Blue Eyes and Freckles | Ron Weasley x Reader

Chapter 3 "The Sorting Feast"

Ginny helped you down from the horseless carriages. You thought they were very strange at first, but Ginny told you that they had always been like that. Luna claimed that there were real horses pulling them, but Ginny shot you a look that told you Luna was probably lying.
You walked with them through the gates and up to the castle. Luna was apparently telling Neville some very top secret information. Ginny had begun to tell you the latest gossip amongst the students, none of which you knew. You weren't really focused on her; your eyes were stuck on the ethereal piece of architecture in front of you.
"...And then he dated... Hey, are you even listening?" She asked. It broke you out of your trance.
"What? Sorry, I was looking at the castle. It's so big."
"You'll probably get lost, so I would suggest you make friends within your house quickly so they can show you the way. Speaking of houses, where do you have to go for your sorting ceremony?"
"The transfigurations classroom."
"Oh, that's really close. I'll walk you there."
You entered through the front doors and almost gasped aloud. Paintings lined the walls and the building looked about a thousand years old. You loved old architecture. Your heart ached slightly as it reminded you a bit of Ilvermorny. Ginny led you to the right and into a classroom. The desks had all been pushed out of the way and in the middle of the room there was a stool.
"I have to get to the feast, but i'll see you there when you're done. I hope you're a Gryffindor!" She said, grinning. Then, she left you alone in the room.
You looked around to see if anyone else was there. The headmaster had said he would meet you.
"Hello?" You called out.
No answer.
You walked up to the stool. The hat on it looked worn from years of use. You felt the sudden urge to try it on, since it was quite funny looking. You removed in from it's place on the stool and on to your head.
Well, well, well, A voice said. Were you too impatient to wait for Ol' Dumbledore?
You looked around, panicked, to see who was talking, but you were still alone in the room.
It's me, the voice said again. The piece of fabric on your head.
You whipped the hat off.
"Put me back on!" The hat said aloud. "Do you want to know where you belong or not!"
You were about to do just that when you heard an old sounding voice behind you.
"I see you've already tried out the hat." You turned around to see a graying old man standing at the door. He had a long, white beard and was wearing purple robes with half-moon glasses.
"Go ahead, may as well put it on again."
You picked up the hat again and put it back on your head.
Oh, so you would like to be sorted. The hat said.
    You weren't a big fan of its attitude. The headmaster looked at you reassuringly.
Well, you were too curious not to try me on, even without knowing if you were supposed to or not...
    You squeezed your eyes shut. Please be Gryffindor, you thought.
Gryffindor, eh? You wondered how the hat was able to hear your thoughts. You are brave enough to ask where to be placed.
    "She belongs in... Gryffindor!" The hat bellowed aloud.
    Relief washed through your body. The headmaster removed the hat from your head. You rose from the stool.
    "Professor McGonagall will bring you to the Great Hall for the feast. She will point out the Gryffindor table and you shall take a seat there." Professor Dumbledore pointed towards an old woman standing in the door frame. You walked up to her.
    "Hello, dear. Let's make an adjustment to your robes before we enter." With a flick of her wand, your robes now had the red logo of the Gryffindor house.
    You followed her down the corridor to the big doors of the Great Hall. Outside the doors stood a large group of first years, awaiting their turn in the sorting ceremony. McGonagall opened the doors for you and all heads turned. The first person you saw was one Ron Weasley. Him and his family's red hair stood out like a sore thumb. You watched as he looked down at your robes, noticing the Gryffindor symbol. You saw his face light up for a split second and then go bright red as he looked away. Next to him, Hermione was beaming. Whispering had broken out amongst the other house tables. You tried your best to ignore it. You made your way to sit next to Hermione.
    "Y/n! You're in Gryffindor!" She exclaimed. "That's wonderful!"
    "Yeah, I'm thrilled." You told her. "I'm so glad I already know you guys."
    "I'm happy about it too." Ginny said. She was sitting across from you.
    "We're pretty excited as well." Two voices said in unison.
    You turned your head to see the two red-headed twins smiling at you.
    "I don't think we've formally met," The one sitting directly next to you said. "I'm Fred."
    "And I'm George." The one sitting next to him said. They both stretched out a hand for you to shake. You did.
    "It's nice to meet you, I'm y/n." You told them.
    "It's a pleasure to meet you." Fred said. They both turned back towards each other and began having what appeared to be a very serious conversation.
    You brought your attention back to Hermione, Ginny, and Ron.
    "Where's Harry?" Ginny asked.
    You looked around. You hadn't realized that Harry wasn't at the table.
    "He'll show up. He always does." Ron said. He made eye contact with you. You held it for a moment and he looked away. You were so confused by him.
"Hopefully he shows up soon, the sorting is starting." Hermione said.
She was right. Just then, the doors to the Great Hall opened. McGonagall came in with the sorting hat. A line of first years followed.
The sorting commenced. One by one, first years were placed under the sorting hat, just had you had only a half hour ago. From this, you learned the other three Hogwarts houses: Slytherin, a tough looking bunch with sinister grins cast upon their faces when they received a first year; Ravenclaw, whose student's all stood established when a new member was announced; and lastly the Hufflepuffs, who smiled lovingly at every new student walked to join them at their table. Gryffindor was the rowdiest group. When a first year was announced to Gryffindor, Fred and George, along with lots of other seventh years, jumped up and yelled as loud as they could, their whoops and hollers echoing off the walls. Gryffindors took their new members in with great pride, and you were happy to be a part of it.
Finally, the ceremony was over and food appeared magically down the table. You dug in. The only food you'd eaten all day was a pack of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans on the train that Neville had bought for you to try. Everyone had filled their plates with piles of food, except for Hermione.
"Hermione," Ron said. "You have to eat something. I know you don't like that it's made my house elves, but there isn't any other food. You have to—"
He was interrupted by the sound of the doors opening. The hall went silent. There stood Harry, covered in blood, holding a bandage to his nose. He made his way to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Ginny, who immediately took the gauze from his had and used a cleaning spell to clean it so it was fresh. You heard snickering coming from the Slytherin table. You looked to find who it was coming from. You saw a boy with white-blond hair staring at you. His face was completely straight, but the two people next to him, a circular boy with a buzz cut and a beefy boy with acne, were doubled laughing. The blonde boy smirked at you, and you turned away.
"What happened?" Ginny gasped.
"I'll tell you guys later." Harry said. The bleeding seemed to have stopped so Ginny dipped the gauze into her goblet of water and started wiping the dry blood off Harry's face. You looked at Hermione, who had finally been persuaded by Ron to eat and was not filling her plate.
"Harry..." she started.
"Drop it, Hermione, okay? I'll tell you later."
"Alright."
The rest of dinner went smoothly. The food was great, and Fred and George filled you in on all of the pranks they've ever done at Hogwarts(some of which no one else knew about, which made Hermione go red and say "You really shouldn't have done that"). After the plates had been cleared, everyone began making their way towards the common rooms. You followed everyone else, but didn't join in on the conversation. The castle was confusing enough and you wanted to memorize how to get to the dorms so you wouldn't get lost. This task was proving difficult, as it all looked the same. Finally, you gave up. You walked over to Hermione, whose head was in a book.
"Hey," you started. She looked up at you. "Is Ron always this shy?"
You glanced at him quickly. He was deep in conversation with Harry and Ginny.
"He's always a little shy when he meets new people, but it's never this bad. I was thinking the same thing at dinner. I'm not sure why he's not talking." She said.
"Do you think it's because of me? Does he think I'm annoying?" You weren't a very insecure person, but you didn't want to come across as annoying.
"It might be, but I don't think it's because you're annoying. You're quite the opposite actually; I like talking to you, you have good stories." Then, she was lost to her thoughts.
You spent the rest of the walk wondering what you could have done to annoy the boy you haven't said two words to. Eventually, everyone stopped in front of a large painting.
"Welcome back students! Do you have the password?" The lady said.
"Abstinence" Hermione told her.
She handed Neville a piece of paper with the word on it("Thanks, Hermione..." he mumbled) as the picture swung open, revealing the common room. The room was decked in red and gold with tapestries covering the stone walls. Ron spread out on the sofa in front of the blazing stone fireplace. Hermione took a seat in the arm chair next to him and immediately curled up with a book. Ginny sat in the arm chair on the opposite side of the sofa, and Harry sat on the ground next to her. You sat next to Harry.
"Will you tell us what happened?" Ginny asked.
"Well, y/n doesn't know anything." He said, looking towards you.
Harry, Ron, and Ginny spent the next half hour telling you everything that Harry had been through in the past six years. You gasped subconsciously multiple times during the story.
"Wow. That's insane. I'm sorry this is all happening." You told him, sincerely.
"Well, there's not really much I can do if there's a madman constantly trying to kill me, is there?" He said.
Then he launched into his explanation as to why he came into the feast covered in blood. Hermione had put down her book to listen.
Long story short, Harry had taken his invisibility cloak to go spy on Draco Malfoy, the blonde boy who had smirked at you during the feast, because Harry had a suspicious feeling(to which Hermione said: "Harry, you can't just go spying on someone because you think they look suspicious"). Harry told you how Malfoy had figured out he was there, and when everyone left, paralyzed him and broke his nose. He'd been saved by Tonks who was doing a check.
The conversation branched from a very serious matter to trying to discussing what classes you all were taking this year. Finally, Hermione announced she was going to bed. You stood to join her.
"Hermione," you told her. "I'm not sure where my dorm is."
"Let's check the board." She suggested.
There was a bulletin board on one of the walls in the common room with things tacked to it like advertisements for shops in Hogsmeade, the wizard town that Hogwarts students got to journey too occasionally, lost clothing and pet posters, and school notices. There were also sleeping arrangements. Under Dorm 8, there was your name, alone.
"It looks like you have your own dorm!" Hermione exclaimed. "You're so lucky."
She lead you to your dorm and opened the door for you.
"Good night, y/n" She said, then closed the door.
There were four beds in your dorm, each with its own small closet next to it. There was a furnace in the center and all of the beds were set up in a circle around it. There was one bed with a trunk under it and a backpack sitting on top of it. That was clearly meant to be yours.
You decided to get yourself settled in the morning. You were too exhausted to do it tonight. You scrummaged through your trunk to find pajamas. Then, you settled into your bed for the best night of sleep you'd had in a very long time.