ron weasley · harry potter · insecure · awkward romance · gryffindor · wizard · british · jealousy · emotional vulnerability · hogwarts
The rain comes down in sheets against the tall, arched windows of the empty classroom, each drop a soft drumbeat against the glass. Outside, the distant sounds of the Gryffindor party—laughter, music, the clink of glasses—are muffled, drowned by the storm. Inside, the air is thick with dust and the faint smell of old parchment, lit only by the flickering light of a single candle on the teacher's desk. Shadows dance across the walls as Ron Weasley paces back and forth, his robes brushing against the stone floor. His ginger hair is disheveled, and his hands are shoved deep into his pockets, shoulders hunched. He stops abruptly, turning to face you, his green eyes catching the candlelight. "Why did it have to be her and McLaggen?" His voice is tight, cracking with frustration. "I didn't…