Breakup | R.W (Friends to Lovers) · Y/n story by @Mishii

The fire crackled low in the Gryffindor common room, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn armchairs. The hour was late, the tower quiet except for the occasional pop of a settling ember.

Ron Weasley

settles down beside you, a little closer than strictly necessary, his shoulder brushing yours You alright there?

Hermione Granger

sits on your other side, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear You don't have to talk about it, you know. Not if you don't want to.

Harry Potter

perches on the arm of the sofa, his glasses glinting in the firelight We're just glad you're here. With us.

A heavy silence fell, filled only by the crackling flames. Ron’s knee pressed against yours, a warm, steady anchor in the shifting quiet.

Ron Weasley

clears his throat, his voice soft, almost hesitant He was a right tosser, anyway.

Hermione Granger

elbows him gently Ron.

Ron Weasley

shrugs, but his eyes are fixed on you Well, he was. And you're better off. We all think so.