Preface:
This story is a Ron Weasley × [Y/N] Granger, the Hufflepuff muggleborn cousin of Hermione Granger. This OS takes place in HBP and was requested by dunleejane. And for great folks like me [Y/N] means Your Name. You have to substitute your name there because this is a reader x character fic. Don't worry, I didn't know what [Y/N] meant previously and would often think he/she is a fandom made character like Mattheo. ;)

Dedicated To:
dunleejane for giving the idea. This is the first time I'm writing a character x reader so it might not be up to the mark.

⚠ Warning! ⚠
Loads of fluff xD

A bright sunny day with a cool breeze was the ideal summer day for a visit to a beat friend's house. The glimmering and, heated water of the lake in front of The Burrow was inviting to [Y/N] Granger who Apparated into the orchard. Standing outside with the door ajar was Ron Weasley, smiling. His hair was tousled and he was sweating profusely as he greeted [Y/N]. "My Puff! How are you?" he asked, smiling the usual lopsided grin which caused butterflies to fly around in [Y/N]'s stomach.

"I'm great, Ron. How are you?" [Y/N] asked.

"Been doing okay, I guess. Just the same Harry-Ginny thing, y'know? Blimey, those idiots are getting rather oblivious even to silly me!" he exclaimed, shrugging.

"Silly," [Y/N] started. "is not the right adjective to describe you. Dense would be the perfect one."

Ron blinked before doing a hopeless action with his hands. "Is this about Hufflepuffs and finding words?"

"Hufflepuffs are rather good finders, mind you Mister." [Y/N] crossed her arms over her chest and pretended to be mad. After all, Hufflepuffs are seriously underrated.

"Blimey! She got angry!" Ron teased. [Y/N] was about to respond in sarcasm when a squeal tore her ears and eyes away from her crush.

"[Y/N]!" A blur of red obscured [Y/N]'s sight. Tiny arms wrapped around her and a wildflower scent wafted to her nose. A sense of excitement spread over [Y/N] and she hugged her best friend back.

"Ginny! How are you?"

Ginny stepped away and grabbed [Y/N]'s arm. "I'm great! Ron! Why didn't you tell me about [Y/N] coming over?! And why didn't you invite her in, you lazy dumbo!" Ron rolled his eyes at his sister's fake rage.

"Oi! Harry was the one who sent me down telling I had a surprise. I s'ppose he sent the wrong Weasley. Here. Gimme your bag, [Y/N]." Ron grabbed [Y/N]'s bag, their fingers brushing for a split second of euphoria. [Y/N] felt her cheeks heat up; her heart accelerated when she saw a red tint spread across Ron's freckled cheek.

"Oh! C'mon, [Y/N]! Let's go to my room! I have to tell you something!" Ginny exclaimed before leading the way, her hair bouncing as she climbed the stairs. From the excitement evident in Ginny's voice, [Y/N] could make out the importance of this matter.

"Oi! What about this bag?" Ron shouted when the two girls were nearly halfway through the stairs.

"You took it from me. You bring it up. It's only fair, Ronald!" [Y/N] smirked. Ron's singsong sigh echoed all the way up to the first floor, despite all the creaking woods beneath their feets. Ginny's room was the on the left, the bathroom on the right. It had a splendid view towards the lake and the meadows. The room smelt of flowers. Posters of Gwenog Jones and The Weird Sisters lined the walls. A framed photo sat on her desk along with a box. [Y/N] picked it up, an instant smile lighting up her countenance. Standing and grinning in the photo was Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron and [Y/N].

"Y'know what Dad gave me? A communication set!" the redhead exclaimed, grabbing the box and sitting on the bed. She patted the space beside her and [Y/N] obliged. "I am going to use this to get you and your crush together," she smirked. [Y/N]'s cheeks tinged.

"W-what?! I mean, of course you can! I mean, you cannot!" [Y/N] stuttered, flailing her hands around. Ginny caught them before it injured her.

"Oh, shut it! I can see the effect he has on you and I don't want you both to be this dense! Come on! I have explained the other part as well!" Ginny stood up and in a jolt, forced [Y/N] to follow her.

"To whom?" [Y/N] asked as the wind blew against her face on their way to the lake.

"Ron, who else?"

"WHAT?!" Tension upon being caught by Ron Weasley overtook [Y/N]'s senses and her mind went blank. Oh, what trouble did I get in?

-xoxo-

"Hello? Hello! Can you hear screaming your name, you deaf cake!" Ginny's voice reverberated in [Y/N]'s ears. She was sitting on a white bench below a tree which literally coughed out rose petals out of the hole in its bark. The setting seemed fine enough but [Y/N] could not digest the fact that she was about to get together with her crush because of his sister's endeavours. "[Y/N]! Are you still there?!"

"You can very well see me from those bushes, Ginny," [Y/N] retorted.

"You - what? [Y/N]? Why are you here?" This was definitely not Ginny but it did not sound like Ron either. This was surely not the first time [Y/N]'s mind went blank that day. This new voice sounded more like. . .

"Harry?"

"Yeah, its me. Not to sound rude or anything but. . . why are you here?"

"I'm here because I love you, you daft dimbo!" Ginny stated through the piece of technology. I

"Because I love you, you daft dimbo!" [Y/N] exclaimed. When she realized what she had said, she ran her hands through her face and shook her head, feeling terribly embarrassed. What the hell do you think you are doing?! You love Ronald! Not Potter!

"Oh, um. . ." Harry scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I guess. . . err. . . I love you too, [Y/N] but just as a friend. . . I'm sorry but I love someone else. . . uh. . ." He ran an hand through his hair. "That's that, yeah. . ."

"Wait," [Y/N] looked up. "You don't love me more that friends, right?"

"Precisely."

"Oh no! [Y/N] we need to do something! Tell this, 'but Harry, just give me a chance! Let me take your hand and give you the power of love!' Take his hand, [Y/N]!" Ginny guided through the earphones but [Y/N] was not listening.

"That's great, Harry. I don't like you like that either. I like someone else. I can guarantee it's not you," [Y/N] piped up. Harry chuckled politely.

"Can I ask you something if you don't mind?" he asked out of the blue.

"Of course!"

"It's Ron, isn't it? The one you like?"

[Y/N] breath caught in her throat and her heart started racing. "H-how do yo-you know?"

"What?!" Ginny screamed.

"BLIMEY!" A shiver ran down [Y/N]'s spine at the voice. The cold breeze which was blowing until then had suddenly turned warm. She felt a pair of hands wrap around her midriff and words were whispered into her left ear. "You should have told me earlier, [Y/N]. We could have had months together because I have liked you since a long time. . ."

"Y-you d-did? Since wh-when?" [Y/N] asked in a shaky voice, her breath coming out raggedly.

"Let's just say. . . since our third year. Can we skip all the part and go to the sandwich testing part?"

"The what?" Without any warning, [Y/N] was spun around in Ron's arms.

"Please don't hex me for this." His whispered reply came before our lips met. [Y/N] could feel the frenzied flying of butterflies in her stomach and around her head. It was a giddy feeling of euphoria, one which she never wished to end. Somewhere in the distance, Harry's yelp and Ginny's squeals were heard but nothing really mattered. It was just [Y/N] and Ronald Weasley. They pulled away after a while, breathless and resting their foreheads against each other.

"Whoa. I didn't realise how happy you make me, My Puff," Ron whispered, a pink hue tinged across his face. [Y/N] could feel her toes curl and a blush errupting tob her cheeks. A petal of red rose fell on her hair and Ron grabbed it.

"It's probably that silly thing she did. . ." [Y/N] said in a tone which might have two implications. She was still unsure about what to tell or how to feel.

"If you are talking about Ginny, yeah. She told me you liked Harry. You don't know how low my heart drooped then, blimey! But if she was sacrificing her crush for her best friend, it's only fair I did the same too. . ." he trailed off, scratching his neck. Aw, he's adorable. "But if you mean yourself, I shall stand with a firm no. You are silly, yes and that's what made me call for you. Your sense of humour, y'know? I just could not sod off at ya! That's my confession," he added, offering the petal to her.

[Y/N] took it tenderly from his pale palm. It was really delicate, yet aromatic and lively. "Hufflepuffs are particularly good finders. I guess it meant this." [Y/N] looked up to meet the bright blue eyes of the guy she loved. Ron smiled in return.

"I couldn't have thanked the Sorting Hat more to have placed you in Hufflepuff. If it hadn't, you would have never found me and my happiness would have always been dormant without this My Puff," he smiled, melting her heart. "You mean a lot to me, [Y/N] Granger."

Thank you for reading!

Miyoko x