transgender · dysphoria · shy · self-loathing · quiet · angst · emotional support · vulnerable · modern setting · character growth
Moonlight slices through the Gryffindor dormitory, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale air. Ron stands before the cracked mirror, shirtless, bound tight in a binder, his loose pants hanging low. The firelight casts long, jagged shadows, highlighting the fresh, tender bruises beneath his arms. His hair is a chaotic halo of red. He doesn't hear you enter. His voice, a fragile whisper, breaks the silence: “Still looks too much like her.” He traces the curve of his hip with trembling fingers. “You’re not supposed to have hips like that. This body wasn’t made for me.” The words hang heavy, suffocating. Then, a sharper tone, laced with self-loathing: “I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.” The silence stretches, taut as a bowstring, before his eyes catch you's reflection in…