Break it Up (Ron Weasley)

21. The First Night

A/N: It gets a just little spicy towards the end of this chapter. Feel free to skip it if you feel uncomfortable. :)

"Y/n, can you tell me what happened?" Ginny asked once the boys had headed upstairs. We had spent almost the entire day playing bullshit, and Ginny and I were left to clean up the cards.

I didn't know how to answer her. What could I say that was believable, but also didn't make it look like Ron and I were fighting? "I think he was just mad that I was winning," I commented casually. "He's a sore loser."

Ginny laughed. "Yeah, you're right about that." She looked up at me smiling. "I don't want you guys to break up. You go so well together."

I smiled at her words, but inside I was breaking. "We're not going to break up," I said, falsely comforting her. Technically, it was true. We were never together, so we couldn't break up.

But I knew it was what was going to have to come. At some point. A "fake break up" as Ron had called it. I couldn't think about it for too long as images of Cedric and Hermione flooded my head.

"Good," she answered, snapping me out of my thoughts. "You know, he's probably just in love with you."

At the word "love" my stomach flipped. Ginny noticed my change in expression.

"He just doesn't know how to express it. Or tell you." She was saying this all so calmly.

"Oh," was all I could think to respond with. My mind was racing.

"So! Do you love him back?" she asked excitedly, leaning in towards me.

I didn't even have to think to answer that one. The words so easily left my tongue that I shocked even myself. "Yeah, I do. I love him."

She clapped her hands together and began jumping up and down. "You have to go tell him! Right now!" she exclaimed, pushing me up towards the staircase.

I couldn't respond. I just let Ginny guide me back up to the door of Ron's room. I stood there dumbfounded and didn't move.

"Good luck," she whispered before knocking on the door for me and shuffling away.

"What?" came from inside. I guess Ron was still in a bad mood.

I was definitely not going to tell him how I feel. Not right now. Not ever, actually. And I doubt he's in love with me. The whole reason we're still doing this is because he likes Hermione. Besides, he told me he's never been in love.

"It's me," I squeaked, sounding more nervous than I would've liked to. Ron opened the door slowly and gave me a weird look.

"Hi," he said.

I entered Ron's room to find the unrolled air mattress out on to the floor.

"Need help?" I asked, kneeling down next to him. I had to talk about something, anything else right now.

"I'm good," he said shortly.

I stood up and backed away. He's been nothing but rude to me since we arrived. The message he was sending was clear: he was not in love with me. In fact, he wants nothing to do with me right now.

And I have to keep reminding myself we're not dating. He's not my boyfriend.

"I'm gonna go take a shower," I huffed, gathering my stuff from my bag.

He didn't reply. He kept his focus on the mattress. I rolled my eyes at his lack of response and walked out to find the bathroom.

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I had just turned off the running water when I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"Just a second!" I called out, scrambling to wrap a towel around myself. "Come in."