Harry Potter - Preferences + Imagines

⚡Imagine #2 - Ron Weasley⚡

{Weasley is our king}

"Weasley! Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!" The crowds screamed at Ron as he scored yet another 10 points for Gryffindor. We knew that it was another 10 points because Jordan kept screaming it down the microphone. "Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!" The chanting only seemed to get louder and of course, you were one of the many people that was chanting. Ron was your boyfriend and had been for almost a year. He was playing alongside his best friend Harry and against the Slytherin Quidditch team. You were stood next to Hermione, one of your best friends; she was also chanting. You, Hermione, Harry and Ron were a close-knit group of friends that always had each other's backs for everything; no matter what. That's what friends are for, right? "He's doing really well!" Hermione said. "If he keeps this up, we'll win the match." I looked back at Ron. He winked at me before turning back to the match. "Come on Ron!" Me and Hermione shouted in unison. Ron, sat upon his broom, flew around the pitch, chasing one of the players from Slytherin, before cutting in front of him just as he was about to try and score for Slytherin. Ron kicked the quaffle out of the way, ensuring that the other team didn't score. The stadium erupted in adoring cheers and applause and just when things couldn't get any better for our team, Jordan exclaimed; "And Harry Potter has caught the golden snitch! 150 points and Gryffindor wins!!!" The screams only continued to get louder with mixes of "GO! GO! GRYFFINDOR!" and "WEASLEY! WEASLEY! WEASLEY!" Ron raised his arms in the air in exclamation before being hugged by Harry, Ginny and the rest of the team. "Hey guys! We won!" Neville said standing next to me and Hermione as we clapped along with the rest of the crowd. "All the girls are envious of you, (Y/n)." Hermione said nudging me.

"She's right." Neville said. "It's all anyone can talk about."

"What do you mean?" I asked them, my eyes still focused on Ron and the team.

"You're Ron's girlfriend. Of course, they're going to be envious, he's the new stud of Gryffindor."

"Of course, he is." Someone said behind us. The three of us turned around to see a group of girls. "You better watch your back (Y/n)." They giggled before walking off.

"Just ignore them." Hermione said. "You're (Y/n). Ron only has eyes for you. He always has and he always will." I smiled, feeling reassured. Everyone was beginning to head down and back to Hogwarts were celebrations were sure to be taking place.

In the common room, the music was loud and so was the chanting. People were picking Ron up and holding him in the air for everyone to see. "Weasley is our king!" They shouted in unison. People were dancing, some were getting pretty hands on with each and escaping when they could to different parts of the castle to make out. At one point, the music got so loud that McGonagall had to come in and tell us to turn it down because she was having difficulty getting to sleep; and the fat lady that guarded the common room was complaining non-stop.

When Ron held up the Gryffindor cup, the whole room erupted in cheers. "Weasley!!!!" When they put him down, he grabbed hold of me, catching me off guard. "Hey you." He said.

"Hey." I said, wrapping my arms around his neck as he hands were placed on my waist. "I don't know how I feel dating a famous person." The two of you laughed.

"I'm not famous but I am in love." He lips connected with mine as the whole room continued to party around us, with some people turning to say; "Ooooh."

"Weasley." I said, moving a strand of bright red hair from his face. "You're my king."

"Then, you are my queen."

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