Harry Potter Preferences & Imagines

Img: Ron Weasley • Insecurities

Description: The reader gets insecure about herself and their relationship but Ron reassures her that she's amazing.

(Y/H) = Your House Name

Word Count: 459

!!!BEFORE YOU READ, PLEASE NOTE THAT THE MINDSET OF THE READER IN THIS CHAPTER IS NOT NORMAL. IF YOU FEEL THIS WAY, TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT YOUR FEELINGS PLEASE!!!

Reader POV

"Hey, Ron?" I asked my boyfriend as we walked hand-in-hand towards the (Y/H) Common Room.

"Yeah, love? What's wrong?" He asked, squeezing my hand reassuringly. I looked at his worried face and heaved a big sigh.

"Why do you love me?" I asked, genuinely curious. He gave me a strange look out of the corner of his eye, then stopped walking. He turned to face me and gave me a half-smile.

"What do you mean, babe?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing.

"I mean... Well, take Hermione for example. She's kindhearted, passionate, loyal, brilliant, and absolutely gorgeous. Why did you choose me when you could have had her?" I asked seriously, subtly letting his hand drop.

"Well, for starters, you talk about Hermione like she's some bloody goddess. Trust me, she's not. She has her faults, too." He explained, continuing down the hall slowly. I followed, perfectly matching his pace.

"I know." I replied shortly. He gave me another weird side glance, but kept walking.

"Secondly, you are every one of the things you just listed." He added. I let out a short, dead laugh.

"Yeah, sure." I muttered, rolling my eyes.

"You are, (Y/N). What was the first thing you listed? Kindhearted, was it? Well, just last week, I remember that you stood up for that group of first years being bullied. You said that 'all people deserve kindness.'" He reminded me.

"Well, I mean, I guess you're right... but still, my faults heavily outweigh my good qualities."

"The ones that you see." He responded.

"What?"

"The faults that you can see."

"I don't understand." I said, frowning.

"You always talk about yourself so awfully, like you're some kind of wicked witch or something."

"I'm just being realistic."

"Who put these ideas in your head?" He asked. He was really not-so-subtly asking if someone had been insulting or harassing me, and his voice was lined with a threatening tone.

"Nobody in particular. I just kind of figured it out." I mumbled. He stopped walking again, but this time paused to hold my face in his warm hands.

"Well, please stop thinking like that, then. (Y/N), I can tell that you don't see it, but you are beautiful. Whoever told you that you need to be a certain way to be pretty is bloody wrong and they are a complete idiot." As he spoke, the smile couldn't keep itself off of my face.

"You're incredibly smart, and you care more for the people you love than most of the people I know. I love you—all of you, including your faults. So, please, try to love yourself too, yeah?" He asked me. I smiled and my heart filled with a warm happiness.

"I'll try my best. And, Ron? Thank you."

"Anytime, love."