Break it Up (Ron Weasley)

15. Midnight Snack

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Suddenly, almost as quickly as they closed, my eyes shot open, and I was awake. I had a pounding headache and felt a little nauseous. I glanced over to the clock. 2 AM.

Ron's arm around me was so comfortable that I didn't want to leave his embrace. But my stomach grumbled. I was also starving.

I had forgotten to really eat anything at the party. I was a little preoccupied.

As much as I didn't want to, I lifted Ron's arm up off of me and tried to slide out of his bed as discreetly as possible.

Just as I was about to open the door and head to the kitchen, a raspy voice from behind me spoke.

"Y/n?"

"Sorry!" I whisper shouted. "I didn't mean to wake you."

He rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness around us. "What's with you and waking up in the middle of the night?"

I laughed softly before answering. "I'm hungry. I was going to head down to the kitchen to get some food."

At the mention of the word "food" Ron perked up. He began to slide his legs out from under the covers. "Can I come?"

"Sure, but hurry up," I said, waving him over towards the door.

The two of us tip toed through the halls and made our way to the kitchen. The kitchen is off limits to students, but every once and a while, people sneak in.

Once we made it, Ron lightly shut the door behind us. "We're in," he grinned.

"Okay, what to get," I thought aloud while opening multiple cabinets and gazing over the endless amounts of food.

"What about peanut butter and chocolate chips?" Ron asked, holding up a jar of peanut butter.

I laughed. "Funny," I said, turning back to the shelves.

"I'm not kidding! Mum used to make it for us as kids all the time," he remarked, grabbing two plates from above my head.

"Okay..." I agreed skeptically.

"You'll love it. Trust me," he said, grabbing a knife and spreading a large amount of peanut butter on the plates.

He waltzed over to the other shelves to find chocolate chips. His eyes scanned each shelf individually before they found the yellow plastic bag.

"Here," he said while grabbing it off the top.

He dumped another large amount of chocolate chips on each plate and handed me a spoon.

"Dig in!" he exclaimed, getting a spoonful of peanut butter, dipping it in the chocolate chips, and taking a huge bite.

I made a skeptical face and looked down at the "meal" prepared in front of me.

"Come on! It's good! I swear!" Ron pleaded. He took the spoon out of my hand, got me my own spoonful of his creative plate, and held the spoon up to my mouth. "Open up!"

I laughed at his antics and took the spoon from him. I hesitantly opened my mouth to try it.

The flavors of peanut butter and chocolate blended together quite nicely, way better than I'd expected them to.

"Wow, this is really good," I said with a mouthful.

Ron looked excited. "See? I told you," he said before eating another bite himself.

The two of us ate in silence for a few moments.

"Y/n?" Ron asked, gazing off into the distance.

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever been in love?"

I was taken aback by his very out-of-the-blue question. The alcohol must still be taking effect on him or something. I wrinkled my nose in thought.

"I... I don't know," I stuttered.

"If you don't know, then you probably haven't," he responded, still not looking at me.

"Well, have you?" I asked with a little bit of attitude in my voice.

He turned to face me now, his blue eyes looking directly into mine.

"I guess not."

"Oh," was all I could manage to say.

Ron seemed lost in his own little world as he stared off into the distance again.

"You don't love Cedric?" he then asked.

Once again, his directness was surprising. I blushed.

But I couldn't tell him I didn't like Cedric anymore.

"No."

Ron let out a breath.

"Do you love Hermione?"

He knew that question was coming.

"I'm not sure."

This was once again surprising to me. I thought for sure, to go through all of this, he had to be in love with her.

"Well if you're not sure, then you probably don't," I said back to mock what he'd said earlier. He laughed.

"This plan is pointless then," he said after a while, fiddling with his hands. "All of this? For two stupid crushes?"

I sighed. "Maybe," was all I could think to reply with.

"But I don't want to stop. Don't get too excited," he said while playfully nudging me.

I grinned. "Whatever."

The two of us sat there on the floor of the kitchen with empty plates and full stomachs. We didn't say anything more. We just enjoyed each other's company.

Every once and a while, Ron would randomly laugh. I didn't know why. But his laugh was contagious, and soon, I'd be laughing too. Neither of us were sure why.

Ron looked up at the clock after a half hour or so. "We should get back to bed. Harry might have a nightmare and then he'll freak out when he realizes we're not there."

I nodded. Ron stood up and reached his hand down to me to help me up.

We made our way back to Ron's room discreetly, shushing each other every couple of steps.

We stumbled into the room together and found our way over to his bed in the dark. We had both just climbed in when Harry spoke out from the other side of the room.

"Could you two be any louder?" he scolded, sitting up and squinting. He wasn't wearing his glasses.

"Sorry!" we simultaneously whisper-yelled.

"What were you even doing up?" Harry groaned.

"Midnight snack," Ron replied.

Harry raised his eyebrows. "Oh Ron," he started. "She's a keeper."

Ron and I laughed at Harry's sleepy comments and laid back down.

He faced me on his side. "Y/n," he said.

"Yeah?"

"You're the best fake girlfriend ever."

Thank Merlin it was dark and he couldn't see the stupid grin on my face.

"Aw. And you're the best fake boyfriend ever."

He smiled in response and closed his eyes.

I wish I could've said that sentence without the word fake. I wish Ron knew how desperately I wished he was my real boyfriend.

I thought about our conversation in the kitchen. He said the plan was pointless. He even admitted to not being in love with her. Was he having second thoughts about liking Hermione?

I couldn't let myself get too excited. Even if he didn't like Hermione, that didn't mean anything about him possibly liking me. But I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face as I drifted off once more.