Harry Potter Imagines and Preferences

You Know ~~ Ron

House: Any
Other: you don't get to choose your hair or eyes, sorry.
(y/n) = Your Name
(y/l/n) = Your Last Name
you're based off the logo above (Edit: well, it was the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes logo, but wattpad decided to not work)

The room was lighter than the absolute darkness.  You could almost see the for of your wand.  Walking around aimlessly like always.  All of a sudden, you heard mumbling.  Like someone was talking from far away.  The room became brighter and brighter until you were surrounded in what looked like a closet full of brooms.  There were two redheaded boys staring at you.  Sitting on the floor, you looked down at you clothes.  They were robes, but instead of a red color like the boys had, there was a mix of the colors orange and purple.  Then, you saw you hair, it was purple and orange like your uniform.  The right side of your hair was the vibrant purple, the left, a neon orange.  You looked back at the boys, they were staring at you.  They looked at you with surprised expressions.   You returned it, just as bewildered as they were.  After quite some time of staring at each other, plus opening and closing your mouths like goldfish, you stood up.

"Where am I?" You spoke quietly.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." One of them stated.

"Who am I?" you felt a warm sensation tingling your cheeks.

"We don't know." They said in unison.

"I'm (y/n) (y/l/n), daughter of no one, created by Fred and George Weasley whilst experimenting with logos for their Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes store for when they get enough money to make a shop." You cover your mouth, confused at this new found information.

"How did you know that?" They say, mouth gaping.

"I don't know."

"What house are you in?" The other one asks reluctantly.

"(y/h/n)." You dropped your hand to your side, "I'm in my fourth year, my wand is made out of birch wood with a dragon heartstring core.  It is a mixture between both of your wands, were it has a broom-like shape but it looks like it is a stick with a pinecone at the end.  I'm younger than both of you because you were trying to make a 3-D, male wizard that was just older than you but got one younger because you didn't perform the correct motion for the spell.  This is also why I'm shorter than most people, you were trying to make me as tall as you but it backfired.  Same with my gender.  I think we are missing class and you should go back to your Defence Against the Dark Arts class, I'll go to potions."

"What just happened?" one muttered as you practically pushed them through the door.

"I understand you weren't trying to make the most attractive wizard, but it backfire, like I stated before, so now I'm pretty attractive to most, but I still need to do my studying and work in classes."

"She sounds like Hermione." the same one mutters again.

"Yeah." the other agrees.

"Could I please head to class?"

"We're not stopping you."

"Then go to class, bye." you say, waving over your shoulder and walking to Potions.

You seemed to have everything you needed to know implanted in your brain.  When you reached the Potions classroom, you stood before the doors.  Just because you were made by magic doesn't mean you didn't feel emotions.  You were nervous.  You slowly opened the door, stepping in.  Everyone stared at you, and most of the boys were gawking.  You walked to an empty seat, which was next to a smaller version of the twins who made you.  He didn't look exactly like them, but he had the same hair, and you immediately knew almost everything about him.  Ronald Weasley, he liked to be called Ron though.  You sat next to him and saw the Professor was giving you a glare.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my class?" He snarled, but instead of cringing like most, you stayed sitting up straight.

"I'm (y/n) (y/l/n), and I'm supposed to be here, I'm a (y/h/n) and I missed the first week because, well, I just transferred here."

"Alright," he seemed sceptical, "turn your textbooks to page 394."

You caught Ron staring at you almost the whole class period.  At the end of class, you turned and looked at him, he locked eye contact with you.

"Your eyes are two different colors you know, orange and purple, they look beautiful because they're orange on your right side and purple on your left." you blush at his compliment, though you feel like you wouldn't for anyone else, "You know, different from your hair."

"I didn't know that actually, you see, I was ju-"

"Hey, what are you doing for the Yule Ball?" Harry cuts you off.

"What's th-" you're cut off by your own knowledge of the Yule Ball this time, "Actually I'm not doing anything, why?"

"Well, it just so happens to be soon and I was wondering if you would like-" It was Ron who cut off Harry this time, he pushed him back into his seat since he had been leaning over the table to get to you.

"Professor Snape if going to see us, let's just stay quiet and work now."

"Since when do you want to work?"

"Since there's been a cute girl sitting next to me." Ron whispers to Harry, unaware you can hear him.

"I think it's time to go guys every one is getting up and leaving." you grab your supplies and stand up.

"See you later (y/n)!" Harry called, being dragged out of the room by Ron.

You head off to your common room, sitting on the couches.  You drift to sleep on them, since you're not sure which room is yours and are too tired to check.

It's lunch time now, and you're heading to the Great Hall to eat.  Harry approached you, pulling a hand through his hair.  It did nothing, as the hair fell back into place.

"Hey, (y/n)!  I was wondering if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me?"

"Yes, I'll go with you." You didn't really know how to turn anyone down, so you're glad Harry asked before someone not as nice did.

"I'll see you around." Instead of eating you head the other way, going to tell Hermione what happened.

Ironically, you stumbled into Draco.  He looked at you sweetly, which seemed kind of scary.

"Hey, (y/n), are you going with anyone to the Yule Ball." He actually smiled at you.

"Yeah, Harry just asked me, sorry." You looked at the floor, not wanting to see him smile anymore.

"Oh did he." He growls.

"I need to go, see you soon." You stumbled away and around a corner.

Before you knew it, you found Hermione and you two were working on finding Dresses for the ball.  When the ball finally came, you were waiting in your orange and purple marbled dress.  It poofed out like a ball gown, and, like always, was orange and purple because those were the only colors that seemed to match your hair.  You walked down the stairs and met up with Harry, Ron was trailing behind you guys as you went to the Great Hall.  After the first dance with Harry, you sat with the boys and Ron's date for the rest of the time.  It was silent but you didn't mind, it reminded you of when you were in the dark room before you were brought to life.  Ron now stood before you.

"Do you, maybe, want to dance?" he stuttered, "Harry and my date left, it is almost over but I meant to ask you to the ball, but Harry asked first."

"Sure," you grabbed his hand, "I kind of wished you had asked first anyway."

You danced with Ron until you guys were both kicked out.  Standing outside the Great Hall, holding Ron's hands and looking into his eyes, you kissed him.  It was a soft, warm kiss and you felt great about the moment.  You pulled away and kept staring at Ron.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend, (y/n)? You know, I'd love that" He winked.

"Of course!" you hugged him tight.

Well I did a thing and I sorta procrastinated this so it's out late.  SORRY!  I'll work on getting these done faster, see you tomorrow! ♡