Wizarding World Imagines

Ronald Weasley ~ Sweater

Oops... sorry another Ron imagine but he is my favorite character and I've had this idea in my head for a while now... so... enjoy!

House: Gryffindor
Year: 5th
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I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, curled up in a chair, and reading a muggle book that my mother had sent me. It was the day before Christmas Eve which meant that most everyone had gone home for the holidays, leaving only a few behind. I chose to stay at Hogwarts because I didn't want my mother to try to guilt me into staying home like she almost had at the beginning of the school year.

It was getting late but I was so lost in the book that I couldn't tell. It was cold despite the bright flame of the fireplace. I felt as if I was being wat-

"Y/N? What are you doing up? It's nearly one in the morning," a groggy voice came from behind me.

"Is it? I must have lost track of time. What are you doing up, Ron?" I asked with a quick glance towards the red headed boy to know who it was.

"Oh, um, Harry. He's talking in his sleep," he answered, his face turning a light shade of pink. He was obviously lying.

"Oh, I see. How come you didn't go home? I thought your mum always planned a big Christmas."

"Yeah, usually. Her and dad went to go see my older brother in Romania." (A/N: DO NOT ATTACK I know that Molly and Author go to see Charlie Ron's first year but this is the only way I could write the story in my head)

"He works on the dragon reserve, doesn't he?"

"Yeah."

There was a bit of awkward silence the the room for a moment until I shivered.

"Are you cold? Here you can have my-" He held  out his red sweater before he could even finish his sentence.

"I'm okay, about to head up to bed anyway," I smiled up at him before putting my book mark in its place and standing up from the chair.

"No, take it. It's cold in the dorm rooms, too," he now stood in front of me with the sweater stretched out towards me.

"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning then," with that, I stood on my toes and kissed him on the check.

He stood there in shock for a moment, his face turning bright red now. I took the sweater from him and pulled it on over my head.

"Goodnight Ron!" Was the last thing I said before making my way up to my room.

I could have sworn that I heard Ron yell, "She kissed me Harry! The plan worked, well sort of. But she kissed me!"

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Ahhh! Sorry, it didn't really turn out how I wanted it to but i suppose it's fine. If you guys have any requests/ideas, DM or comment them!
                ~Grace