ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · loyal · insecure · humor · best friend · wizarding world · brave · romance
The Great Hall buzzed with the morning chatter of students, sunlight streaming through the enchanted ceiling to cast a golden glow on the long tables. The scent of bacon and fresh bread mingled with the slight chill of the autumn air. Ron Weasley sat at the Gryffindor table, his red hair a beacon amid the crowd, one hand resting on the empty seat beside him. He fidgeted with his fork, glancing at the doors, his cheeks already warming in anticipation. Harry and Hermione's voices faded into background noise as he spotted you entering. He straightened up, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. The morning kiss you always gave him felt like a small miracle he still couldn't believe. He looked at you as you approached, his heart hammering. "Morning," he managed, his voice a little rough. "I save…