Summer Love - Ron Weasley

31 - Blossomed Love

- Slight Time Jump

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It's been well over a month since my birthday. I wake up with familiar arms around my waist. I smile when I look back and see Ron laying there.

We've been falling asleep in my bed together most nights. And with me, that only means one thing.

Somewhere along these past few weeks, I took the plunge and fell in love with Ronald fucking Weasley.

I don't know when it happened or what did it, but one day, I realized I don't want the arms I feel around my waist to be anybody's but his.

I tried to never bring the topic up because dropping a bomb like that could have so many outcomes.

He could not love me back, he could just want this to be a casual thing so it doesn't ruin our friendship, he could not want anything resembling a relationship with anyone.

Even me. Which is the main fear swirling around my head whenever I decide to confront these feelings.

It's been so long since I've seen him in an actual relationship and who's to say he's going to change that just for me.

I don't even want to delude myself with the thought.

I push every thought that even has to do with love from my head as I slowly pry his hands off of me and get up to walk to my bathroom.

I make it to the sink so I can get a glass of water and I hear a noise.

"Lenie, come back to bed!" Ron groans, moving around on the bed a little.

I chuckle before I drink the rest of my water.

"You going soft on me, Ron?" I taunt while walking back into my room.

He chuckles and sits up slightly.

"Lenie, for you, I'd be the softest." he retorts, opening up the blanket to me.

I climb in and get on him. He puts his arms around my waist, this time locking me on top of him.

I down up at him and he's already closed his eyes. I see a strand of hair hanging in his face so I brush it off. He looks so beautiful in the moonlight and I'm so happy I get to see it.

"Promise me this room lasts forever. The peace and the warmth may have to stay between these 4 walls, but promise me that we'll always have them." I whisper as I rest my head in his chest.

"I promise." he replies, kissing me on my forehead.

I smile to myself as I drift back to sleep.

        ———

I wake up a little after 11 and I realize I'm no longer in my bed. I'm on the sofa and I hear talking in the kitchen.

I walk into the kitchen and I see Draco and Ron. I decide to just plop down beside them in one of the chairs.

"Good morning, my favorite boys." I exclaim, smiling at them.

They exchange a look and turn back to me.

"Why are you so happy?" Draco asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I had a great day yesterday." I respond, shifting my attention to Ron.

His bed head always catches me off guard but that's not the point.

"Hey, Ron. It's the weirdest thing." I say, looking at him.

He looks at me and smiles.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"How the fuck did I end up on the sofa when I went to sleep in my bed?" I ask, hitting him on his arm.