The Red Head Who Stole My Heart ~?Ron Weasley x Reader?~ (Book 1; Year 1)

ITS RON'S BIRTHDAY!! <3 (March 1)

Y/n

All the girls begin heading up the stairs to their dormitories. I share mine with Hermione, a girl named Lavender Brown, a twin named Pavarti Patil, and another girl I've yet to meet. All of our belongings have been brought up, as Percy said. I sat on the bed and bounced a little, feeling quite excited that this mattress seemed extremely comfortable.

Our uniform lay on chairs beside our beds, including a Gryffindor scarf on the backrest. "Well, I'm off to bed, yeah? Today felt a lot longer than I expected," I laughed airily while coming out of the restroom in my pajamas and realizing that my Tawny owl was there, perched on his spot. "I mean, there isn't anything better to do than reading," Hermione says as she grabs an extremely big book and leans against the bedpost, beginning to read it.

"Oh, hello! I didn't see you there before I left," I pet him with my finger and tilted my head. "I haven't given you a name, have I? How awful of me," The owl shook its head rapidly, feathers fluffing outwards as if to tell me no. "Well, I think you look like a.. Bailey? No, maybe a Beau?" I pet him again and neither one feels right.

"Hm, what about Thatch? Thatch sounds more like it, right?" The owl chirps and happily, but softly, pecks at my hand. "Of course, here, a small snack for the night, how's that sound?" I fed him a small piece of something as I prepared all my books out on my desk, then slipping myself under the soft duvet and falling asleep fairly quickly.

***

Harry, Ron, and I were running as fast as we could to get to our first class of the day. Transfiguration. We'd finally found it and ran into the classroom to see the whole class, yet no teacher. "Whew, we made it!" I say and we all try to catch our breath. "Can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?" Ron says, making me laugh a bit after I finally catch my breath.

The cat perched on her desk immediately jumps off once he says that and turns into McGonagall. I gripped my bag and tensed, worried she might toss us out of class or something before Ron says, "That was bloody brilliant!"

"Oh, thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter, Ms L/n and yourself into a pocket watch? That way at least one of you might be on time." Harry sighs and says, "We got lost." I nod along, "We really did, Professor." "Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." We sigh and the boys take their seats in the front and I take mine next to Hermione behind them.

***

Our second class of the day ends up being Potions, another class it took us longer to find than expected. We found it in the dungeons and its honestly quite cold down here, I don't know how the Slytherins manage to do it. The professor barges in, his giant cape flowing in the air behind him as he left the door to swing closed on its own. He stands under the only window and starts speaking at us, "There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class."

He turns around and looks directly at the row I'm sat in as he continues speaking, "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few," He glances over at a snarky, self-confident looking Malfoy, "who posses the predisposition I can teach you how to bewitch the mind, and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death." He pauses for a quick moment, staring daggers directly at my left, where Harry's sat presumably taking notes.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention." He scowls in our direction and I nudge Harry's arm. He quickly drops the quill and looks up at the Professor, folding his hands on the desk, nervously.