HARRY POTTER X READER one-shots [COMPLETE]

Bludger Grudge and a Cold (Ron)

Guide:

(Y/N): Your Name

(A.N. This was originally a request from Clieo_Whiteshadow for another of my one-shot books, but I thought I'd put it in here instead. I mean, I don't have a lot of inspiration for these stories, so I thought using requests from other books should work. Especially since--no offense--the request she gave me sounded similar to one of the one-shots in that book. I'm sorry if it isn't Tadashi, but I'll make it up to you if you really like Ron Weasley. :) Anyways, so on with the story! And this takes place during Half-Blood Prince.)

A beautiful day beckoned to you outside your window at Hogwarts. You smiled as you opened your eyes, and tried to get up as you normally would, only to sink back onto the pillows with a cry escaping your lips. Yes, you were unfortunately tethered to your bed in the hospital wing, rendered there due to a severe injury from the Quidditch game last Saturday. While you were zipping in and out of the mass of players in an attempt to reach the goal, the Quaffle tucked under your arm, a Bludger hit you hard on the head, effectively knocking you out. Not only that, but you also suffered a severe cold from the rainy conditions that day.

No doubt, you knew that it was Cormac McLaggen, the replacement Keeper, who did that. But on the bright side, you were stuck with Harry and Ron in the hospital wing now.

Ron. Your lips curved into a smile at the thought of his name. Ever since he got poisoned a few days ago before the match, you have been visiting him every day after class. Of course, neither Harry nor Hermione minded--Hermione had a lot of homework on her plate, and Harry had private sessions with Dumbledore, so you were left to take care of Ron. Also made sense that you went, since he broke up with Lavender a while ago. You were the only other person who deeply cared for him, and probably more than a best friend would too.

"Nice to see you, (Y/N)," you heard Ron's voice pipe up, and you almost jumped, but then let out a cry of pain as your head gave out a single pulse of pain that spread through your body.

"I wouldn't move around so much if I were you," Ron advised, smiling ruefully as he watched you.

You glanced at him and stifled a laugh. "Why good morning to you too, Mr. Weasley," you said stiffly, failing to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks. But then your nose itched, and you sneezed. "Achoo! Ow!"

Ron laughed as he got off the bed now. His strength has been returning bit by bit, and now he was able to walk over to your bed, which was just beside his, and perch right beside you, reaching a hand out to stroke the hair away from your eyes. You smiled at the comforting gesture, your heart fluttering at Ron's gentle touch.

"Thanks," you murmured, closing your eyes.

Ron blushed as he gazed at your peaceful form lying on the bed, the small smile decking your face. Since his break up with Lavender, he really wanted you--admittedly, he didn't want to be with Lavender at all. In all his tie dating Lavender, he thought she was just a waste of time. He didn't even like her at all! In fact, the only girl who really got his heart with her charm and smart looks, other than Hermione, was you. The girl who would never fail to make him laugh. The girl who would take on any challenge with a game face. The girl who got along very easily with his huge family of older brothers and younger sister.

"Ron?" The sound of Harry's voice made Ron start, and he turned to his mate now, who was still lying on the bed.

"Harry, mate! What in bloody hell's name are you doing?!" Ron half-whispered, half-shouted.

Harry only smirked as he saw Ron perched by your bed. "Just watching you and (Y/N). Really though, when are you two ever going to get together?"

"Harry, I swear, if you bring this up again..." Ron said, his face turning redder than his signature fiery red hair.