𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦┃ 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

expressing emotions┃r‣weasley

You and Ron are always the last to finish up in the dining hall. The two of you remain so small in stature, but always manage to eat your fair share of food.

Tonight, Harry and Hermione wave at the pair of you at the table as they leave, after explaining where they are needing to be.

Harry is planning a romantic date for his and Ginny's one year anniversary, and Hermione has some studying to do- and a small rendezvous with Viktor Krum.

You and Ron don't mind and nod, before stuffing your faces again with content laughter.

"Y/n, how do you feel about toast?" Ron asks with a long smile, as piles upon piles of toast begin to pop up all over the table.

He dives his hands into the pile, throwing pieces of food between his fingers. "I can't say no to carbs," he gives a heavenly sigh and you find yourself giggling at him.

"Toast for dinner? No, thanks Ron I will let you munch out on those yourself. I think I will stick with the fettuccine, but you go ahead and indulge yourself," you give a wave of your fork, watching as some piles of the food disappear now- as you say you won't eat them.

"I will, and I'll enjoy every last piece" he mutters between the two pieces, smiling.

After some time Ron looks around the room, "where's the professor?"

You shrug, digging a spoon into some of the mashed potatoes in a bowl. Someone usually always stays until every person has cleared out of the hall.

"It doesn't bother me, it means we can eat more and take our time." Ron sends you a smile, his cheeks chip-munking with food.

"Fair enough. I'd love for some cherry pie to finish this off." You give a little groan, and before you can finish speaking, a large piece emerges onto a silver reflecting platter, and calling your name.

You and Ron never really talk about anything other than food- and maybe complain about certain subjects here and there, but never anything on a casual level.

Here's your chance, you smile back toward the table, your stomach fluttering.

"You know something Ron?" You are not exactly sure how to start your sentence, to gain his attention, and to keep it.

He easily looks over, raises his eyebrows, asking a silent question.

Again, you aren't sure if you should express your concern for being here so late. It is well into the night, and everyone else will be in their common rooms, finishing homework and going to sleep.

"We had better get back to the common room, I can only think of the trouble we'd be in if we stay any longer." You hate the idea of getting into any trouble, but Ron waves you off with a freckling smile.

"I didn't think you were finished eating besides y/n, the doors are closed and as long as we're quiet no one will know. It does seem like that cherry pie is calling your name." For whatever reason, the red hair and freckling boy besides you has gotten the best of you, and you find that the food matters more than safety.

He is surely rubbing off on you.  "Bloody hell y/n,  don't tell me you're a stickler for the rules ad well."

You cut into the crust of your pie, and shrug. "I guess it depends, I'd rather not get caught sneaking food, but hell the Hufflepuff's live right by the kitchen and can probably sneak in if they want too. I want food at midnight just as much as they do."

"Exactly, take what's yours, and we'll make sure to avoid any main hallways going back up to the common room if that makes you feel any better." He puts down whatever is in his hand, waiting for your approval or rejection.