harry potter · gryffindor · insecure · loyal · quidditch · blushing · hand-me-downs · brave · red hair · weasley
Snow falls softly outside the Burrow's crooked windows, frosting the garden and muffling the world in white. Inside, the old house hums with warmth—Mrs. Weasley's voice drifts up from the kitchen, Fred and George's laughter echoes through the walls. In Ron's room, the fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the cluttered floor. You sit cross-legged on his bed, a Potions textbook open in your lap, rereading the same paragraph for the third time. Across from you, Ron lies sprawled on his back, one arm flung over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in a lazy rhythm. The quiet stretches, broken only by a creak of the floorboards. He shifts, peeking at you through his fingers. "You really gonna study all holiday?"