Zirconia- A Ron Weasley Story

A Man So Beautiful

"Y/n, we need to talk."

Suddenly you were very anxious. You had imagined this conversation, and although you knew it needed to happen, you couldn't help feel a little nervous. You watched as Ron lumbered across the room and sat on Ginny's bed. You decided to stay where you were.

"So," He said, looking anywhere but you, "I told you I have feelings for you, and you said you felt the same. You...still feel the same, right?" He was playing with his fingers, apparently very nervous that your feelings might have changed. This melted your heart a little.

"Yes, Ron, I still feel the same. I've felt the same for a long time." Ron's eyes seemed to brighten with excitement and interest when you said this. "You have? I have! I mean, I- well- Yule Ball...and um..." He stuttered. You couldn't help but find it cute.

He stopped to gather his thoughts before speaking again. Finally, he looked into your eyes. His face was full of emotion and passion, he looked so deeply in love. "Ever since you walked down the steps in your dress for the Yule Ball, I knew you were the most beautiful person I would ever meet. And when you walked right past me and linked arms with Zabini, I felt so jealous. I wanted it to be me. I wanted to hold you close to me and I wanted to make you feel loved and cherished. That was the moment I realized I loved you."

Your eyes were welling with tears at the sentiment in his voice. You were almost speechless. Almost. "Ron, do you remember when we went to the Quidditch World Cup, and we were stuck behind Ludo Bagman?" You asked. Ron nodded. "I couldn't see the game whatsoever, apart from the occasional Victor Krum zooming above the stands. You let me take your place to watch, even though I wasn't as big a fan as you were. You made sure I could see, and you kept making sure I was okay and having a good time. The twins made fun of you for it, but it was sweet. That's what sparked it for me."

You sat down on the bed next to him. You both stayed in silence for a while letting your words reverberate and play over in the other's mind. You were so happy to finally have your emotions out in the open. Now that you had finally been assured, "He loves me", you wanted to take it to the next step. You wanted him to ask you to be his, officially. You wanted to close the gap between you for real this time, you wanted him to hold you like he said he would.

But he just sat there and stared into your eyes, drinking you in. And honestly, you couldn't be mad about it. You let him take every bit of you in, like he was seeing you in a new light. Slowly but surely, his hand moved and rested on your thigh. You felt both your bodys slowly gravitating towards each other, as if a magnet was pulling at you.

You were so close now, you felt the warmth of his body against yours. You rested your arms around his neck, and his moved slowly to your waist. Your faces were less than an inch apart now, your lips just about to kiss...

"Y/n! I just got back! 'Mione told me you were wrapping presents in there. Are you almost done? I need to wrap mine too!" Ginny called from the other side of the closed door. You remained entangled with Ron, but you quickly pulled your faces away from each other. Ron huffed and put his head on your shoulder, obviously upset you had been interrupted yet again.

"Yeah Gin, I'm done," You called back, also a little upset. "Good," She said, opening the door, "Hope I didn't get in the way of anything," She winked. It was then that you noticed the keyhole on the door could be used to look through. You also noticed that Ginny was brushing dirt off her knees.

"No, no you're fine! Prat..." You added that last part so only she could hear. The second you were both out of the room, Ginny slammed the door. You were definitely going to get back at her for that. Ron grabbed your hand, "Don't worry about it, y/n. We can go to my room." You nodded and smiled, already imagining what would happen once you were both alone behind closed doors now that your feelings were out in the open.

But of course, there is never a moment of peace in the Burrow. You had only taken one step up the stairs when you heard a loud crack behind you. "Sorry mate, she's ours for the afternoon," George said as he and Fred grabbed ahold of your arms and Apparated you back to their room. Even though you were a floor down now, you could still hear Ron's pissed off stomps as he receded back to his room.

"What is wrong with you two?" You shouted at the twins. You wanted nothing more than to leave and chase Ron. The problem with that was the twins had magically enchanted the door so you couldn't get out. When you discovered this, they had to hold you back so you couldn't hit either of them in your anger.

"Calm down, woman, hear us out," Fred said, picking up a pillow to use as a shield. "I was finally about to kiss the man I've had a crush on for years, and you two interrupted it! What could I possibly have to hear you out about?" You yelled.

Fred and George shared a look. "Well..." George started, "After you told us what you smelled in the amortentia we made earlier this year, we realized it could only be one person." Fred picked up an Extendable Ear and fiddled with it, "So, we might have told your dad what we discovered, and he might have told us that if you and Ron get together...well, lets just say we're out a few galleon, and we need you to kiss him so we can win."

You were absolutely fuming. "You told my dad about my crush, AND THEN MADE A BET WITH HIM OVER IT?! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU TWO!" You grabbed the nearest item (A Skiving Snackbox) "What makes me even angrier is that YOU COULD HAVE WON AND YOU PULLED ME AWAY!"

The twins looked absolutely terrified. "Ok so maybe we made a mistake, but doesn't everyone enjoy a slow burn romance?" Fred winked.

You smacked him in the head with a book. "Ok, ok we'll let you go!" George scurried to unlock the door, "Just stop hitting us." They continued their whining as you ran up the stairs. You ignored Harry in the bathroom calling out to you, and Mrs. Weasley calling for dinner below.

You didn't stop until you reached the door at the very top. Knocking lightly, you gently said, "Ron? Ron it's me, please open the-"

The door swung open, strong hands pulled you inside. You heard the door slam behind you. Ron had pinned you to the door, a look of anger, mixed with longing painted across it.

"Ron, we have to go to dinner," you whimpered weakly. It was hard to care about anything else when a man so beautiful had his hips against yours, faces so close your noses touched.

"Nothing is going to interrupt us until I finally get what I want"