both finally on the same page.

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