Summary: Where you find out that there are some good disasters.
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[Weird!Reader]
[House Neutral]
[4th Year, Yule Ball]
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Perfect Together
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Ron huffed, flopping down on the settees and sighing defeatedly.
The Yule Ball is in two days, and he never even had a date! He tried to ask Fleur Delacour from Beuxbatons, yet he didn't even succeed.
Running a hand through his hair, he looked around the Gryffindor common room, only to find couples, making him kind of jealous.
Ron had to admit; he was desperate for a date.
Slightly glaring at the couples, his eyes landed at you, eventually getting filled with hope as he saw you sitting alone, staring at lovers, trying to creep them out.
In which you succeed.
Ron smiled slightly. Rising from the settees, he approached you, and you noticed his towering presence over you.
You finally looked up, and greeted him. Ron sat beside you, and he rested his back down.
You glanced at him with dreamy eyes, which held some weird atmosphere everytime you looked at someone passing by. Your stares are just.. weirdly creepy.
He gulped, realizing how hard it is to ask out a girl to a date.
"Hey, Mr. Weasley."
You called him like anybody else. Adding "Mr." or "Ms." to every name.
Ron got confused, wondering about your unexpected respect towards him.
"Uhh, there's no need to call me 'Mr. Weasley'. I sound so old."
You shrugged, not looking up from what you are doing.
"Fine then, Mr. Ron."
Ron mentally facepalmed. Yet he still laughed outside. You stared at him, since you are wondering why he's sitting beside you.
"Just call me Ron."
He then replied after his laughing.
"Okay, but... why are you here? Do you need something?"
Ron then realized why is he there. To ask you out on a date.
"I-I just want to a-ask you out on a d-date..."
He stuttered, nervously scratching his neck then fiddling with his fingers."Okay, Mr. Ron."
He looked up, happy. He grinned from ear to ear.
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