Ron's Pov
"Well at least you two have Valentines, I have nobody but myself." I sulked. Valentines day was tomorrow and I had no Valentine. Harry had Malfoy, Mione had Parkinson, but I had no one. Lavender Brown and Hannah Abott had asked but I rejected them. "Oh calm down, if it makes you feel better, we'll go to Hogsmead after our dates and bye you chocolate frogs." Harry stated and I gave him a small smile. We reached the Great hall and sat down in our usual spot. There was the sound of flutters and hoots as many owls flew in to give the post to their owners. Harry got an owl from uncle Remus and Sirius asking if we were well and Hermione got a letter from her mum and dad who had learned to use owl post during the summer. I looked up at the owls swooping above our heads. Failing to notice a pitch black one land in front of me. Harty and Hermione turned their attention towards the owl then to me. I shrugged at them, took off the letter and read it.
To:Ronald Weasley
Your hair is red
Ravenclaw's blue
You love Quidditch
And chicken stew
You're quite piculiar
But that's how I like it
You're a peice of art
Your eyes are just striking
You wanna know who I am
I'll give you a clue
I'm someone you know
But you think of me as rude
From: Your Valentine
My breath hitched in my throat and I felt the heat rise to my face. Someone had written this letter for me?! Someone took the time, to write this letter, to make the poem, and it's all for me? I was more than shook. I was mortified, but in a good way. "What is it?" Hermione urged motioning to the note. I didn't say anything. After a while she impatiently snatched it out of my hands and read it. "Awww, Ron!" She squeeled. Harry read it after and chuckled. "Looks like you do have a Valentine after all." He chortled. "Shut up." I spat and got up to leave, my face, neck and ears were way to red to stay. As I got up, I noticed a flash of green and a white, toothy smile out of the corner of my eye. I turned around to see that Zabini was leaving as well. He noticed I was wafching him and smirked at me before winking. I stood there a bit dumbfounded before walking briskly out of the Great Hall.
It can't be,
Can it?
Hi guys, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY ❤️❤️❤️
I love you all so much and hope you enjoyed this short Valentines Day Special, let me know if I should make it into a story or at least a part 2. I hope you all have a great day, know that I love every single one of you and you mean the world to me.
Byeee bishess❤️😘✌🏿
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Pumpkin Spice (Blairon)
FanfictionBlaise Zabini has been tortured by his 'mother' and step fathers for years now and has anxiety and anger issues but hasn't told anyone, not even his best friends Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, except they figured out about his anger issues, the b...
