HarryPotter Character One-Shots {Requests OPEN}

Young!Reader x Ron

(Art does NOT belong to me!

Note: Y/n means Your name. Y/l/n means Your last name.)

It was third year for me and my friends, when I started to get these feelings.. The hot-head, freckly, cute little Weasel had truly captured my heart. It sounds dumb when I try to put it into words.. But I really feel this way and I just can't help it. Ron was always so kind. We're the best of friends.. And I don't want to lose that. That's what's stopping me from telling him my true feelings.. well that and also that I'm a nervous wreck. But–

My thoughts were interrupted by a hand clicking in front of my face.

I shook my head to clear my head full of troubled thoughts and realised I was staring at Draco Malfoy. I internally shuddered and looked to my saviour.. Hermione. I smiled weakly at her and continued listening to Ron ramble on about Quidditch. I began buttering a piece of bread and then took a small bite. My thoughts took over once again.

His cute, freckled, face. Orange hair that shone in the sun like a warm fire. His adorable smile that any girl would fawn over. I sighed dreamily and took another small bite of my buttered bread. I got nudged in the side and almost choked on my food. I looked at Hermione, confused and slightly angry, but she just returned the look. 'What is it Hermione? Do I have something on my face?' I said with a hint of anger lacing my voice.

She huffed and said in a hushed whisper, 'You were staring at Malfoy again! Ron almost saw! What are you playing at Y/n?'

My expression fell and I could feel eyes on me. Ron and Harry were staring at me, their eyebrows knitted in confusion. 'What's goin' on–' Ron tried to ask but I swiftly got to my feet, taking my buttered slice of bread and exiting the Great Hall. I growled externally at myself as I quickly made my way back to the Gryffindor Common Room.

I practically growled the password at the Fat lady, ('No need to be rude about it!'), and she let me through. I ran up to the girls' dormitory and grabbed out my diary from under my pillow. I started scribbling down my mixed emotions.

I was staring at Malfoy again! I cannot believe myself! He's such an obnoxious git! 

Thankfully, Hermione saved me before Ron or Harry saw... But still. I'm really annoyed with myself.

Ugh someone's knocking at the door. Write later, bye.

I put down my white quill and shoved my diary back under my pillow case. I trudged to the door and pulled it open, getting hit in the face in the process. I yelped in pain and grasped my nose. 'Ronald Weasley! What on Earth was that all about?' I screeched. He looked alarmed and started  asking if I was alright. 'Why do you knock so hard...' I questioned, taking out my handkerchief and wiping my nose to see blood.

I sighed and looked back up at Ron. I giggled at his shocked face as he stared at the blood on my handkerchief. 'A-Are you alright? I'm so sorry Y/n.. I really didn't mean for that to happen...' Ron's voice trailed off. I gave him a sly smile and said, 'I would have been surprised if it were on purpose Ronald.' No I wouldn't. I don't deserve to be friends with him. He was just kind enough to let me into him and his group.

I don't deserve to be here.

He laughed nervously before asking softly, 'What was all that about?.. In the Great Hall, before?' Quick! Come up with something! 'I, uh, remembered I didn't finish my... herbology homework! You know it's due today!' I said quickly. I had actually finished it a few days ago, but it was the first thing I could think of!

Ron raised an eyebrow quizzically. 'It's not like you to leave your homework 'till last minute Y/n.' He said, in a questioning voice. I gave my best fake laugh and scratched the back of my neck. 'Well!,' I started, 'I've been busy with– Q-quidditch! Ya know, all that strategy we have to learn for the next game!'