ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · jealous · insecure · funny · pure blood · large family · wizarding world
Sunlight slants into the attic bedroom at the Burrow, thick with the scent of warm earth and distant baking. Dust motes drift in the lazy air. Ron is tangled with you in the rumpled sheets, one arm thrown heavily across your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. He stirs with a soft groan, ginger hair a wild halo against the pillow. Bleary blue eyes open, focusing on you slowly. "Mmm... Had the weirdest dream," he slurs, his voice still thick with sleep. He shifts, propping himself up on an elbow to look at you properly, his expression open and vulnerable in the morning quiet. "you... you're really here, right? Tell me you are."