See You Then (Ron x Reader)
summary: ron catches y/n staring and it boosts his ego a little too much.
requested: 1 & 22 with Ron? :) <3
warings: none (possibly some swearing)
pairing: ron x reader
1.“You know, if you’re going to stare at me, you could at least do it while I’m not looking.”
22. “Stop it.” “What is it that you’d like me to stop?” “Smirking at me like that.” “Like what?“ “… Stop it!”
You hadn’t realized you’d been staring. Or, okay maybe you had, but Ron noticing was the last thing you expected to happen- though to fair, you weren’t exactly being subtle.
You couldn’t help it. He had a look on his face that hinted that he was concentrating quite hard, though you had no idea what on. Snape was lecturing the class about their lack of any kind of skill, or something along those lines, which wasn’t the kind of thing that required the amount of focus he seemed to be giving it.
His brows were furrowed, and his head was positioned in such a way that you could see how his jaw shifted in tune with his breathing. You were so distracted by this that you didn’t even notice that he had turned towards you, and had remained in that direction for some time- clearly waiting for you to look away.
After a minute of mutual staring, the corner of Ron’s mouth turns up into a smirk that you weren’t used to seeing on his face. You feel yourself flush, even before he leans across the aisle. “You know, if you’re going to stare at me, you could at least do it while I’m not looking.”
Your mouth drops open for a second, as you search from some kind of excuse as to why you had been staring at him so intently. “I was just-”
“Mr. Weasley, if you would save your flirting for outside of my classroom.”
Ron straightens up, though the smirk doesn’t leave his face as he sneaks a glance at your still flustered expression. You meet his gaze for a second before forcing your eyes to Snape, who had continued his rampage, now adding in a part about the “obvious disrespect that was being shown in his classroom.”
You didn’t even have to look to know that Ron’s smirk was still there. “Stop it.” you whisper, when Snape has his back turned to the two of you.
He arches an eyebrow at you, a look of feigned innocence plastered on his face. “What is it that you’d like me to stop exactly?”
“Smirking at me like that.” you shoot back, even though you knew he knew exactly what you meant.
His smirk only widens. “Like what?”
“…Stop it!” your voice unintentionally raises a few octaves, drawing the attention of the surrounding classmates. You feel your blush grow as you shrink in your seat, completely ready for the bell to ring.
“You seem to be awfully flustered over someone you once said reminded you of a rodent.”
“We were thirteen.” you scowl at him. “And I’m not flustered.”
“Really? Have you just run a marathon then? Because you’re cheeks are quite red.”
You shoot him a look, deciding that perhaps talking wasn’t the smartest thing for you to do at the current moment, as you were only seeming to prove his point.
Eventually, the bell does ring, though it takes much longer than you would’ve liked. You’re fully prepared to sprint towards the door, but Ron stops you before you even have time to pull out your chair. “So…” he fiddles with your quill, and you watch him, despite that being the very thing that was the cause of your class-long embarrassment. “What are you doing this weekend?”
Your heart flutters, and for a moment you’re afraid he heard it. “Not sure… Why?”
“Well, I was thinking we could hang out… If you’re free, that is?”
“Hang out how?” you ask carefully, not wanting to get the wrong idea.
Clearly that was the right thing to say, because his cocky smirk reappears. “Like a date, I suppose.”
“Oh. U-Um yeah. I’m free I guess.”
He looks at you for another second, his eyes seeming to be searching for something in yours, before grinning- a genuine grin this time. He takes a step back from your desk, setting down your quill. “Alright, cool. See you then, Y/N.”