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Ron imagine for xleafachanx

Imani's POV

I was walking to the Great Hall for breakfast on Saturday with my friend Sofia, who's a Gryffindor. I'm a Ravenclaw. When I went through the sorting, the Hat told me to choose Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, because I was nice as much as I was intelligent. That was four years ago - now, both of us are in our fourth year. Me and Sofia are extremely close - we've known each other since we were eight. She was that really antisocial girl that was reading all the time, and one day, I walked up to her and told her that the book she was reading, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, was really good, and we grew closer as the days passed.

I play Quidditch for Ravenclaw, and I'm pretty damn good, if I do say so myself. I'm a keeper. I fell in love with Quidditch during my first lesson. Sofia, on the other hand, was into commentating. It was amusing to listen to her yelling " THAT WAS A FOUL, YOU FILTY ANIMA- oh I'm sorry Professor Mcgonagall. That, was a filthy foul. OH! OH OKAY HUFFLEPUFF'S GOT THE QUAFFLE OKAY ONE TWO THREE AND HE GOALS! SUCK ON THAT, MARCUS!" It was especially amusing when she targeted Marcus Flint since he used to bully her.

I was brought back into the present by Sofia cackling and pointing at Draco who was with Pansy, that git. Pansy had pug ears and looked sulky. At once, I suspect Sofia. She's a master at hexes, we both are. Sofia continues to eat her breakfast, occasionally choking with laughter. I smiled. I wasn't talking as much since I have a match against Slytherin tomorrow. I throw a glance at Sofia, who's finished. We walk out to the black lake.

"So," she starts.

"What."

"How's RONNNNN?"

I fancy Ron. I have a thing for gingers. Well, one specific ginger. Ron. Sofia has her eye on Fred, even though he's two years older than us. I shake my head, and nudge my head into the direction of Ron and Lavender. Sofia snorts, and casts a hex under her breath that lights Lavender's hair on fire. I laugh and walk with her. We reach the Quidditch pitch, and I mount my broom, a sleek, beautiful nimbus 2000. Sofia takes her normal place, and prepares to hex the balls. I dodge three bludgers, catch the Quaffle and shoot eighteen goals. After an hour of more bludgers and Quaffles, I give her the signal and she puts back the balls. We do our "SUCESS" handshake and we walk to the Gryffindor common room, which I can enter since Sofia sneaks me in. 

Once I'm on the couch, I begin singing We Are The Champions. Sofia joins in, and soon, we're this unusual duo, Sofia being the out of tune one and me being in tune, Sofia singing like a dying cat and me singing normally, well, at least I try. I hear clapping and turn around to see Ron and Fred.

I swear I see Sofia's cheeks darken. SHE NEVER BLUSHES. I, on the other hand, have my eyes stretched to the size of ping pong balls. Ron smiles and says, "Imani, you're really good at singing." "You, I thank." Great. I've turned into Yoda. Sofia snorts.

"Sofia, can I talk to you?" Fred asks her, and I give Sofia a sneaky wink. She sticks her tongue out before walking off with Fred.

"So." Ron says.

"So." I mock him.

"Wouldyoupleasegoonadatewithmetomorrowat8pmattheastronomytower?" He blurts out.

"What?" I ask.

"Would you please go on a date with me tomorrow at 8pm at the astronomy tower?" He asks, calmer.

"Yes!" I say, and he gives me a kiss on my cheek, leaving me flustered.

He says, "Come on, Fred." and I stare at Sofia, who looked weird.

Pah.

They leave and I walk over to her.

"What happened?" I ask.

"He kissed me on the cheek. I WILL NEVER WASH MY FACE AGAIN." She declares.

I snort and sit down with a book.

I can't wait for tomorrow.

PART TWO COMING SOOOOOON