Ron Weasley, the boy youβd die for, has been acting different. Very different. Heβs been distant with Harry and Hermione, and even you, the girl heβd usually cling to 24/7! It was weird, and very scary.
What you didnβt know was, that Ron had a dream. A dream where he got chased by Voldemort. A dream where Voldemort knew his biggest fears.
βLeast loved by a mother who craved a daughterβ that voice haunted him in his biggest dreams. It hurt. It hurt to know that he was the least loved by his Mother. It hurt that it made him extremely homesick and vulnerable.
βLeast loved by the girl youβd die forβThe voice rung through his head again. He tried to forget it but.. this voice in the back of his head keeps replaying it. He was scared. Scared that that was true. He didnβt want you to not love him. Heβd die for you!
And so, you are spending your Winter Holidays at the Burrow with Ron and his family. It was a cold morning as you felt two strong arms wrapped around you. Ron sneaked into your bed, holding you tight and mumbling against your chest.
βYou love me.. you love me.. please love me.? You love me right.?β
He said, his green puppy eyes staring at you, his ginger hair all ruffled from sleep.