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

Chapter 3

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Y/n

We'd shoved our things into the trunk of the Ford Angela and I ran to the front side of the car and said, in a happy tone, "I call the front seat!" I wave my hand in the air while Ron gets into the driver and me in the passenger.

Harry rolls his eyes and moves himself into the backseat with Venus and Hedwig. I smile and poke my head out the window as we ascend and a couple of muggles spot the flying car. I quickly tap Ron's arm and point down, out the window. "Ron, maybe you should know that most muggles aren't accustomed to seeing a flying car?" 

He nods quickly and looks down clicking the invisibility button on the dashboard. "Right.." 

We pass many mountains and valleys, passing through the clouds, all with me leaning against the car door and dreamily looking out the window. I see the car's blue color reveal itself from outside and I turn around, seeing Ron press the button multiple times, "Oh no... The invisibility booster must be faulty!" 

My eyes widen and I look back at Harry who's trying to help Ron get it to work. "If it doesn't work, then we need to go lower. We have to find that train." Harry says looming over the middle console between us. 

"Alright." Ron pulls a lever and turns the wheel, making the car go down onto a long train track. "Ron, you found it!" I cheer. He lands on top of the track and continues driving down it, hoping to see the train soon. 

"You hear that, boys?" I smile and perk up. "Hold on..." Harry says suspiciously. All three of us turn around to see the giant scarlet train hot on our tail, inches away from running the whole car over! 

We all scream and Ron thrusts the car over the side of the tracks in order not for us to get crushed. The car teeters and flips all the way around. I have one hand on the roof and one on the dashboard, trying to hold myself in place. Harry gets flung back into his seat and he catches Hedwig's cage before she goes flying. 

The car continues doing flips and my hand travels from the dashboard to the door. Bad idea. The door flings open -me still holding onto it- and I get flung out of the car, waaaaaay above the ground. 

I hold onto that door for dear life and Ron looks over as the door opens yelling, "Y/N!!!! HOLD ON!" I begin to start losing grip and I yell, "I'm TRYING!" 

The car floats over the train as I keep trying to hold on. One of my hands slips off of the handle, leaving me with only one hand able for me to stay alive. "Harry, take the wheel!" Ron yells at him while climbing over the middle console and onto my seat. Ron holds onto the chair and reaches his hand out as Harry continues to jerk the car in different directions, trying to straighten it out. 

I reach up and grab his hand, only to let it go again, almost falling to my death. "Ron, HELP ME!" He reaches further, making it easier for me to grab his hand. 

I finally take his hand firmly and he pulls me up into the car. Harry manages to straighten out the car and as it moves, I fall on top of Ron. 

Our faces are centimeters away from touching and both of our faces heat up in embarrassment. Before I sit down, I quickly wrap my arms around his neck, giving him a tight hug and whispering, "Thank you for saving me...my hero." He hugs me back and I swear, his face went brighter than his hair!

I quickly climb over the middle console, breaking the sweet moment so that Harry doesn't feel like a third wheel. (Been there, done that.) I bring my legs onto the chair of the backseat and help Hedwig and Venus get repositioned again.