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"Come on, Y/n. We just need you to watch the hall for any prefects or teachers." Fred begins. "It's easy. We'll owe you." George adds. "Fine. But if I get caught i'm blaming you." I groan. As the twins walk away, I stand at my post. I see two figures approaching me. As they get closer, I make out who it is. "Hi, Ron." I smile. "Y/n, what are you doing out here?" Ron asks. "Fred and George." I reply. "Won-Won, come on." Lavender coos, pulling on Ron's sleeve. "Lav and I were just sneaking out. You won't tell anyone, right?" Ron asks. "Of course not, Ron." I smile sadly. I had liked Ron since the day we met. I assumed he liked me back until this year when he started dating Lavender. "You go have fun." I add. "You're the best, y/n/n. Love you!" Ron calls before he and Lavender take off down the hall. "Love you more." I mutter softly, slouching against the wall. - I sat on Harry's bed as I watched Ron devour the chocolates that were meant for Harry. He sat staring up at the moon in awe. I watch Harry walk into the room, his brows furrowing at the sight of Ron. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" Ron blurts. "Divine. Had ourselves a little late night snack, did we?" Harry replies. "It was on your bed, the box. I just thought I'd try one." Ron explains. "All twenty." I laugh. "I can't stop thinking about her, Harry." Ron smiles. I look down at my lap. "Honestly, you know, I'd reckon she was starting to annoy you." Harry replies, sitting down next to me. "Annoy me?" Ron asks, sitting on the other side of me, squishing me in between the two. "I think I love her." Ron nods. "Well, brilliant." Harry replies, getting off of the bed. "Do you think she knows I exist?" Ron asks. "I very well hope so. She's been snogging you for three months." I retort. "Who are you talking about?" Ron asks. "Who are you talking about?" Harry and I question. "Romilda, of course. Romilda Vane." Ron replies. "Okay, very funny." Harry laughs, walking over to pick up the chocolate wrappers. Ron stands up and throws the box at him, making me laugh. "Ah, what was that for?" Harry groans. "It's no joke. I'm in love with her!" Ron retorts. "All right. Fine. You're in love with her. Have you ever actually met her?" Harry asks. "No. Can you introduce me?" Ron questions. Harry stays silent. Ron walks back to the window, watching the moon again. I look down at the card sitting on the bed. "Harry." I whisper. He walks over and reads the card. We look to each other, laughing with one another that Ron ate a love spell. Harry and I walk over to Ron. "Come on, Ron. I'm gonna introduce you to Romilda Vane." Harry explains. We help Ron stand up and Harry leads us to an office. - "I'm sorry, sir. I wouldn't bother you if it weren't absolutely essential." Harry explains. "Where's Romilda?" Ron asks, earning a slap upside the head from me. "What's the matter with Weasley?" Slughorn asks. Harry whispers something to him. "Very well. Better bring him in." Slughorn replies. - "I'd've thought you could whip up a remedy for this in no time, Harry." Slughorn explains as he rummages through his case. "Oh, I thought this called for more practiced hands, sir." Harry replies. Ron walks over to Slughorn and wraps his arms around him. "I like to hug." He smiles. "Perhaps you're right." Slughorn nods. Harry and I walk Ron over to the couch and sit him down. As Harry and Slughorn went into a private conversation, Ron kept trying to stand up. He walked over to the other couch and stood up on it before falling over and onto the ground. I walk around the couch and drag him back to it, sitting him down once again. "Here, boy. Bottoms up." Slughorn sighs, hanging Ron the remedy. "What's this?" Ron asks. "Tonic. For the nerves." Slughorn explains. Ron takes a sip. Slowly, his smile begins to falter as he looks around the room. "What's happened to me?" He asks. "Love potion." Harry and I reply. "A very strong one at that." Slughorn replies, taking the glass from Ron. "I feel really bad." He groans. "You need a pick me up, boy. Like a butter beer, wine, dazzling oak matured mead. I had other intentions for this but I think given the circumstances." Slughorn suggests as he pours all four of us a glass. Ron drank first. "To life!" Slughorn cheers. Harry and I were about to drink but before we could, Ron dropped to the ground, his glass shattering. I quickly ran to him. His body was shaking and his mouth frothing. "What's happening to him. Harry, what's happening?" I ask as I crouch down next to Ron. "Ron. Ron. Ron. Professor, do something. Harry!" I plead. Harry ran to get something. "I don't understand." Slughorn replied. I sat next to Ron, holding onto his hand. "Ron, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay." I assure. "Faster, Harry!" I scream. Ron stopped shaking. Harry made his way over. "Y/n, hold his mouth open." Harry orders. I followed directions and watched as Harry popped something into his mouth. "Come on, Ron. Breathe." I plead. We sat in silence for a moment, my hand placed on Ron's chest as the three of us watched him with hope and fear. Thankfully, Ron began to cough as he sat up. "These girls. They're gonna kill me." Ron jokes before leaning back down. I smile and embrace him in a hug. Tears started to escape my eyes as I tried my best to stay silent. "Why are you crying? Why is she crying?" Ron asks. Harry shrugs. "I thought I would lose you, you idiot. Can't you ever stop eating?" I ask him, wiping my tears as I pull away. "I suppose I might have to." Ron chuckles. I laugh and hug him again, this time he hugs back. "You scared me, Ron. Gosh, I don't know what I'd do without you." I sigh. "You care about me?" Ron teases. "Yes. I do actually. I love you." I blurt. My eyes widen as I realized what I said. "You do?" Ron asks. "Maybe. Possibly." I stammer. "I love you, too." Ron smiles, cupping my face as he kisses me. I kiss back. A smile growing on my face. "Finally! Just wait till I tell Hermione. She owes me three galleons." Harry exclaims. Ron and I look to him in annoyance.
