Peace Offerings (Ron Weasley x Reader)

         “He’s lying!” Ron yelled as (Y/N) nodded patiently. They were sitting by the Black Lake, (Y/N)’s back to a towering oak tree’s trunk and Ron standing next to the lake, throwing little rocks into the water.

         Ron turned to (Y/N), frustrated. “There’s no way Harry could have put his name into the Goblet of Fire! Why didn’t he tell me, though? Why’d he lie?”

         “I don’t know, Ron,” (Y/N) said as Ron took a seat next to her. “I don't know if Harry put his name in or not. There's no way to know for sure.”

         Ron huffed at (Y/N)’s answer; it was obvious he had been expecting her to agree with him.

         (Y/N) couldn't just fling random opinions everywhere. No matter how much she fancied Ron, she would not agree with whatever he said. Personally, (Y/N) believed Harry when he had told her that he had never placed his name in the goblet or had someone do it for him. Harry would never lie about something as serious as the Triwizard Tournament.

         “Come on, (Y/N). You can't seriously think Harry is telling you the truth. He's only lying to you because he fancies you!”

         (Y/N) had had enough of the conversation. She got up, disappointed. “I can’t believe you’d sink to such a low.”

         “But it's true, (Y/N)! He's just lying to you so you don't hate him,” Ron said, trying to justify himself.
“Well then, maybe I'll go hang out with Harry, who doesn’t find excuses to get me to agree with him!”

         (Y/N) stomped a few steps away before turning around quickly. “And for your information, I actually do believe Harry!”

         And with that, (Y/N) walked away defiantly, leaving Ron staring behind her, alone.

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         “Hey, (Y/N)!” Harry said when he spotted her on the Gryffindor couch. She gave him a small smile.

         “Hey.”

         “Hey, what's wrong?” It seemed that Harry had noticed her previous frown, then. (Y/N) sighed.

         “Just Ron being an idiot. He’s been going on and about how he thinks you lied to him about entering the Triwizard Tournament, but I got angry because he brought up a stupid excuse to try and get me to agree with him.” (Y/N) rolled my eyes. “Needless to say, I decided that I needed to sort out my thoughts before I blew up at him.”

         “What excuse did he make?” Harry asked.

         “Just that you liked me or something like that,” (Y/N) said, trying to sound nonchalant. It did not go as planned when Harry blushed, his face becoming the color of a ripe tomato.

         “Well, I mean -- um,” Harry stuttered. (Y/N) looked at him, feeling embarrassed.

         “Oh -- well, I have to go. Sorry, Harry, I’ll see you later.” (Y/N) left him sitting there, staring at her retreating back as she walked off to who-knew-where.

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         “Oh Merlin,” (Y/N) said to herself quietly. She was standing in a corridor by a window. “That was quite embarrassing. I had no idea that was true.”

         “(Y/N)!” Ron was running towards her in a hurry. “(Y/N)!”

         He stopped in front of her, hands on his thighs and huffing like a madman.

         “What do you want, Ron?” (Y/N) asked, trying to act annoyed, but secretly, she was glad that he had come to find her.

         Ron stood up stood up straight, hands behind his back.

         “I just wanted -- ” he cleared his throat, “this is a lot harder than I expected.”

         (Y/N) raised an eyebrow.

         “Yeah, right, anyway,” he continued. “I wanted to apologize for how I acted earlier. I wasn't thinking straight and I got mad, but it wasn’t at you, so I had no right to say the things that I said.”

         “Ron,” (Y/N) said, “I appreciate the apology, but what I want to actually know is why you were bringing up that random excuse. I know you were mad, but I listened to you patiently and I didn’t argue with you at all. Why did you have to go and say that Harry liked me?”

         Ron blushed, looking down. “Merlin, it’s finally come down to this.” He looked at (Y/N), and she could see his ears turning red at the tips. “I -- um, (Y/N), I really like you. I fancy you loads, but I’ve always been jealous of Harry because he fancies you and you fancy him back. That’s why I got angry and said what I did.”

         “Oh my goodness, Ron,” (Y/N) said. “Are you really that oblivious?”

         “What?”

         “All this time, I’ve liked you, not Harry. Ron, I’ve fancied you since our second year,” (Y/N) said, anxious to see Ron’s reaction.

         “Wait -- what? Really?”

         “Yeah,” (Y/N) said quietly.

         “Um, I’m not the best at these things,” Ron said awkwardly, “but now that we both know that we like each other, how about we celebrate?”

         (Y/N) laughed. “How, Ron?”

         He brought out a plate of cookies from behind his back. “I got these from the kitchen to bring as a peace offering to you for our argument earlier, but since we just… confessed, maybe we could eat these together as a celebration?”

         “Merlin, Ronald,” (Y/N) said, giggling. “You are one of a kind.”

         They sat down in the corridor together, side by side, the plate of cookies in between them.

         “Ron?”

         “Hm?” said Ron with a cookie stuffed in his mouth. Before he knew it, (Y/N) pressed her lips to his cheek before pulling back, sitting down, and grabbing a cookie herself. He blushed again.

         She smiled. “These cookies are your peace offering; that kiss was mine.”