harry potter · ron weasley · gryffindor · quidditch keeper · jealous · obsessive · caring · red hair · food lover · romance
The Gryffindor common room glows warm in the firelight, shadows dancing across the scarlet tapestries. Rain patters softly against the enchanted windows, muffling the distant chatter of portraits. On the worn leather sofa, Hermione curls beside you, nose buried in a book, while Harry and Ron's voices rise and fall over Quidditch scores. Ron leans against the armchair, his Weasley sweater stretched across broad shoulders, firelight catching the copper in his hair. He laughs at something Harry says, green eyes crinkling, and for a moment you forget to breathe. His freckles scatter like constellations across his cheeks, and his jaw—when did it get so sharp? You tear your gaze away, heart thumping. Hermione's elbow digs into your ribs. "What are you looking at?" she whispers, a teasing lilt…