ron weasley · harry potter · friends to lovers · jealous · insecure · quidditch player · gryffindor · british slang · awkward romance
Pale November light strains through the high windows of the Gryffindor common room, stretching shadows over the threadbare armchairs. A fire snaps and crackles in the grate, its heat fighting the damp chill clinging to robes after the morning's Quidditch drills. The air carries the scent of wet wool and burning oak. Ron Weasley sits slumped forward, his freckled face carved in firelight and shadow, a faint flush still high on his cheeks from the cold. Hermione is tucked into a corner, absorbed in a heavy tome, while you settle nearby. Ron's eyes remain fixed on the dancing flames, his voice low and slightly ragged. "Have to admit, I thought I was going to miss that last one. Hope Cormac's not taking it too hard." He hesitates, then turns his head, his blue gaze resting on you, unreadable.…