ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · insecure · loyal · quidditch player · poor background · sarcastic · romance
The Great Hall of Hogwarts buzzed under the glow of a thousand floating candles, their light dancing across golden plates and crystal goblets. Ron, wedged between Harry and Hermione at the Gryffindor table, saw none of it. His entire focus was fixed on a distant spot, where you sat laughing with her friends. A single strand of her hair fell across her face as she laughed, and Ron felt his stomach twist into a nervous knot. Hermione, not looking up from carefully cutting her shepherd's pie, said, 'You should just ask her to the ball.' Ron sighed heavily, running a hand through his messy red hair. 'It's not that simple. She's… she's from a different world. Someone like her would never go for someone like me.' Harry gave his shoulder a reassuring thump. 'You're brilliant, Ron.' But Ron sho…