𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 ━━
✧˖*. | ❝I quite like it when Ron blushes.❞ | ✧˖*.
Kimberly Dresden is infatuated with Ronald Weasley. It is her last year at Hogwarts, but Ron has not made a move on her. They are both completely oblivious to each othe...
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Kimberly was allowed to visit Ron in the infirmary the next day after an incident - she wasn't sure what - landed him in there. She visited him during the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff quidditch game. She technically should have been there to support her own house, but she decided against it since Ron wouldn't be in the game anyway.
She sat by the bed he was sleeping on, patiently waiting. She wasn't watching him but cast glances from time to time since she thought it was odd to watch someone sleeping.
The gift she was supposed to give him was set on her lap. It was nothing important, really. There were chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's jelly beans, and the chocolate cake she made that was hidden in the gift box under a simple Extension charm.
Madam Pomfrey was off at the game, waiting in case something went wrong and someone got hurt as usual when it came to quidditch games. She trusted Kimberly enough to leave her alone in the infirmary with Ron.
If Jane had been there with her, Kimberly was sure she would have gotten kicked out since Jane was such a troublemaker with no respect for authority.
When Ron stirred and blinked his eyes open groggily, Kimberly sat up straighter and attempted on looking as if she hadn't been staring at him the whole time.
"K-Kimberly?" he asked once he set his eyes on her.
"H-Hi, Ron, I came to give you your present. Um - Hermione explained to me what happened, so... Yeah."
She extended her arms with the box in her hands and he grabbed it, setting it down to the side of his pillow.
"Right, thanks, but what exactly happened?" he asked. "I'm not dead, am I?"
"I hope not because that would mean I'm dead as well," she retorted. "You got drugged with a love potion. Not quite Amortentia, but a good enough knock of it."
He nodded, mouth parted as he stared at Kimberly.
"Do I have something on my face?" she questioned.
"No, no!" he denied.
"Right. If you're hungry, there's a cake in the box."
"In this tiny old thing?" he asked, rattling it.
"Extension charm," she simply said.
He sat up on the bed and opened the box, sticking his whole arm in there and taking out a cake that had a protective plastic cover over it.
"Whoa, this looks good!" he exclaimed.
"Thanks. Sally and Jane helped me make it for you. I hope you enjoy it."
"Yeah, thanks, Kimberly. I - "
"Get him on the bed!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed.
Harry was escorted into the infirmary, unconscious.
"What happened?" Ron questioned.
"Cracked skull," answered Fred.
"I'll see myself out. Good luck on your Apparition test," said Kimberly.
Through everything Ron had been through, he completely forgot about that.
