Break it Up (Ron Weasley)

1. Why Ron doesn't like the Library

"Hey, you doing anything right now?" Cedric asked, approaching me later on in the library.

"Well, I was studying," I sighed, flipping recklessly through random pages of my Potions textbook. "But it's not going well." I turned around in my chair to face him. "What's up?"

I looked up to see Cedric's usually smiling face scrunched up and twisted into concern.

"Ced? Is something wrong?"

"No..." he trailed off. "No. Nothings wrong. We just haven't hung out in a while, that's all." He still appeared worried and there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

"We literally hung out a couple of hours ago," I laughed, glancing over at the clock that hung on the wall above us.

"I meant just the two of us," he said, his eyes darting around the room. Something was definitely up with him.

"We did," I said. "At the game... are you sure you're okay?"

"Right. The game. But, I have to talk to you about something. Kind of important," he said.

"Oh... okay," I answered hesitantly. My eyes landed back on my textbook. "I have some time now, if you want," I offered, patting the empty chair next to me.

"No! Not now, I can't," he said. He seemed almost... jumpy? I couldn't put my finger on it. "How about tonight?"

I smiled warmly. "Sure. My room?" I prompted.

He cracked a faint smile. "Perfect."

He stood up and walked out of the room as slowly as ever. That was, by far, the weirdest conversation I'd ever had with him.

It was true though. The two of us hadn't hung out alone in forever, more than just the quidditch game after school today. It was much different than the years before, where we spent every waking second by each other's side.

But, we're both in relationships now. Things were going to be different.

I couldn't focus on Cedric's odd behavior too much. I had a lot of studying to do. My grades haven't been so great recently since a lot of my time has been spent on a certain little plan...

But now, that plan is over, and I have more time to work on my schoolwork. Just as I refocused on my book and the information on the page, the door to the library slammed open abruptly. Everyone jumped and turned to see what had caused such a loud commotion in the otherwise hushed environment.

"Y/n!" a voice called out. It was Ron, breathing heavily with sweat glistening across his forehead.

His volume was not appreciated in the library, earning him lots of shushes and dirty looks. The fact that he had called my name did not get me any friendly glances either. He sheepishly made his way through the bookshelves over to me.

"Ron!" I scolded him quietly. "You do know this is a library, right?"

"Sorry! I got too excited," he whispered back, sitting down in the chair next to me. He sighed and threw his head back, still out of breath. He seemed worked up.

"Could you be any louder?" came an angry voice a couple seats over from us. It was Draco, with his usual displeased face and his eyebrows raised.

"Sorry," I apologized.

"Weasley comes in to the room and all of a sudden the room is louder than auditorium when marching band is practicing," Draco shot, earning him a couple of laughs from the other Slytherins that sat behind him.