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2. Misunderstanding. [Ron Weasley]

[REQUEST ON TUMBLR]

Title: Misunderstanding.

Pairings: Ron Weasley x reader

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: none.

Request on Tumblr: Ronald Weasley x reader. You can use Y/N. No. 24, 32, 42. That's all..🙈❤ 

Prompts: 24: Fine, I don't need you - 32: Who do you think you are a prince(ss)? - 42: I heard you talking ...

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"Sometimes Ron can be such an idiot.." you said while laughing to Hermione.

"I know right! There are moments that you can't even talk to him in a proper way. He always has to say something dumb.."

Ron his eyes widened. His breath got heavier and he felt the blood running through his veins. Did he hear it right? Did he just hear you say to Hermione that you thought he was an idiot? You, his girlfriend? You of all people? That Hermione would say such a thing was no surprise, but it really hurt him to hear you say those words. If that was what you thought about him, then it was better to break up! Ron took his bag and left, he had a class to catch.

"Anyway I couldn't miss him. He may be an idiot, but he's my favourite idiot!" you said to Hermione.

She smiled. "Come we have to go, otherwise we'll miss our class!"

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A day had passed and you hadn't seen Ron for a whole day. You went to the Great Hall and took a seat at your house table. You scanned the Gryffindor table and saw Ron sitting. People were still strolling in and dinner wasn't served yet, so you could easily say 'hi' to Ron.

"Hi babe!" you said and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Where have you been the whole day?"

"Do you even want to know?" he asked harsh.

You we're a bit surprised by his answer. Harry was sitting next to him and looked at you?

"What's wrong?" you mouthed to Harry. He shrugged his shoulders. You made a gesture towards Harry asking him to slide a bit away so you could sext next to Ron. You threw one leg over the bench, so the bench sat between your legs.

"Ron? What's wrong?" you asked.

"Nothing",

"Yes there is?"

"Why do you care? I always say something dumb, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about?"

He shrugged his shoulders. "Listen, I don't want to talk with you right now. Go sit on your table!"

You sighed and rolled your eyes. If he act like that, you knew it was indeed better to leave. You stood up and walked back to your table. Anger was building inside you. How could he say such a things? What have you done wrong? Why were you even walking away? You had the right to know what was wrong. You turned back to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"What? I told you to sit on your own table!"

"Ronald Weasley! Who do you think you are, a prince? You can't just demand me what to do! If I want to sit here next to you, than I'm doing that. I have the right to know why you're mad at me! I'm not leaving before you tell me what I did wrong!" you shouted.

All the people in the great hall looked at the two of you. Ron stood up and came to you.

"Do you know what you should do?" he asked.