Harry Potter x Reader Oneshots - All Generations

Ron Weasley

(Requested by: @fangirl0121)

(A/N I think I'm getting better at updating but it's really difficult to find time. I'll have maybe an hour of free time a day, most of which is spent with meals. I have Thanksgiving break this week, so I will be updating as much as possible. Thank you all for your patience, I promise I'll get better at updating instead of leaving you hanging for a month. Requests like this one really help me out, too, so thank you to everyone who reads and requests.)

You had been cursed with entering Hogwarts a year before the famous Harry Potter. Now with every year there was a new challenge from You Know Who. On top of all the schoolwork you almost didn't want to go to the Yule Ball with all the stress. You had a dress, one your mother had sent you from home. It was absolutely gorgeous, a knee length, pale (f/c), sweetheart dress. Paired with your grandmothers pearls and black embroidery. You knew there would be another chance to wear it, and you saw no reason to go the ball. You didn't dance, and all your friends had dates, meaning you'd end up alone on the sidelines of the dance floor with a glass of punch the entire night. 

Oddly, you felt comfortable with your decision. You expected to feel disappointment and jealousy, but you only seemed to continue to float through life. A week before the ball and teachers had begun to give slack to their classes, you had almost no classes and spent most of your time sleeping, where others endlessly planned for the dance. There were classes to teach students dancing, which you took no part in. Girls bought their dresses and boys bought suits, during which you bought drinks and candy and wondered around the shops. Love potions were made, and for those last four days before the ball you avoided all candies you hadn't bought yourself. 

On the day of the ball, your friends didn't bother you. They left you with a hug and a wave, they understood you didn't want to go and they didn't try forcing you. It made you feel nice to know that. Even if they were having fun on their own without you, and you were on your own in an empty dorm room, you knew you'd be just as -if not more- lonely at the dance. You quietly read a book your muggle grandmother had sent you, a Shakespeare novel Macbeth. In the last Act of Scene Two you were interrupted by a knock.

"(Y/N)!" Called the familiar voice of one of your best friends and dorm mates, Rebecca.

Setting your book down beside you, you swung your legs over the edge of your bed and opened the door.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the dance?" You asked groggily, leaning against the door and swinging with it back and forth.

"You need to get dressed!" She exclaimed, rushing forward into the room and pulling you to your closet. 

"There's someone waiting for you downstairs," She said and shoved the dress into your hands. You complied, telling from the excitement and urgency in her eyes that it was important.

Walking down the stairs from your dorm room, you saw an empty common room. Empty all but for Ron Weasley waiting on a cushioned chair with his hands fiddling awkwardly in his lap. He wore a ridiculous dress suit with velvet colors and white lace frills. You giggled a little as he turned to see you and awkwardly brushed at his suit, his hand passing over a set of lace that was sticking out of place and he nervously tried to fix it. 

"I didn't think you'd be so dressed up," Ron stuttered as you descended the stairs. "I thought you were just spending time in your dorm."

"I was," You said, feeling nervous and a little flattered. "But Becca made it seem this was important, and I didn't want to come down here in my pajamas."

"You'd look pretty either way." Ron said, a deep blush rose to both of your cheeks. 

Rebecca said a quick goodbye that you were too distracted to hear and she slipped out. You stepped closer to Ron, awkwardly fiddling with the beaded embroidery on your dress. You looked up at Ron, blushing madly and trying to speak, only to find yourself choking on the air.

"Sorry," Ron said quickly, looking down at his feet and rocking back on his heels.

"Don't be," You said, sounding more panicked than you wanted. "I mean, I'm really flattered. You're really sweet Ron."

"At least I have that going for me," Ron said and airily chuckled. 

"You've got plenty going for you," You said, friendly punching him in the arm. "You're pretty handsome." You almost immediately regretted the words, a flurry of gut wrenching butterflies crashing in your stomach.

Ron blushed even more, and stuttered with a smile on his freckled face. "W-Would you like to go the dance with me?"

"It's almost midnight," You said with a small laugh.

"That won't stop me from enjoying your company."

Ron was smoother than you thought he was. "I would really love that," You said, stepping closer to him and accepting his arm. 

With his arm looped in yours, you walked from the common room to the dance. With his hands on your waist, and your arms around his neck, you danced with him until the dance ended and you were kicked out. Even then he insisted on dancing with you in the common room. "To make up for lost time when I was too scared to dance with you." He had said.