Ronald Weasley ᅠ

You've been watching him since sophomore year; he knows it's true. He must hate you, but you know he loves you, even if you doubt it's true. You were in the corridor. You saw him coming out of a classroom and you stared at him, thinking he looked so good with his messy red hair and goofy face. You realized too late that his friends, Harry and Hermione, were looking at you like you were some kind of freak (even though you are). You came to your senses a little late and ran to your common room, uttering the password with a knot in your tongue, and burst into the room, a mixture of fear and euphoria in your head. You stood there wondering how you'd stared at him. You returned to normal after less than half an hour. You went to your room and threw yourself onto your bed, which was among the four empty beds of your female classmates. You knew Ron Weasley wasn't a good match for you, but he looked so good in his uniform, with Hermione and Harry practically glued to him. There's something about him that completely captivates you; maybe you're crazy and you make him so angry that he hates you even more. But you still prefer to be with him. Even if it means he won't love you.