The Red Head Who Stole My Heart ~•Ron Weasley x Reader•~ (Book 2; Year 2)

Chapter 2

Y/n

As Harry considers Mr Weasley's question, a loud screeching comes from outside. Mrs Weasley turns, looking out the window while informing us, "Oh, that'll be Errol with the post." I turn to see Errol, the family's post owl, crash into the window suddenly. Most of us jump at the impact and Mrs Weasley sighs as she waves to the window, "Fetch it, will you, Percy? Please."

He nods, standing and taking them from Errol as he hops in through the window as if nothing happened. Opening it, Percy gestures to the parchment, "Oh, It's our Hogwarts letters. Ah, and they've sent us Harry and Y/n's, too."

Mr Weasley nods, "Dumbledore must know you're both here, doesn't miss a trick that man!"

Percy passes our letters, and I thank him, taking mine. Everyone looks over their lists for school, and Fred perks up, "Ooh, this lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spellbooks alone are very expensive." Mrs Weasley looks over Harry's shoulder reading off the list he's got in his hands, shaking her head reassuringly, "Oh, we'll manage," She takes the list from Harry's hand bringing it to eye level while saying, "There's only one place we're going to get all of this! Diagon Alley."

After putting the dishes to wash themselves, Mrs Weasley sends us up to get our robes. Going up to get Ginny as well, I walk into her room saying, "Gin, we're off to Diagon Alley, we got our letters in the mail just now!" She looks up from her desk, nodding, "Oh, okay!" She jumps out of her chair, rushing to change her shoes and find her robe.

Once we're all ready, I follow her down the steps over to the fireplace where the rest of the family is stood, clad in their robes as well. 

Mrs Weasley picks up what looks like a pot of dirt, reaching out her arm and gesturing towards me, "Right. Here we are, Y/n. You go first, dear." I tilt my head, my brows knitted in confusion and Ron points out,  "Uh, Mum, Y/n doesn't know how to travel by Floo Powder."

"Floo Powder?" Harry asks, looking at Ron. "What's that?" I ask consecutively, following suit.

"Well, then, you go first, Ron, to show her how it's done." Mrs Weasley says, ushering him over and offering him a handful of the dirt in the pot, presumably the Floo Powder. He stands in the fireplace, fist full of powder raised. Mrs Weasley instructs us to step back, and we do, watching as Ron shouts, "Diagon Alley!" He tosses the handful on the ground and this green flame consumes him.

I gasp and Harry flinches beside me, blinking confusedly as Ron's disappeared from the fireplace.

"You see? It's quite easy dear, don't be afraid." Mrs Weasley touches my shoulder, pulling me towards the fireplace, ushering me to step inside. I look around at the rest of the family, then at Harry, who still looks baffled as Mrs Weasley hands me the pot of Floo Powder. I reach over and grab a handful, as Ron did, and lift my fist the same way as she reminds me, "Okay, now, don't forget to speak very clearly!"

I nod and take a deep breath. "Diagon Alley," I say as clearly as I can muster, tossing the handful on the ground. The same green fire that whisked away Ron had taken me, and I suddenly appeared in a different fireplace with the same red haired boy standing in front of me instead.

"Ya made it!" He says, holding out his hand to me. I smile and take it, stepping out of the fireplace in front of him, saying, "It wasn't so bad! You're covered in soot, though," He shrugs a shoulder, dropping his arm to his side saying, "You get used to it." I reach up and wipe his cheek with my thumb, gently rubbing out some of the harsher spots of ash.

He scrunches his nose a bit as I do, glancing shyly to the side as his ears flush bright red- they always do when he's nervous. I unconsciously smile a bit, my hand lingering on his cheek before he looks back at me with an airy, anxious laugh.