Harry Potter Characters X Reader

"Mum, why" - ron

"RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY!"

Ron pulled away from your lips, grimacing as his mother screamed for him from the living room of the burrow.
You gazed up at him through your lashes as he pushed himself up onto his hands, from his previous position on his forearms, and rolled off the side of his bed landing with a quick thud before he ran out of the room, attempting to straighten his hair along the way.
"Yes mum!"
You could hear him trampling down the stairs as he called out to his mother; Mrs Weasley had been preparing breakfast while she waited for either the clock to strike 9 or for her sons, and daughter, to come down the stairs; but knowing her children, she waited for the first option.
"Ronald dear, can you fetch - where's your shirt?"
"Pardon?" you snickered as you heard your confused boyfriend barely reply to his even more confused mother. From the moment Ron's lips had touched yours, it was only a short amount of time before one of your clothes articles had gone missing, that was no shock to either of you; but apparently your dearest Ronald had forgotten who had lost theirs first.
"Darling i thought you slept in a shirt?"
"I don't- I mean, I didn't even-Merlin, (Y/N)!" Your boyfriend sputtered as he tried to think of an even slightly believable lie for what had been happening upstairs; I mean, Mrs Weasley already knew what was going on upstairs, having already known Ron was awake, but she'd like to hear what her youngest son had to say first.
While Molly continued to tease her son, you opted for quietly slipping out of bed, pulling on a pair of fitted grey pyjama shorts and searching for your missing sock among Harry and Ron's scattered clothing on the floor. You found your bra along the way but instead chose to throw it into Harry's bed instead of putting it on, oh the joy you would have when the poor innocent spectacled boy would shriek from finding it in his bed later; you'd have to tell Ginny all about it.
You had been rather close with Harry since you had grown up on the same street, only a few houses down and across the street. You were a half-blood, meaning your Mother was a witch and your Father was a muggle, but unlike Seamus's parents, your dad had actually known something was 'fishy' from the second it only took your mother 10 minutes to get ready; or so he says. He always told you he thought it was magic, but i guess he hadn't really expected it; at least not fully. He thought it was actually pretty cool though, he no longer had to take out the trash and do dishes, so he thought that was a bonus.
Petunia was always around your mother when you and harry were younger, and though she didn't care much for Harry's happiness, when she brought him over to your mother's house, where they would garden and have tea together, she wouldn't have to keep an eye on him and could simply let him run free without having to worry about if the kid died or not. Plus, nothing would spontaneously break in her house, and her little 'Duddykins' could relax with his friends over. She never really seemed to figure out that your family was magical, or partially at least, and your mother never planned on telling her either.
'There you are,' you thought to yourself as you found your missing sock. You pulled it on and approached the door of Ron and Harry's bedroom, glancing down both sides of the hallway before taking a turn and heading towards the staircase. You could still hear Molly and Ron talking as you softly padded down the steps, only to emerge at the end and head through the doorway in which your boyfriend and his mother were located.
"Oh just who i was looking for! (Y/n), darling, do come help me with breakfast."
"Of course Molly, it's no problem."
"Wait hold on a minute!" Ron just continued to watch the exchange as his mother and his girlfriend talked to each other like she had been a part of the family for years. "What were you screaming at me for then?"
"Oh i just wanted (y/n) to come and help with breakfast." Molly explained to her youngest son while continuing to stir some eggs that had been in a pot on the stove.
"Then why the bloody hell did you call me!" Ron shrieked as he gripped his ginger strands, pulling them back in exasperation, replying once more as he inspected the kitchen clock. "It's holiday and it's not even nine in the bloody morning yet!"
"Ronald, watch your language! It's bad manners, that's why" Molly turned pointing the wooden spoon at your boyfriend and sending little bits of egg everywhere, as you levitated the wash cloth from across the kitchen to clean up the egg, you made sure to have the damp corner whip your boyfriend in the neck before leaving it to clean up the mess in its required destination. Ron glared at you playfully, his blue eyes darkening in the slightest as they crinkled at the edges and his hair became more inflamed as a result.
'You're going to get it later' he mouthed the words at you as soon as his mother had turned away, back to tending the eggs. your only response being a wink in his direction before you turned back to assisting Molly with breakfast, choosing to cut and separate the strips of bacon in the sink that were to be fried right before the Weasley lot came down the stairs. Ron rolled his eyes, heading towards the staircase to return to his room to attempt to find a moderately clean shirt to put on; but not before pinching your bum cheek on the way out.
"Ronald!"

"Sorry mum!"