Break it Up (Ron Weasley)

2. First (Real) Date

After another hour or so of some unsuccessful studying, I returned to my room to get ready for my date with Ron.

Even though I had seen him literally an hour before, I missed him. The thought of getting ready to see him again sent those butterflies back to my stomach. I was starting to get used to the feeling.

I ran a brush through my hair and threw on some nicer clothes than my uniform. After all, this was our first date.

I made one last quick check in the mirror before opened the door and made my way down to the field to meet Ron.

He met me at the entrance. "Wait!" he exclaimed, holding his hands out to cover my eyes. "I want it to be a surprise!"

"Okay," I laughed, stumbling around to get used to walking without seeing.

"Just a little bit further..." he instructed, leading me forwards. "And... open!"

He pulled his hands away from my eyes and I was met with a red and white checkered blanket on the grass. On top of the blanket was a candle and a picnic basket. I glanced over at Ron, who looked very proud of what he had put together.

"Ron!" I gushed. "I love it!" I could barely handle all of the emotions flooding me at once. My heart was melting. He did all of this for me.

"Look! I added a candle!" he said, running over to gesture towards the flame. "That makes it romantic."

I laughed and sat down on my side of the blanket, still observing everything about the scene. My heart was so full in that moment, and all I could do was smile at Ron.

"What?" he asked in between laughs, noticing my staring at him was longer than usual.

"I just love it so much. It's perfect," I said, but I knew words couldn't express how I was feeling in that moment.

"And for food I packed..." he started, grabbing the handle on the cover of the picnic basket. "Drum roll please," he instructed, motioning to me. I immediately started patting my legs and rolling my tongue to mock a drum roll. "Ta-da!" he exclaimed, pulling the cover off. Inside was a perfectly cooked margherita pizza with a single leaf of basil in the center. "It's margherita! Your favorite," he said.

My heart couldn't take it. No one has ever done anything close to this nice for me before. I just sat there, jaw hanging open and hand clutching my own chest. "Ronald Weasley... you are by far the best boyfriend ever. In the history of the world," I remarked, still in shock.

"Yeah, yeah. I know," he said, shrugging it off. "Let's eat!" he exclaimed while reaching into the basket to pull out a slice. I followed his actions and grabbed my own piece.

I couldn't help but study Ron as he ate his pizza. He must have showered right before this, because his red hair was still a little damp, and the smell of aftershave was stronger than his usual scent of autumn. Although he ate like an animal, something about it was cute and at the same time enticing. I laughed to myself before taking a bite of my own slice.

As we ate, I looked around at the environment. It was just before sunset, so the sky had a pinkish tint to it that made the whole field feel cozy.

"You know what's funny?" Ron asked in between bites. He didn't wait for me to answer. "Margherita pizza. I mean, who came up with the idea that pizza with mozzarella cheese only should be an entirely different type of pizza than regular cheese pizza?"

I couldn't help but laugh at Ron's ridiculous analysis of different pizza types, but something about it was so on brand for him. Soon enough, he was laughing too.

"You look pretty tonight" Ron said, stopping chewing for a moment to look at me up and down. "Not that you don't look pretty all the time, of course," he fumbled, trying to recover from something he thought he said wrong.