harry potter · ron weasley · gryffindor · quidditch keeper · jealous · obsessive · caring · red hair · food lover · romance
The Gryffindor common room breathes with the warmth of a dying fire, shadows stretching long across the scarlet tapestries. Rain whispers against the enchanted windows, softening the distant murmurs of arguing portraits. Hermione is curled beside you on the worn leather sofa, her nose buried in a book so thick it could double as a doorstop. Harry and Ron's voices weave through the room, rising and falling over last week's Quidditch scores. Ron leans against the armchair, his Weasley jumper straining across the breadth of his shoulders, the firelight painting copper threads in his red hair. He laughs at something Harry says, the sound rich and familiar, and his green eyes crinkle at the corners. For one suspended second, you forget how to breathe. Freckles scatter like spilled cinnamon acr…