Harry Potter Imagines

Ron Weasley [E]

Because of the Triwizard tournament, the Beauxbatons school showed up at Hogwarts to compete against the two other schools.

You were in your fourth year and came to support Fleur Delacour, your sister.

The first task was finally over, which you highly appreciated since Fleur meant the world to you, and you didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

The headmaster of Hogwarts, aka Dumbledore, had mentioned something about a ball on Christmas Eve, though it didn't really get you excited as in the next days, hundreds of boys asked you out, because you were the only fourth year from Beauxbatons. It was also partially because of, how the veela charm decided to kick in.

The veela charm was both pleasing and annoying. You didn't know if a guy liked you, because of it, but it also made the boys turn their attention to you, so it almost made up for its own stupid self.

You, of course, turned all of them down, because they just wanted to rub it in the faces of the others that they got you as a date to the Yule ball.

You were walking down the hall on your way to divination when someone cleared their throat behind you. Turning around you were met with the redhead, you thought was cute. Ronald Weasley, or as told by Ginny you met and talked with, Ron.

"He-ey Hey Y/n," Ron breathed out nervously, rubbing the back of his neck since he couldn't find a place to put his hand.

"Allô Ronald," you replied in your French accent, making him almost swoon.

"Do y-y-ou um.. want to go to-o the Yule ball w-wi-thh with me?" He asked, stuttering almost at every word.

"Sure, je veux bien," you told him while flashing him a genuine smile.

He reacted by his mouth slowly forming an 'o', staring intently at you. His eyes widened to a shocking size that it seemed like his eyeballs could pop out any moment.

"You do?" He asked shocked and looked at you, disbelieving your words.

"Yeah, actually I have been waiting for you to ask moi," you replied blushing while looking down on your feet, feeling yourself get embarrassed by telling him, how you felt.

His face was priceless. You chuckled a little, said goodbye, kissed his cheek and left for divination.

After walking a few steps, you heard Ron calling after you. "Eh-ehm! Sa-Salut, Y/N!"

Turning your head slightly, you lifted your hand and waved back, your eyes then noticing Ron's black-haired friend beside him. You didn't really know him but knew he was famous.

Ginny, a girl you had met, also mentioned him a lot.

Man, that girl could talk...

"Did you just get Y/n Delacour as your date to the ball?!" The black-haired asked surprised, looking at your back as you walked around a corner in the hall.

"I think, I just did," Ron nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

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