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"It's unethical, Ron. You shouldn't do this!" Hermione squeaked as Ron poured a bit of Amortentia into Y/n's tea. Just as he put the cap back on, Y/n sat down, a smile on her face. "What's wrong, Hermione?" Y/n asked, noticing the witch's scowl. Hermione simply ducked her head, not saying anything.
Y/n grabbed the goblet filled to the brim with tea. She put it to her lips but just as she was about to drink it, she smelt the slight hint of Amortentia - Ron' amortentia. She pretended to drink the tea, and quickly put it down.
Was Ron really that big of a coward that he would give me a love potion instead of telling me himself? Y/n thought. Two can play at that game.
"Lovely day, isn't it, Ron?" Y/n queried, forcing a smile. "What? Oh, yeah... great." Ron stammered. Hermione let out a huff before getting up and storming out. Y/n and Ron just look to each other and shrug.
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It was two in the morning. Ron and Y/n snuck into the restricted section of the library. If Ron wasn't going to confess himself, Y/n was going to force it out of him.
Y/n sat across from Ron, a huge grin on her face as Ron averted his gaze. "You're quite handsome, Ron." Y/n muttered. "T- Thank you." Ron gulped, finally having the guts to look at Y/n.
Y/n sent him a soft smile as she leaned in. Just as their lips were about to touch, Ron broke.
"This is wrong!" He yelped, Y/n quickly pulling back. "I slipped you some amortentia. Hermione was right, you don't like me. This is wrong." Ron cried out. "Ron, I never drank the tea. I smelled the amortentia as soon as I picked the cup up. And... I do like you. I was just hoping you would tell me, you know - by yourself." Y/n corrected.
"Now I feel like such a prat." Ron admit. "You should. But you're a cute prat." Y/n giggled. "Can we restart? You know, pretend like this never happened?" Ron asked. "I can't promise you that. But if you tell me you like me, maybe things will be a bit better." Y/n gushed.
"I fancy you, Y/n Y/l/n. You're brilliant, beautiful. Just absolutely bloody brilliant." Ron marveled. Y/n hummed in content. "That's better."
