seeker. (Ron Weasley ♡)

✰ Chapter 6 ✰

The Burrow was truly wonderful. Yes it was a bit small, but it was full of love and magic. It made me feel warm and welcome. The extra Christmas decorations made it feel even more homely.

"Right, Harry, you're with Ron. Y/N, you're with Ginny." We said thank you to her and dragged our luggage up the winding steps of the Burrow.

I put my luggage in Ginny's room. There was a mattress on the floor for me and Ginny's room had a massive window that overlooked the fields and small lake surrounding the Burrow. After chilling for a bit, we went over to Ron and Harry's room.

"Anyone up for Quidditch?" Asked Ginny. We all agreed and went outside. Fred and George joined us too, claiming that they were better than us all. The teams were myself, Ginny and Fred versus Harry, Ron and George. The twins were appalled that they were being split, but we played anyway. The Weasleys' broomsticks were quite old and not very fast, but they worked nonetheless. After a few minutes we really started getting into the game. I was flying around, looking for the old battered Snitch they owned. I finally saw it and sped up towards it. Ron, who wanted to try out being Seeker, sped along side me. I reached out for the Snitch and Ron bumped into me, causing me to slip off my broom, a few meters in the air.

I hit the ground and my shoulder hurt as I landed on it. I yelped out.

"Are you okay?" Said Ron. He had landed down beside me. "I'm sorry."

I got up, rubbing my shoulder. I looked at him, furious. "I'm fine. Leave me alone." And I stalked back inside.

Mrs Weasley was there and saw I was in pain. She rushed over to me and started to see what she could do with spells and medicine.

"What happened?" I told her about falling off my broom.

"Okay." She said, not looking at me.

"What is it?" I asked. She put down her book and wand.

"I know my son. I know there's something wrong with him. He would be talking excitedly about how awesome it is that you get to say, yet you've barely talked. What happened?"

I looked at her, astounded. "How did you-?"

"I'm a mother, dear. I know everything." She said, her eyes twinkling. "And I don't know what happened between you and Ronald, but something tells me that it wasn't good. I know what heartbreak looks like. Promise me something, Y/N. Talk to Ron. Not necessarily now, or tomorrow, but soon. I'm sure he misses you." She said, smiling sweetly. I looked up at her.

"I miss him too."

The door opened and Ron walked in. Mrs Weasley squeezed my hand and walked out of the kitchen.

Ron stood awkwardly by the door.

"Er, is your shoulder okay?" He said.

"Better." I said, not looking at Ron.

"Okay. I'm sorry." And before I could say anything else, he walked back outside. I sighed, and left to Ginny's room.

Over the next few days, Ginny and I spent a lot of our time in the kitchen with Mrs Weasley, preparing food for Christmas. She insisted on not using magic, as it felt more loved if it was handmade.

We spent the evenings in Ron and Harry's room, reading or talking. Ron and I weren't completely resenting each other anymore, but not exactly on speaking terms. Christmas Eve soon rolled around. We had spent the day in Diagon Alley, buying everyone gifts. I had bought Ginny a new perfume, Harry a book on Quidditch, Fred, George and Ron a collection of sweets and candy. Now we were all in the living room by the fire, Mrs Weasley and Mr Weasley waltzing sweetly while all us kids ate pies.