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rupertsfangirl · 5 months

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Ron Weasley Imagine-He Catches You in the Act

Word Count: 1.2k

Disclosure: some spanking, praise kink, light choking, pet names.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

Context: You (witch, sorry boys) are already in a relationship with Ron and are currently at the burrow. It is late and Ron went to shower but you were feeling aroused and thought you could do it quickly while he was in the shower.

Y/NN = Your nickname

The bed was lumpy but soft; it made me feel warm, especially after the busy day I had. I rolled over from having my face buried in the pillow to be on my back. I looked up at Ron, he was on his way out of the bedroom door.

"Where are you going?" I say curiously, tilting my head slightly.

"Shower," He said bluntly

"Really, this late?"

"I'm filthy, y/nn."

"But the bed's so warm-" I move my body into a suggestive position "-and i'm in it."

He blushed a bit letting out a small laugh; while shaking his head he walked out the door. I crossed my arms in a pout, I was feeling very horny and impatient. I got off the bed and stuck my head out the door, peering into the stairwell. I could only see darkness in both directions. I closed the door moving back to the bed, what if I just took care of it myself? I pulled out my wand to cast the muffliato charm, failing to think about locking the door; then I got myself comfortable on Ron's bed. I could smell him and it made me want him even more. I quickly removed my pants and underwear and began to touch myself in all my erogenous areas. I let out husky breaths of pleasure, losing concept of when and where I was. The feeling of my fingers was both hot and cold as I ran them across my body.

Suddenly, the door opened. Ron stepped in wearing only some loose pajama pants. He noticed me on the bed and what I was doing. My face flushed and I yanked the blanket over my body and face. He walked over to the bed and sat to my right while placing one arm near my left side. I lowered the blanket to just below my eyes to reveal Ron staring from right above me. The tops of his ears were red, cute, I thought to myself.

He smirked, "Why'd you stop?" I looked at him and pulled the blanket back over my eyes but he stopped me and pulled it down.

"You left me all alone," I sat up and leaned in close to his face. "What else was I supposed to do, when you know I'm impatient," I whined. He rolled his eyes playfully and placed his hand on my chin pulling me in. Our lips touched, and I could feel the heat of his mouth. Shifting a bit closer to each other he placed his hand on the back of my neck. His tongue finding its way into my mouth and intertwining with mine. The moment lasted until we pulled apart to catch our breaths'.

"Don't let me keep you from your pleasure, bunny," He whispered against my neck as he ran down it with kisses.

"B...but I need you to do it."

"You were doing just fine before I walked in," he positioned himself behind me. I was sitting in his lap still exposed with my head on his shoulder.

"I want to watch you," he said with a sort of stutter but I could tell he was trying to sound demanding. Ron grabbed my wrist and led it down so my fingers hovered over my clit.

"Baby, but this feels-" I moved only my eyes to look at him "-degrading."

"I thought that's what you liked," he said back playfully. I bit my lower lip, throbbing after hearing his words. He released my wrist and I began to touch myself feeling the hot and cold sensations of pleasure again. His hands began to trace my body's sensitive areas causing me to bend to his movements. Our lips met again as he brought his hand under my shirt to my breast and pinched my nipple. The stimulation of his rough fingers created a symphony of whines and moans from my mouth. My own hand continued to stimulate my clit while my other tried to reach for Ron's—he stopped me by grabbing my hand.

"You have to ask for it," he said assertively. I rolled over so that I was face to face with him.

"C'mon bunny, you're a big girl.

"Don't get all shy on me now."

I placed my hands on his shoulders, "I want you to—"

"Want me to do what, use your words."

"—to make me yours-" I paused, and looked down, "-to put it inside me," I blushed through the last part of that sentence. He helped me pull off my shirt then quickly pushed me down so that he was on top. He held my wrists above me and used his other hand to lower his pants.

I twitched in excitement and unthinkingly I said almost pleading, "Just fuck me, I can't wait anymore."

"Good girl." His words melted me. He released my wrists while I rested my left leg on his shoulder.

“You know the safe word.”

“Yes.”

He grabbed my right ankle as I placed my newly freed hand on his hard dick and helped him guide it in. He let out a low groan as he entered me all the way, "I'm going to move y/nn." I nodded in understanding while he began thrusting into me. I gripped the bed sheets while calling his name and squirming every time he planted a slap on my ass.

As he brought his hand down for the fifth time he asked, “Does my good girl like when I slap her ass?” I didn’t answer immediately as i was lost in the motion of his hips. Impatient, he placed his hand to my neck and squeezed it.

“Now, does my good girl like when I slap her ass?”

I quickly looked at him with my eyes and said “I love it,” in a whimper. He grinned and released his grip on my throat. Then he began to hit my most sensitive spot. I gripped the bed sheets even tighter as my mind got lost in the sensations. Moving my leg from his shoulder Ron leaned into my pleasure stained face and began to trail kisses from my lips to my neck.

In between my gasps and whines I managed to moan, “I’m close.”

“Me too Bunny, come whenever you’re ready baby,” I reached to stimulate my clit as his thrusts quickened. My back arched as I reached my climax, Ron pulled out and almost immediately used his fingers to help me ride out my orgasm while his cum dripped onto my belly.

“Are you okay?” He brushed away the hair stuck to my face. I nodded with closed and watery eyes still feeling a lingering orgasmic pleasure. A smile spread across his face as he planted kisses on my forehead while caressing my head; and whispering praises. I smiled, feeling fulfilled and loved.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.

“Now let’s get cleaned up.”

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vilentia · 2 months

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First Valentine's Day

Ron Weasley x reader

Summary: Ron Weasley's first Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, filled with laughter, love, and magical moments.

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In the hushed, frost-kissed corridors of Hogwarts, where whispers of magic and the echoes of laughter intertwined, a special day dawned. It was Valentine's Day, a time when even the most ancient stones of the castle seemed to pulse with the warmth of heartfelt confessions and the sweet nervousness of young love. For Ron Weasley, this day held a particular kind of magic, one that had nothing to do with spells or potions. This year, he wasn't just Ron, Harry Potter's loyal sidekick, or the sixth Weasley child. He was yours, and you were his, a fact that filled his heart with a blend of pride and nervous anticipation.

The morning found Ron pacing the common room, his palms sweaty and his mind racing. He had planned everything to the last detail, inspired by a story he had heard from Fred and George, albeit with a gentler, more personal touch, knowing well the difference between a prank and a gesture of affection. He had wrestled with his nerves, a bouquet of flowers in one hand—charmed to stay fresh and fragrant—and a box of Honeydukes' finest chocolates in the other, their contents a mystery even to him, hoping they would suit your taste.

You found him there, amidst his pacing, a smile playing on your lips at the sight. "Ron," you called out, your voice a soothing melody against the backdrop of his frantic heartbeat.

He turned, his face lighting up like the dawn. "Hey," he managed, voice cracking slightly, the simplicity of the greeting belying the depth of his emotions. "Happy Valentine’s Day," he said, thrusting the gifts towards you with a mix of eagerness and bashfulness.

Your laughter, light and genuine, filled the room, easing the tension from his shoulders. You accepted his gifts, admiring the flowers before opening the box of chocolates, each piece crafted with care, an assortment of flavors that spoke of thoughtfulness and a desire to please.

"Thank you, Ron. They're beautiful," you said, your eyes meeting his, a spark of shared joy dancing between you.

Encouraged, Ron took a deep breath, his next words tumbling out in a rush. "I thought, maybe, you'd like to go for a walk around the lake? I mean, it's cold, but it's also kind of nice out, and I thought—it might be nice. Together."

Your agreement was immediate, the promise of shared solitude more appealing than any crowded celebration.

As you both strolled, bundled in your scarves and coats against the chill, the conversation flowed more freely, touching on everything from the mundane to the magical, each word weaving a tighter bond between you.

At one point, Ron, in a burst of bravery fueled by the day's significance, reached for your hand. His fingers were cold but his grasp was warm, firm yet gentle. "You know," he began, a hint of mischief in his voice that belied his nervousness, "Fred and George once tried to convince me that the giant squid in the lake was actually a disgruntled mermaid transformed by a botched potion."

You laughed, squeezing his hand in return. "And did you believe them?"

"For about a minute," Ron confessed, his ears turning a shade redder, "until Hermione overheard and gave me that look of hers. You know the one. Makes you feel like you've lost a few dozen IQ points just by being in the same room."

The image of Hermione's exasperated expression brought another round of laughter, echoing softly across the lake's frozen expanse. The ease with which Ron shared stories, including those that poked fun at himself, endeared him even more to you. It was a vulnerability, a willingness to share his unguarded moments, that made the day feel even more special.

As the path wound closer to the water's edge, you both stopped to admire the view. The lake, a mirror to the sky above, reflected the cotton-candy hues of the setting sun. It was a breathtaking sight, one that lent an air of magic to the moment.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" you murmured, leaning slightly against Ron.

He nodded, his gaze not on the lake but on you. "Yeah, it is," he said, the depth of his feelings clear in his eyes. Then, taking a deep breath as if mustering his courage, he added, "You know, I've been coming to this lake since first year, but I've never seen it quite like this. It's like... being with you makes everything seem... better. Brighter."

Your heart fluttered at his words, the honesty and raw emotion in his voice striking a chord within you. "Ron, I feel the same way. Being with you, it's like finding a piece of myself I didn't know was missing."

For a moment, there was silence, save for the gentle lapping of water against the shore and the distant calls of birds returning to their nests. Then Ron, with a tentative yet hopeful smile, leaned in closer. "So, does this mean we can make this a tradition? You know, coming here every Valentine's Day?"

The question, asked with such hopeful earnestness, brought a smile to your lips. "I'd like that," you answered, your voice soft but filled with promise.

As the walk came to a close, Ron found a secluded spot, a private oasis amidst the vast grounds of Hogwarts. He turned to you, his blue eyes shining with a mixture of affection and earnestness. "I'm really glad I get to spend today with you," he said, the words heavy with sincerity. "I know I'm not the best with words, or... well, a lot of things, but being with you makes me want to be better. For you."

Your heart swelled at his admission, the simplicity of his words more precious than any grand declaration. You stepped closer, closing the distance between you, and whispered, "You don't have to be anything more than you are, Ron. You're already more than enough for me."

And in that moment, with the fading sunlight casting a golden glow around you, Ron leaned in, his kiss a sweet affirmation of the feelings you both shared, tender and hesitant, yet full of promise. It was a perfect reflection of your first Valentine's Day together—simple, genuine, and utterly unforgettable, a cherished memory in the making, set against the backdrop of the magical world that had brought you together.

As the day faded into evening, with stars beginning to twinkle in the sky like countless tiny lanterns, you and Ron made your way back to the castle, hand in hand, hearts full.

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weasleyacademia · 2 years

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Dating Ron Weasley

Warnings: very little smut, mentions of alcohol

Authors Note: MY FAV TO WRITE FOR IF U HAVEN’T NOTICED😁

Even though he’s a pretty sweet guy already, you turn him to absolute MUSH.

If you catch him staring at you (which he does A LOT) the tips of his ears will just flush red

Snuggly make outs every single night... on the common room couch, in his dorm, in the prefect bathroom, on the quidditch pitch in the middle of the night etc...

He sends you VERY detailed letters over the summer of everything that’s going on in his life and always sends like a care package full of sweets and one of his jumpers

One of my biggest Head Cannons for Ron is that he gets a summer job once he’s old enough, in the muggle village by his house i could really see him being a waiter, and on his first day, you drive all the way to his work to be one of his first costumers

Harry and Hermione would constantly make fun of you guys for being a “Married Couple”

He would talk to you 6th year about having kids, i feel like that’s a really important thing for him. (obviously he doesn’t want kids then... but in the future)

Sunday morning breakfast dates by the black lake

You’d help him study so hard so he could pass every class (even divination...)

When he gets drunk at parties, he thinks EVERYONES looking at you in the wrong way, and he gets up on the table and screams at everyone (you definitely have to pull him down and take him to his dorm so he’ll chill out)

OH MY GOD you make a bunch of crowns that say “Weasley is our king” on them for all the gryffindor s and Gryffindor supporters to wear during quidditch matches

If you come from a more wealthy family, you go NUTS buying him presents and when he opens them he just keeps apologizing and apologizing but you’re like “I bought those for you because I love you and you deserve them love...”

he holds your hand WHENEVER he can, he just loves being close to you.

When he asks you to a dance (or the yule ball) he makes a big scene and you’re SO embarrassed but feel really loved

he gives bone crushing bear hugs

he’s obsessed with your ass. that’s that, ron is 100% an ass guy

OH LORDY HE SMILES INTO KISSES EVERY TIME (he just can’t believe you’re his)

in conclusion... Ron Weasley would be the best boyfriend in the 🌎

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papaya-047 · 25 days

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Hi!!

This is my first time asking something but could you do a Ron weasley x reader where they both are Quidditch players maybe different houses even!!

and they have fun in the quidditch closet! (fluff or smut whatever you want!!)

The most smut i will do is PG-13 lmao, we are a family friendly blog over here. Am I good at writing anything remotely smutty? No. so this what you get.

This was going to be the worst practice ever, you've been begging for friendly matches to stop since you got on the team but they never were quite friendly. The last friendly game was against Slytherin and they did not hold back. You walked out of that practice with a black eye and a sprained wrist. At least this was just for fun, and since having fun was one of two reasons you wanted to do quidditch in the first place you try to make the best of it. Especially since the other reason is on the team you're playing against.

Hurrying out of your dorm you stumble your way to the quidditch field, struggling to lug your equipment around the campus. “Need a hand?” A deep voice spoke over your head. Ron.

“I’m fine.” you said, your broom in one hand and an overstuffed duffle in the other, all dragging behind you.

“Clearly,” the sarcasm in his voice was obvious. Without warning the bag was lifted out of your hand and you were free to hold your broom without it touching the floor.

“You know if you keep dragging it like that you're doing to damage the bristles on the broom.”

You laugh, “what's that gonna do? Make it less aerodynamic?” you ask sarcastically.

“Yes,” he said shortly. “Or you know what you should probably keep dragging it, it'll make it easier to beat you.”

“Please you don't need the help, I don’t try at these things.” Trying to keep up with Rons strides proved to be a bit of a challenge. He was walking at a lethargic speed but the length of his steps were worth 3 of yours.

“That's too bad I was looking forward to playing you,” he said through a smile. You felt your face grow hot. “And a friendly game means you won’t kick my ass.”

You laughed, “what makes you think I would kick your ass at all?”

“Your track record,” you looked at him confused. “Do you really not remember? First year? And Second, third and fourth?” You shook your head. “Well I guess the trauma seared it into my memory,” he chuckled.

You rolled your eyes, “oh don't be dramatic. I never did anything that bad.”

Still smiling, Ron looked down at you for the first time since you started walking, “No, just tackled me a lot.”

“In first year? When I was learning how to fly? You still remember that?” you shouted mortified as the flood of embarrassment came rushing back.

“When your crush lands on top of you, your 11 year old boy brain tends to think about it a lot.” he laughed.

“You had a crush on me?”

“Wasn't it obvious? I nearly failed every class we had together because I was so busy staring at you.”

You tried your best to remember your first year classes, but any of Rons “obvious” behavior was not something your first year self ever picked up on, “I can safely say I didn't notice.”

“Why did you think I needed so much help in every subject?”

“You're an idiot?” you asked through a muted laugh.

“No, I just spent every class paying attention to you instead of the material. So when you practically obsess over someone and they continuously struggle to balance on a broom, you hope to be put in a position that you might end up with said person on top of…” his voice tapered off. Cheeks red, refusing to make eye contact. He clearly didn't mean for that word vomit to come out, but up until he stopped talking you assumed those feelings had stopped after the first year, but now you're not so sure.

“So what about second, third and fourth year?” you tried to move the conversation along wanting to casually move past what Ron just said, he was clearly embarrassed and you didn't want to make things worse.

The two of you reached the quidditch field, the sight of fluttering robes and the distant echoes of laughter filling the air. Ron scratched his head, and avoided your gaze. "Well, second year was all about the dueling club," he began, trying to regain composure. "Remember when I was petrified? You visited me in the hospital wing. I was so out of it and used to being tackled that I thought you were going to hex me."

You chuckled at the memory. "As if I would hex you. Besides, I couldn't resist visiting the famous Ron Weasley,” you put on a mocking tone, “you were always up to something.”

“I still am.” he mumbled under his breath. Clearing his throat “in third year I convinced myself you hated me and fourth year, well I spilt my drink on you at the yule ball so I was certain you hated me.”

You couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. "Oh my god,. How could I forget?” the Yule ball was a bottle of embarrassment you did not want to revisit. No one asked to go with you and the moment you thought a certain ginger was going to ask you to dance he spilled his drink all over you, “You know I stole that robe from professor sprout?”

Ron stopped in his place, “That was Sprout’s?” he raised his voice in shock.

“Yep,” you chuckled, “Do you even remember what it looks like?”

“Of course I do!” he exclaimed, before calming himself down, “Although in my memory it’s covered in fruit punch.” Ron continued walking to bring your stuff over to where your team was setting up. You noticed how much slower he’d gotten, it was much easier to keep up.

“I technically didn't steal it, I just borrowed it and had my dormmate alter it a bit.”

“Well they did a bloody good job, you looked hot.” Ron said before he could stop himself, “I-I mean,” he stuttered, “you looked good.” changing his tone.

You smirked at Ron stopping in the middle of the field. "Hot, huh?" you teased, enjoying the rosy tint that crept across Ron's cheeks.

Ron stumbled over his words, "No, not hot. Definitely not hot." trying to backtrack. Your face fell slightly, making him panic even more. “Not that you're not hot! You’re so hot it's crazy!”

Suddenly, in the midst of their walk, Ron tripped over a loose cobblestone and by instinct grabbed you for balance. But instead of regaining his footing, the unexpected momentum sent both of you tumbling forward.

As you crashed to the ground, and somehow you found yourself sprawled on top of Ron, his laughter echoing yours in the crisp air. "You definitely need balance training,” you quipped through laughter, but he wasn't laughing. Your duffle had been flung above his head, and his hands had instinctively grasped for you, firmly planted around your waist, and for a moment, you both lay there, catching your breath and sharing a moment of sheer hilarity.

Your laughter subsided, replaced by silence as you gazed into each other's eyes. “Just like old times, eh?” You tried to lighten the tension. He didn't reply, lost in your eyes seemingly unable to speak. “Ron? Are you oka-”

“Can I kiss you?” he interrupted. Rushing the words as if he had been building up the courage to speak.

“On the field?” Ron shot up, nearly shoving you off of him. He quickly picked up your things and tried to avoid eye contact. This time he picked up your broom as well and we was off to your team's changing rooms to drop your things off. This time his pace was far from lethargic, he may as well have been running, that would be the only way you could ever keep up with him. “Ron?” you shouted as you jogged after him trying to catch up.

Once you got to the changing rooms your team whispered at the sight of gryffindors keeper in their rooms. “Here you go,” dropping your things on the side and rushing out. You grabbed his arm. He was red and looking anywhere but your eyes. Your team began filling out the room to begin warming up as they called you to hurry and get dressed.

You dragged Ron further into the room, “Listen Ron-”

“You don't need to say it, I'm sorry. It was an accident and it'll never happen again. The last thing I ever want to do is make you uncomfortable.” he was rambling, “and you can ignore what i said, i saw a pretty girl on top of me and i wasn't thinking. Not that I think you're pretty! Not that you're not pretty! Oh god-” you crashed your lips into his, an effective way to shut him up. He was tense with surprise before melting into the kiss as you pulled him closer by his shirt, his hand cupped your face, his arm wrapped around your waist drawing you in. He turned you, pinning you against the wall as his kiss deepened. His knee rose up to rest between your legs as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

The whistle blew outside, pulling you away from the kiss as you hear your captain shouting your name. You sigh disappointedly. You turn back to Ron, who was staring at you, you giggled nervously, “what?”

“I take it back, I think you're very pretty.” You smiled and pulled him in for another kiss.

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rotten1angel · 3 months

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🎧 your star — request a character & a song and i’ll come up with a lil blurb 4 u

omg ron (obvs he's lit my bfie) and uhhh uhhhhh how you get the girl (tv) by taylor swift <3

how you get the girl / r. weasley

ron weasley x fem!reader

0.3k words

summary - ron flies to your house during the summer after you ended the school year with an argument.

authors note & warnings: slightly weird phrasing of stuff, based on how you get the girl by mother taylor, i think that's it, lmk!

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you opened your door to see a soaked ron weasley standing on your family’s doorstep. the rain coated his red hair, dark from the moisture. he’s breathing heavily, chest heaving up and down.

“ron?” is all you can muster out, the two of you having had an argument before summer break started, about a month ago, and not seeing nor speaking to each other since.

“are you insane? did you fly here?” you begin to scrutinize, seeing his broom laying on the road in front of your house. “get inside.”

you drag him in by his soaked jacket sleeve, shutting the door behind him as he drips onto your welcome mat.

“(y/n), listen—“ he starts before you walk away to grab a towel, you grab the biggest one and quickly wrap him in it. your hands move to cup his cheeks before your lips place a gentle but firm kiss on his forehead.

“i missed you, i overreacted about the whole thing and—“

“no, (y/n), listen to me, please.” he starts as he moves to grab your wrists then sliding down to hold your hands. “i want you so much, for better or for worse. i would wait an eternity for you to forgive me but i needed to see you.” he rushes out.

you stay silent, partly stunned at his words. “i had to have lost my mind to let you walk away from that argument hurt.”

you look down at his feet, his hands move to cup your cheeks and lift your chin back up to face his pleading stare. “i’ll put it back together, i promise.”

you crumble into him, your arms circling his waist as his, bulging in his sweater, wrap around your neck. You tuck your head into his chest as you mumble, “you’re forgiven.”

and that's how it works, that's how you get the girl (back).

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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year

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Ron not liking the fact that you have Instagram (Blurb) (REPOST)

Posted DECEMBER 25, 2021

Reposted APRIL 16, 2023

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A/n- I’m bacccckkk! I’ve had this idea for a whle and I finally decided to write it lol

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“What are you up to?” Ron asked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. He placed a gentle kiss to your neck. “Oh, just scrolling through Instagram,” you said absentmindedly, continuing to scroll.

“Instagram?” he questioned and looked over your shoulder. “Yeah! Hermione introduced me to it a couple weeks ago, and it’s amazing!” you gushed, turning around to face him.

“What is it?” he queried and pulled you closer to him, inattentively caressing your arm. “It’s an app where you post bikini photos!” you said excitedly, scrolling furiously through your explore page. “Bikini photos?“ he questioned, his eyebrows became knitted together.

He chuckled slightly, grabbing your phone, “You don’t post any, right?”. When you didn’t say anything, his eyes became wide as he quickly tried to find your posts, “How do you work this thing?!“.

“Ron, calm down!” you hushed, helping him to find your profile. He immediately clicked on one of your posts and sighed a sigh of relief. “Phew, I thought creepy guys were gonna be saying stuff about you,” he chuckled, “silly me.”.

“Well…” you upspoke, clicking on the comments.

Ron scrolled through the comments, his eyes getting wider and his face getting closer to your phone in horror. “’Look at that sexy body, sweets’?!” he read out loud.

“’Lookin’ hot, snookums’?!” he read, baffled, “Snookums?! Really?!”. “I know right?!” you laughed.

He skimmed through a few more before jealousy overcame his face, “’I just want to fuck you so hard, princess’”. You started caressing his arm to calm him down.

“I’m the only one that gets to talk to my princess like that!” he said, highly offended and very angry. “I know, Ron, I know,” you whispered, trying to calm him down.

““That’s it! I want you to delete this right. now.” he told you, handing you your phone. “Ron, it’s just a few comments, calm down,” you said, rubbing his back.

“Calm down? Calm down?!” he raged, “they’re sexualizing you! I’m only allowed to do that!”. You were rolling on the floor laughing at this point, Ron did not understand why you were laughing though, he was very serious.

After you calmed down, you took Ron by the hands and looked him in his eyes, although he refused to meet yours, “You know that you’re the only man for me, right?”. He shook his head, pouting and looking out the window.

You chuckled and gently moved his face to look at you, “And I belong to you, yes?”. “Duh,” he said, rolling his eyes, “that was a stupid question.”. You chuckled once more, making Ron laugh smile.

“Alright then, let’s go to our room and you can sexualize me all you want,” you told Ron.

“I like the sound of that,” he said hungrily and picked you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

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xoxo

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acciotwinz · 2 years

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Ron Weasley blurb

Y/N runs down the hall, trying to catch up to Ron before he makes it to the pitch.

As she rounds a corner, she sees red hair and calls his name. Ron spins around, hand reaching for his wand but eases when he sees his girlfriend rushing towards him.

“All right, love?” He asks sweetly once she stops in front of him.

“Yeah,” she smiles, trying to catch her breath and Ron can’t help but admire how beautiful she is with a slight flush to her cheeks.

“You forgot your jumper.”

Y/N hands over the garment and he can’t help but roll his eyes as he refuses to take it. “I didn’t forget it, I won’t need it. It’s just a quick practice.”

Y/N pouts, eyeing the soft jumper in her hands before meeting his eyes. “But it’s November! It’s snowing, for fuck sake!”

“Y/N!” Ron whines, not wanting to run later than he already is.

“Ron! You’ll catch your death.”

“You’re not my mother!” He snaps petulantly.

“No,” she responds, somehow keeping her calm. “But I’m more than happy to send her a letter, letting her know how much trouble you ,Harry and Hermione really get into.”

“You wouldn’t.”

Y/N crosses her arms over her chest, smirking at him. “Try me.”

With a resigned groan, Ron takes the jumper and slips it over his head. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic!”

As he then turns to leave, Y/N grabs his wrist. “Ron, wait.”

He’s now starting to get irritated, “I’m gonna be late.”

“You know I only nag you because I love you, right?”

Ron immediately softens, pulling his girlfriend against his chest and dropping a kiss to her hair. “I know, love. I’m sorry for snapping.”

“I forgive you.”

Ron gently cups Y/N’s chin, tilting her head back and kisses her slowly. He feels her sign against his mouth and his heart feels a bit fuller.

As the part, he smiles as she struggles to open her eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”

Her smile could put the sun to shame, if anyone’s asking Ron’s opinion. “I love you too.”

#JJ writes #JJ gets back into writing #harry potter fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter reader insert fic #harry potter reader insert fanfiction #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley blurb #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley fic

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roonilwazlibimagines · 2 years

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Rons the type to get a cramp when going from behind, but won’t stop because he’s gone too far to go back

I actually really needed this ask, thank you <3

He so is!!

And it’s be right as you’re about to cum as well and as soon as he gets the cramp he is swearing and you’re concerned because it’s not his usual type of swearing and sounds like you’re pain. And you’re trying to twist around to find out what’s wrong but he has his hands firmly pressed against you so you can’t sit up and he’s still thrusting into you and you’re so close anyway and Ron is lowkey trying to hurry it up so it doesn’t take long for both of you to finally fall over the edge

And usually Ron is there to hold you immediately after but this time he stands up, still cursing, trying to stretch the cramp and you don’t know whether to laugh or make sure he’s okay.

But he fixes it and immediately is ready for round 2 because he couldn’t enjoy that one with the cramp :((

#roonilwazlibs smut #smut #rw #rwb #rws #Ron Weasley #Ron Weasley smut #Ron Weasley blurb #Harry Potter #Harry Potter smut #Harry Potter blurb

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360iris · 1 year

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I can imagine Ron being with M/c for some years after graduation and when they turn 23 he proposes and they don’t get married until they’re 25

and by 27, they still haven’t had any kids and Mrs Weasley is like “when can I expect grandchildren from my youngest son??? I won’t be here forever!!” at a family dinner randomly

And M/c + Ron sort of bite their lips bc they know why because they’ve talked about it plenty of times but don’t wanna say anything infront of everyone

but Molly is like “what???” And they’re really giggly before they’re both like “uh we’re just really enjoying our child-free sex life right now, mum. So we can’t say exactly when we’ll give it up” 😭😭😭😂🤚

#harry potter #hp #ron weasley blurb #ron weasley #ron weasley x reader #hp imagine #harry potter imagines

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starstruckwillows · 1 year

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sweet sixteen 🎉 - blurbs (send me a prompt or a concept) fluff&smut only though, no angst on my birthday <3

INGOMG CELEBRATING VALENTINES DAY WITH RON PLS THATS BE SO CUTE <33333 ilyyyyy

yess adorable<3

🎉

the two of you wrapped in scarves and coats in the back of a cafe, not making a massive deal of the day but not ignoring it either.

ron flushed almost as red as his hair when offering you hand picked peonies (the bunches in town were too expensive), and you thought his whole heart was going to give out when you gave him a bundle of wildflowers. he'd never had flowers before.

"don't look." he murmured, suddenly burying his head in your shoulder.

with some amusement, you threaded your hands into his hair, "the twins and co just walked in."

#jessie's 🍰&🌷#sweet sixteen 🎉#ron weasley blurb

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volturissideslut · 5 months

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dating mattheo riddle hc?? pretty please 🥺

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖔 𝕽𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊

He doesn't have much good in his life, being the dark Lords son and all. He also doesn't trust easily

This means that when he finds you, someone good, who loves him, and he trusts. He's never letting go.l

Would genuinely die for you if push came to shove

Let's not even get into the fights he would get into defending you. He cherishes you, really, and has a dangerous lack of self preservation when it comes to making sure you're treated well

Though his grades are bad, he's actuattky really smart. It's just that he doesn't try

Seriously good at magic, especially DADA. If you're not good at it, he'll teach you. If your amazing, you'll duel.

If you win and beat, he gets really turned on. If you lose he'll teach you to be better

You're everything to him, he's going to make sure you can defend yourself

Gets all soft and mushy gushy when you're alone

He just becomes baby

Literally the embodiment of "🥺"

Wants you to pamper him, but he'll act tough and scowl. It's a cover up for his smile as he sits there with a panda face mask and you paining his nails metallic green.

You know that tiktok thing where draco gives you his ring? He does that. Puts it nice on a necklace to show the other guys you're his

But it's not a one sided thing. Nobody would dare say shit to him anyway, so he'll put on one of your jewelry pieces or scrunchies.

(please please please buy him a nice bracelet of give him one of yours. He LOVES them but would never tell or ask)

Give him flowers, please. He'll cry.

He'll call you princess and treat you like one.

But give him princess treatment back I beg

Is your personal hype man

BUT I MUST REITTERATE: IT TAKES A LONG TIME FOR HIM TO GET COMFORTABLE ENOUGH WITH YOU TO GET TO THIS POINT

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rupertsfangirl · 4 months

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Ron Weasley Blurb- Stay at home husband

Okay omg you cannot tell me he wouldn't be like an amazing dad and like stay at home husband.

He would so like give you a foot rub or something after you have a long day at work. He'd probably try to make you dinner or nice meals and mess up constantly but he wouldn't tell you so when he finally made it right it seemed like he was just naturally good at it.

He would love listening to you rant about the crazy work week you've had and all the work drama. He would be so opinionated and expressive when you tell him about anyone that is annoying you or bothers you.

If you guys had kids he would be so playful with them and like build them stuff or play dress up with them. He would totally wear underwear over his pants and tie a blanket around his neck to pretend to be a superhero. He would also love to read them bedtime stories every night but would totally fall asleep in the kids room every time and you'd have to come get him and bring him to bed.

I think he would love movie nights the whole family gets together or just you two and you would watch muggle movies. And if you were muggle born he'd be asking all about who these people are and you would know all the actors and be telling him all about it.

He would probably be kind of bad at housework and you'd probably have to make him a list that he had to follow and he'd still forget to do things but he would always say don't worry I've got it.

Also he would totally try and go all out for anniversary's, take you out, dance with you, eat lots and lots of food, he'd probably spoil you with gifts but it would always be weird/random things like a gag gift sorta thing he'd probably never think to just get flowers or jewelry.

Anyway sorry this is kinda all over the place but yea he is soo pookie.

#harry potter #ron weasley #fluff #ron weasley blurb #blurb #rwb #rwi #ron weasley imagine #rupert grint #i love him #i love rupert #writing #Why cant I have him #hp #fanfiction #husband material

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vilentia · 1 year

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One Shot

The Cafe Romance

#ron weasley #ron weasley imagine #ron weasley x reader #ron weasley x you #ron weasley x y/n #ron weasley fluff #ron weasley fic #ron weasley fanfiction #ron weasley one shot #ron weasley appreciation #ron weasley aesthetic #ron weasley angst #ron weasley supremacy #ron weasley headcanon #ron weasley blurb #ron weasley masterlist

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justagirlwholikesadam · 5 months

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In Another Life

Severus Snape x FEM!Reader

Summary: The golden trio ask their D.A.D.A teacher for information about the new professor called Mrs. Snape.

A/N: I tried to do another blurb with some angst but i just kept typing! By the way, I haven’t read the books so if something doesn’t make sense just ignore it or stop reading. Enjoy! -L

Warning: Married, mention of Self Harm, Remus Lupin Has a Crush, Young Severus Snape, Remus Lupin Needs a Hug, Bullied Severus Snape, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Crush at First Sight, Minor James Potter/Lily, Young James Potter, Young Sirius Black

Word Count: 4.6K

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Professor Lupin was deep in thought as he stared at the old wrinkled chocolate wrapper. He held it carefully in his hands, his thumb tracing the gold color front on the wrapper. Leaning back in his chair, he lets out a sigh. It’s been so long since he looked at the wrapper. He had hidden it at the bottom of his suitcase years ago, he never threw it out. He didn’t want to, he didn't want to forget.

He had gone through his suitcase after the morning announcement. He was recovering from a full moon, he wasn’t in the right headspace, he was tired and wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings. He was in his usual place at the teacher table, staring at the empty plate in front of him. He didn’t pay attention when Dumbledore walked to the podium. It wasn’t until he heard your name. He hasn’t heard it in so long but it’s different now. Your last name is different. He looked around when the students and the teachers near him clapped. He freezes for a moment when he looks down at the teacher table and sees you standing up from your chair giving a small bow.

You sit back down and look to your left at the Potion Master, Severus. His eyes widen when he sees Severus giving you a smile. He looks down at the table and notices your join hands. Severus' thumb was rubbing the inside of your wrist as the headmaster spoke. Looking away, Dumbledore is walking back to his seat and allowing breakfast to be served.

He almost dropped the wrapper when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” He shouts, placing the wrapper on his desk before rising up from his seat. “Harry. Hermione. Ronald, what do I owe this pleasure?” He greeted them with a smile as he walked in front of his desk and sat on the edge of it as the trio walked inside of the classroom.

“Professor Lupin-” Hermione starts to speak but quiets down when she looks over at Harry and Ron.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking between them. With everything going on, he hoped it wasn’t too serious and hoped he’s able to help them.

“What do you know about Professor Snape - well Mrs. Snape?” Harry blurts out. Ron shares a look with Harry when they notice their professor stuffing his hands in the front pocket of his cardigan looking a bit weirded out.

“Is something the matter? It’s her first day.” Remus questioned the trio.

“We don’t trust her! She’s Professor Snape’s wife!” Ron exclaimed. “I see.” Remus signaled the trio to sit down.

“Dumbledore wouldn’t have brought Mrs. Snape into Hogwarts if he didn’t trust her. You must trust him as well as her. Y/n is very kind.” Remus cursed himself when he mentioned your first name.

“Y/n.” Hermione repeats the name. “I heard that name before.”

Remus shook his head. “You haven’t.” He snapped at her. The trio flinched at his harsh tone. He had to give them something to forget about your name. They couldn’t know who you were. Things will get messy and people will start to poke their nose around. He fears that the trio will still meddle in and get themselves into trouble. He didn't want that.

“What I tell you now must never leave this room, do you hear me?” Remus said, looking at the trio. They nodded at him and Remus shook his head.

“Swear it to me! I will tell you about her and her cousin, Sirius.” Harry looked at his friends who were shocked. "You knew him?" Harry asked.

"We were friends in school and lost touched after." Remus lied. "Do you still want to know about her?" They nodded at him.

“Swear it! What I tell you now stays with us.” Remus shouted at the top of his lungs. “We swear!” Hermione answered back for all of them.

“I knew Mrs. Snape, we went to school together and she was…” Remus drifted off as he reminisced the moment he first saw you.

He was famished, he missed breakfast and he had told his friends that he was heading to the great hall early for lunch. Remus was staring down at the ground as he walked when he heard laughter. Looking ahead he saw a group of girls walking, he stopped in mid step about to turn to the great hall when he saw you. You held a book out in your hands, open and pointing at a passage. He saw your eyes were wide and filled with excitement. Your laughter rang out as you shut the book and the girls around you joined in. They passed by him without a glance. He hasn’t seen you before, he couldn’t believe he had missed such a beautiful jewel like you.

Remus continued on to stare as you walked into the great hall joining the Slytherin's table. He was so busy admiring your beauty that he didn’t see the green tie or the green lining on your uniform. He frowned when he noticed you waving bye at the girls and joined at the far end of the table. He gulped when he saw you sat across, from no other than Severus.

Remus knew what would happen next, Severus would just curse you out for bothering him. Severus has always had a cold exterior and he didn’t blame him for it. He’s been bullied by his friends. Remus thought he was dreaming when he saw Severus let out a smile as you showed him the book you were holding. Remus could see how awe you looked when looking at Severus. A smile appeared on your face when Severus looked up at you. He notices your hand taking the book before brushing against Severus’ slender fingers. Severus didn’t pull away; he kept his gaze on you, his smile didn’t fade.

Remus didn’t see what happened next when he felt a pair of hands grab a hold on his shoulders.

“MOONY!!”

He flinched as James came behind me. “I’m starving.” Remus looked over his shoulder giving his friend a smile.

“Sirius is talking to a girl, he said we can start without him.” Remus nodded as he walked with James into the hall. He glanced over at you as he passed by your table, thanking Merlin that James passed Severus without making any snide comment.

He starts to notice you more after that day. In the library, in the great hall and in the hallways. He thinks as every day passes you get more beautiful. He was so excited when the new year came and he had you in one of his classes. Sadly, before he had the chance to ask if he could sit by you. The seat was taken by some Hufflepuff, he decided to sit behind you.

He rarely got the chance to talk to you mostly because he was always surrounded by his friends and the day that he was alone was the day of the full moon when he transformed into a werewolf. It was later on that he finally asked James about you. He sitting with him in the hall. James was eating up a storm since he had a Quidditch match later on.

“You see that girl over there with Severus?” Remus tries to be nonchalant about it to not raise any questions.

James looks over his shoulders and chuckles, shaking his head as he takes another bite from his butter toast.

“Sinvelly with his little girlfriend, Black.” James said with disgust.

“They been glued to the fucking hip since she arrived.” Remus remains silent for a moment then looks over at Severus and you eating breakfast.

“What?! B-black like cousin-” Remus gets cut off when Lily comes walking in sitting beside James giving him a peck on cheek.

“Sirius’ cousin mate! Sirius told me, her parents are in the same family, you know a way to keep it pure.” James answered Remus.

“Who are you guys talking about?” Lily asked as she scooped some scrambled eggs on to her plate.

“Greasy hair Snivellus with his little girlfriend.” James replies to Lily. Remus noticed the face she made and keeps quiet. She didn’t want to know about him anymore not since he called her a mudblood. While Lily quietly looks over her shoulder to see Severus. Remus was looking ahead over James’ head to look at you.

“He seems happy.” Lily softly said before turning back around.

“He won’t for long.” James said with a chuckle.

The next time he heard you speak was when a prank was pulled on Severus. You had found them in a abandoned hallway.

“Well, if it isn’t my sweet dear cousin.” Sirius said when he heard someone yelling his name. Remus and Peter grew nervous as you walked towards them. You passed them ignoring James and Sirius and kneeling down next to Severus who was trying to get up but the amount of green slime on him was weighing him down.

“Leave us, Sirius.” You said standing up to face the four Gryffindor boys.

“I think not. Tell me how can you kiss slimy pale Snivelly? I think we need to start pranking you next.” James and Sirius both laughed. Sirius elbow Remus to join in but he kept quiet like he always did whenever they pulled pranks on Severus.

“I want you to prank me, cousin. I want you to do it, so then I can beat you into a bloody pulp.” You look over at James.

“I’ll break your fucking legs you could forget about playing Quidditch. I’m gonna shove that broom stick so far up your ass is going to come out of your mouth.” James' smile dies as you speak to him.

Peter flinched under your dark gaze. “Bucktooth Peter. I don’t think you need to be punished. That face you were born with is punishment enough.”

Remus gathered all the courage he had to look up at you. He was met with your eyes and as much as he was scared, he was so intrigued by them. Your eyes that he saw held so much love and softness are now dark and cloudy with anger. You look away from Remus not mentioning him at all. Sirius took out his wand and you copied him.

Your laughter filled the hallway as you stared at your cousin. “I want you to fucking do it. I’m sure your little friends would like to see how we battle. You know how the battle ends when you go against me.”

James looks at Sirius who begins to shake with anger. “You’re just like them. A fucking monster.”

Remus saw the way your eyes soften but quickly covered it up when you hit Sirius with a non vocal spell. It was Expelliarmus, because Sirius’ wand flew out of his hand. The boy's eyes grew after that, it was something that took lots of skills and practice.

“We both truly know who the monsters are especially those who share our last name.” Sirius looks away from you. Remus tried to place a comforting hand on Sirius’ shoulder but he shrugged it off too embarrassed that he was just unarmed him. Remus knew what you were talking about. Remus and he grew close throughout the years in Hogwarts. You were talking about your family.

“Enough with this pranking. Got it? You know what I can do. Let him be.” You snapped at them.

You look over at Severus. The green slime is long gone, he’s leaning against the wall holding his own wand with a hard face staring at Sirius. Remus thought his crush on you would disappear when he saw Severus placing a hand on your back but it didn’t. He felt jealous because Severus was touching you. Remus took a step back when Severus suddenly turned his eyes towards him and glared at him with such hatred. Remus let out a small gasp when Severus looked down at you then him. 'There was no way, right?' He thought to himself. Severus couldn’t know what he was thinking about.

Before anyone could say something, Severus flicked his wand at them without speaking. Remus felt himself being thrown back and darkness overcame him.

“That asshole.” Remus heard Sirius say as he finally woke up. All four of them had been thrown back to the end of the hallway. Peter moaned and groaned as he held his head, James rubbed his knee that got banged on the floor. Remus grabbed Sirius’ hand, helping him stand up, they looked back at the hallway, you and Severus were long gone.

Remus stayed silent as the three of his friends started to talk among themselves on how to get back at Severus. He ignored them, the full moon was approaching and he was feeling it. His long limbs were getting stiff.

“Wait! Are you saying Severus knew what you were thinking? Like he can read minds.” Harry questioned him, pulling him out of his story.

“Legilimens.” Hermione said, looking at the professor. Remus nodded as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“That's why he hates me because of my father. He bullied and tormented him.” Remus noticed the sadness on Harry's face.

“What happened between Y/n and Sirius?” Hermione asked Remus.

“After that day, Severus began to watch me. Whenever we were in the same class or the hallways. I thought I was going crazy. Sirius caught on what he was doing to me and knew Severus was interested in me and where I went every month.”

Harry frowned. “Every month?”

Remus looks down at the ground sadly and in shame. “You're a werewolf.” Hermione said softly. “Blimey!” Ron exclaimed, earning a shove from Hermione. “How did you-”

“Professor Snape taught us about it when you were out the last time.” Harry answered him.

"We won't tell anyone, we swear." Harry told as the rest nodded at their professor.

Harry hasn't seen Remus act this way before. Looking so shameful, he began to run his fingers through his hair as he took deep breaths. “It was a horrible prank what Sirius did to Severus. I didn't know. I would kill myself before hurting someone but Severus didn't believe me.”

That night was a mess, Remus refused to speak with his friends. He felt used, they knew how he felt about being a werewolf. James had saved Severus that night and Dumbledore told him to keep it a secret. Severus was on the other side of the hospital wing being looked out while Remus laid on the opposite side away from him, he had the divider panel up so no one could see him. He hears light footsteps coming inside of the wing. He dreaded if it was for him, he didn't want to see anyone.

He heard your voice. “What happened, Sev?!” “Fuck, when you didn't come I knew something happened? I was so worried. Are you hurt, my love?”

He shut his eyes tightly when he heard Severus break into a sob. He felt pathetic when he heard you comforting Severus. Your sweet voice comforting the scared boy. He imagined you saying those words to him. He was jealous once more that Severus had you while he had no one to confront him.

“Y/n!” His eyes shot open when he heard Sirius. He sees his friends near his bedside, James had tugged down the divider and they looked across the wing. Remus looked over to see you laying down next to Severus.

“What the hell?” He yelled as you came down from the bed, looking over at Severus who grabbed his wand and pointed at him without a single thought.

“This was your idea? The prank?” You yelled at your cousin.

“People could have died. All of you could have died. You want to be six feet under!” You screamed.

James walked behind Sirius with his wand in his hand, ready to defend him in case Severus decides to attack. Sirius was about to speak when he froze when he saw you were tearing up.

You look over at Remus who is still laid on the bed, “I thought you were different but you are just like them.” Those were the first words you spoke to Remus and it hit him to his very core.

“He had no idea about it.” Sirius told you. Your cousin turned to his friend. “I'm really sorry, mate.” Remus looks away from his friend’s sad gaze towards you.

“Please stop the pranks. The curses on one another.” You said to them and Severus. “I don't think so.” James said, looking between you and Severus.

“What do you want?” James frowned and you repeated your question to him.

“What will it take for you to stop?” James shakes his head and gives a disbelief chuckle making you angry, Sirius kept looking at you and Severus.

“Stay here.” Sirius told James before walking towards you. Severus was about to jump out of the bed but you waved him to stop.

“She looked up at him.” Remus told the trio with a smile. “No fear in her eyes and Sirius asked something that James and Peter couldn't hear but I did. Since I'm a werewolf, my hearing is better than most.” Harry watched their teacher speak He can see it in his eyes that he held so much admiration for Mrs. Snape.

“What did they say?” Ron asked eagerly.

“He asked her why him, why Sinvelly? She responded to him right away, he's the only one that doesn't see me as a monster.” Remus answered.

“The Black are the most noble and ancient house in the wizarding world. Their views are pureblood supremacy. Sirius didn't think like them and so did Y/n. After that Sirius told us why the family thought she was a monster. Unlike him, Y/n is very powerful, too powerful that it alarmed the family because she couldn't control it. Her emotion makes her power lash out. She had mistakenly taken lives because of it.”

“Why is she so powerful?” Harry asked. “Her blood, right?” Hermione spoke out looking at their teacher.

“Yes, her mother was one of many unfortunate woman who had to deal with being born in a noble family. Her mother was married off with a family member. She died giving birth to Y/n.”

“What happened after the prank? What did Sirius tell her?” Harry asked the professor.

“I don’t think you're a monster, he told her. She just shook her head. You called me a monster a week ago. She answered back then walked away. The pranks did stop, he asked James to stop. Severus ignored us and we did the same. Severus and Y/n whereabouts were unknown after they were done with school. Sirius never mentioned her again but I knew it was hard for him. All he wanted was a family.” Remus finished looking over at Harry.

Remus didn’t want to say at the end Sirius did get his little family with James, Lily, Peter and him. Harry would know in time who his godfather is. Harry will know in time the truth.

“Thank you for telling us, Professor. We feel a little bit comfortable now knowing about her.” Hermione said, making him nod.

“Remember what I said.” He pointed his finger at them and they simultaneously said. “This never leaves the room.”

“Thank you. Have a good day, children.” Remus said as Ron and Hermione began to walk out.

“Professor?” Harry called out before walking out the door.

“Do you still have feelings for her?” Harry asked him. Remus stood up straight and shook his head.

“Not anymore. It was a simple school crush. That was the only time she spoke to me.” Harry nodded at his response and wished him a good day. Remus let out a sigh after Harry left.

He looks back at the wrapper in his desk with a longing stare and he feels his chest tightened at the sight of it.

Poppy Pomfrey was making Remus stay a few extra days before he would be allowed to leave. Peter has been visiting him and bringing him his homework and books throughout the day. Remus didn’t want to speak to James and Sirius just yet. It was late and Remus was alone in the hospital wing, he was finishing a chapter of his book when he heard the door open. Remus got his wand from the table and waved it at the divider panel to move to the side thinking probably it’s Pomfrey with another dose of healing potion.

Moving the divider panel he froze when he saw you. “Hey.” You said as you walked towards the end of his bed.

“H-Hi.” Remus said before fixing the blanket of the bed and shutting his book. Placing it along with his wand on the table near him.

“How are you feeling?” You asked. Remus' brows knitted together looking around the room to see if this was joke but you came alone in the middle of the night.

“I’m okay. The first few days after a full moon are the hardest but I’m okay.” He said and you nodded.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” You said softly to him, looking down at the book on the table and a smile appeared on your face.

“The Shining. How do you like it? It’s one of my favorites.” Remus was shocked that you knew about a muggle book.

“You know about Stephen King?” Remus asked you, surprised. You nodded at the brunette in front of you and sat down at the side of the bed as Remus took the book in his hands showing you the cover to make sure you really did know who the author was.

“Yes! It’s his third book actually. My guilty pleasure is muggles literature but I have to keep it hidden from my family. They disapprove anything that has to do with muggles.” You told him looking up from the cover of the book at him. Remus’ face changed when you told him how you had to hide something you like from your family. He was so close to you and he can see every eyelash, he can see the way your nose stands out and how your lips are pressed together in a small pout.

“I'm sorry about before. I thought you were on the prank.” Remus saw you looking down at your lap when you apologized. You started to play with the skin around your fingernails.

“It’s alright. I’m still trying to get over it.”

“Getting used like that is something difficult to get over, Remus.” His heart breaks, the way you said. The way your eyes darken when you said it made him want to hug you.

“It seems like you’re speaking from experience.” He said, making you look at him.

“When one holds an ability, sometimes people take advantage of it, show it off, hide it and sometimes get hurt because of it.” Your magic, Remus thought.

“He cares for you so I know he didn’t mean to hurt you.” You told him. Remus knew you meant Sirius. He asked you, “How do you know?”

“Cousin intuition some shit like that.” He gave you a smile, which you returned as well.

“I wanted to give you something.” Remus saw you getting something from the inside pocket of your robes. He saw a shiny golden bar in your hands.

“Chocolate?” Remus asked as you passed him the candy. You nodded. He looked at the wrapper with wide eyes. This candy was something he had never seen, it had to be expensive since the wrapper was so nice and looked fancy.

“You like chocolate right?” Remus looks at you to see you staring at him worry.

“I do!” Remus nodded and pointed at the bar giving you a thumbs up. “How did you know?” He asked softly, watching as you look away while your cheeks turn pink.

“We-well, you sit behind me in fourth period. I can hear the chocolate wrappers you open behind me.” Remus snorts out a laugh making you look at him surprised that he snorted loudly. He had laughed because if you only knew how hard he tried to not make a peep in class when unwrapping his chocolate behind you.

“I'm so sorry.” You shook your head as he covered his face with his hands, hiding his smile away from you.

“Don't be.” You couldn't help but join him as he continued to laugh at himself.

Remus was still covering his face when you leaned forward and grabbed a hold of his wrist bringing his hand down to his lap. Remus looks down at your hand on him. Your touch was warm, not what he was expecting. He was expecting a cold and stiff touch. Your fingertips touched the inside of his wrist, he knew you could feel the light scars on his skin. You turned his arm over to see his wrist. Remus was about to pull away when you showed him your own wrist with your own scars.

“Remus.” The professor looks up from his desk and notices the door is open. Standing up straight he notices you walking inside. You stood across from him a few feet away with a small smile.

“Apologize, Professor Lupin. I was knocking for a while.” You said pointing over your shoulder at the door.

Remus can't help but look at you, you have grown into a very beautiful woman. He can see you didn't share the same taste in clothes as your husband. You wore muggle clothes, a knee length dark green dress with a black cardigan, and you wore a pair of black court heel shoes.

“I should be apologizing. I didn't hear you, I haven't been myself these past couple of days.” Remus said, running his fingers through his hair before letting a sigh. He notices you crossed your arms over your chest and tilted your head looking at him.

“I know, Severus told me it was a full moon not long ago. He asked me to give you a little pick me up potion. He just finished brewing it.” You said walking towards him. Remus looks as your hips sway while walking towards him handing him the vial.

“That was very nice of him.” Remus said with a face making you laugh. “I know my husband can be…difficult.” Remus barks a laugh. “Just difficult?”

“He is many things but he has a kind heart.” Remus nods but doesn't believe it, it’s hard for him.

“He does. He was the one who told me to bring this to you.” You said before scrunching your face trying to get the same scowl as your dear husband.

“Lupin needs to get better so those kids will stop pestering me about him.” You imitated Severus' smooth and cool voice. Remus lets out a laugh, loudly making you smile. He covered his mouth to hid his smile as he looked over at you.

“You're always covering your face.” You said, grabbing a hold of his wrist. You held on his wrist as he showed you his wide smile. He feels his heart fluttering in his chest as he looks down at you.

Remus pulls away from your grasp and clears his throat. He shouldn't be this close to you, you're married and you're happy with your marriage. He doesn't want to ruin that. Remus regrets never taking that chance that night you visited him years ago. The chance to be friends, maybe something more but damn the way you looked at Severus was something he only read in books and he doubts that you would ever look at him the way you looked at Severus. Severus was the same thing, his dark eyes always following you. He always had a hand on you, and even when you weren't looking he admire you.

‘Perhaps in another life he would have taken that chance.’ He told himself.

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