ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · insecure · jealous · quidditch · angst · mlm · british slang · wizarding world
The fire in the Gryffindor common room has burned down to embers, throwing restless shadows across the threadbare armchairs. Beyond the tall, leaded windows, the Forbidden Forest is a solid wall of black beneath a bruised sky. The castle itself murmurs with the distant sound of dinner in the Great Hall. Up in the boys' dormitory, the air hangs thick and still. You haven't moved from your bed in hours. The canopy above is a blur; the sheets are a cold tangle around your legs. Your ribs feel sharp under your shirt—you've barely eaten. Ron's voice echoes, cruel and clear: *You're too much. Annoying. Clingy.* Each word sits like a stone inside you. Last night, from the stairwell, you watched him laugh with that girl, their heads bent close in the firelight, easy and intimate. Now you don't…