the boys of harry potter imagines.

ron weasley.

"first quidditch game!"
exclaimed y/n as she pumped her fist,
watching ron's pale face go green.
"what's up with you?"
"he's just nervous,"
harry informed,
trying to shove the plate of breakfast closer to ron.
"it's alright, ron. you're gonna do great! you did fantastic at tryouts. now you've just got to do it again."
"there you are, weasle-bee!"
malfoy exclaimed,
y/n turned in her seat and kicked draco's shins.
he whimpered and limped away quickly,
y/n turning her attention back to ron.
"see? he's nothing but a trash talker. you got this."
y/n watched as harry tilted a bottle of a clear liquid into ron's cup,
but nothing came out of it.
"harry. what's that you put into ron's juice?"
y/n asked,
her and harry's grin bright.
"i don't know what you're talking about."
"no you did not! harry, you can't use liquid luck in games! ron, you mustn't drink that!"
hermione demanded.
ron didn't give it a second thought,
he threw the cup back and swallowed the content hastily.
harry and y/n tried to hide their smiles and giggles. but hermione was livid.
"you're going to get expelled!"
"relax, would you?"
y/n turned back to ron,
"how do you feel?"
"great! like i can do anything!"
"that's the spirit,"
y/n smiled and tapped his shoulder supportively.
soon they were out on the field,
and y/n turned to ron.
"you've got this, okay? just stay focused."
"yeah of course. stay focused."
he stared into her eyes and for a split second thought about kissing her,
she inched a little closer in before the whistle pulled them apart,
their game beginning.
playing against slytherin meant playing as dirty as you could get away with.
y/n dodged the buldger that threatened to knock her head clean off her shoulders,
and watched in awe as ron kicked it away from the goal.
"yeah! go ron!"
she cheered,
shooting him a thumbs up.
he smiled big and y/n continued flying on her broom,
scoring gryffindor a few points.
the game went on and soon it was over,
gryffindor winning with 180 points after harry caught the snitch.
the team touched down on the ground and celebrated loudly,
throwing ron up on their shoulders.
y/n laughed and began to cheer with her teammates until they entered the locker room.
y/n then began to tend to her bleeding lip and attempt to fix it up.
"hey! you played really great. see i told you, didn't i?"
y/n smiled as she watched ron through the mirror,
the boy shifting his feet.
"thanks! you were great too. how's your lip?"
"nothing i can't fix,"
she smiled and suddenly the cut was gone.
ron walked over to where she stood quickly,
turning her body around.
ron placed a hand at her ribcage as he pushed her up against the sink,
meeting with her lips.
y/n could feel the pulsation as they continued to intertwine their bodies.
his teeth sank into her bottom lip carefully as he pulled back,
the lust and love circling his brown eyes.
he stood in between her legs,
his hand still under her shirt in the place it had been.
she tangled her fingers in his hair and grinned,
ron mirroring her.
"what was that for?"
"a little thank you."
ron answered,
pulling her back in for more.
the couple stayed intact for a little while longer,
before he helped her down off the sink and walked with her to the common room.
"stop,"
she giggled playfully and dragged out her syllables,
ron pulling her in for one more lengthy kiss.
once they entered the portrait,
the celebration continued.
"there he is!"
"the man of the hour!"
fred and george cheered,
everyone erupting into claps and whoops for ron.
y/n smiled at him proudly and joined the people in their cheers again.
"still can't believe you two,"
hermione huffed as she joined harry and y/n.
"like i said hermione, don't know what you're talking about,"
harry shrugged and showed hermione the full bottle.
"ron didn't drink it? he only thought he did?"
harry nodded his head.
the three laughed together.
"y/n, why is your bottom lip so swollen?"
hermione asked.
"oh...uh, quidditch obviously."
"uh huh. and where were you and ron before you came in here?"
"i was in the changing room. i don't know where he was."
"interesting. where do you think that mark on rons neck came from?"
"looks like a qudditch bruise. it's a really rough game."
"on his neck?"
y/n felt her face heat up.
"i don't know."
hermione looked at the girl smugly and giggled,
"right, okay."
"everyone! everyone!"
ron yelled,
standing on the table so everyone could see.
"tonight, i have accomplished more than a quidditch game win! i kissed the girl of my dreams!"
y/n's eyes widened,
her heart racing.
ron was a little drunk,
off of the excess amounts of butterbeer that had obviously been spiked and adrenaline that settled within him.
"y/n l/n!"
he called out,
everyone moved out of her way,
rons eyes falling on her.
"such a beauty,"
he smiled and jumped off the table to walk to her,
soon holding her in his hands.
"be my girlfriend, will you?"
y/n giggled yet again and nodded,
ron pressing his lips to hers.
everyone erupted into loud cheers,
ron spinning y/n around.
"would it be wrong to tell you harry never gave you that liquid luck?"
y/n asked as she took a seat on ron's lap,
his arms snaking around her waist.
"he's only just told me. but what does it matter now? we're together, and i'm happy."
y/n smiled and felt ron's thumb toying with her bottom lip.
"i'm gonna make you the happiest you've ever been."