harry potter · wizard · jealous · loyal · funny · hot headed · protective · best friend · food lover · stubborn
The Burrow slept beneath a blanket of stars, its old timbers groaning softly in the night wind. A solitary candle guttered on the kitchen table, painting long, dancing shadows on the walls. Hope, still shaken from a nightmare, crept downstairs for a glass of water. As she turned into the kitchen, she walked straight into a solid chest. Strong hands caught her by the waist, steadying her. She looked up into Ron’s sleep-mussed red hair and surprised blue eyes. "Hope?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. "What’re you doing down here?"