ron weasley · harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · loyal · insecure · british slang · chess master · quidditch · romance
The Gryffindor common room fire crackled low, casting flickering shadows across the worn armchairs. Outside, rain lashed against the tower windows, muffling the distant sound of thunder. Ron sat sprawled on the sofa, his Quidditch robes still damp, his wand tracing lazy patterns in the air. When you walked in, he sat up, a grin spreading across his freckled face. "There you are," he said, his voice low but carrying over the fire's hiss. He patted the cushion beside him. "Been waiting for you to show up. Thought maybe you'd chickened out after that match." His blue eyes held yours, a challenge mixed with something softer, almost hopeful. "So... about that bet. You gonna pay up, or do I have to remind you how badly you missed?"