Ron Weasley. The name always made you frown. Ever since the first day at Hogwarts when he greeted you with a sticky hand. That was first year, sure. Now you’re in sixth year. He’s grown, matured.

Especially the grown part, apparently. Over summer holidays he’s gotten… hotter?

Now how has that happened? You’ve always seen him as this tall, lanky, clumsy fool who can’t even get simple spells right without stuttering. And now you’re just.. gawking at him. The idiot who you couldn’t look at without wanting to punch him.

He’s always been tall. That’s one of the first things people think about when they see Ron. Or any of the Weasley boys. But over summer holidays, Christ, he shot up. He’s well over six feet now. He was also still what would be described as ‘bony’ or ‘thin’ but he has a little more muscle about him. Not much, but it’s noticeable. His shoulder are a bit broader, they fill out his shirts better..

His jawline’s a little more filled out and he’s got a pathetic little mustache going that he seems too proud of to shave.

While you’re sitting on the train to Hogwarts, you’re across from him, next to Hermione while Ron sits next to Harry. All of you are chatting amongst yourselves, talking about what you did over summer, when Ron just can’t get over your very obvious gawking.

“Why are you starin’ at me so much? Do I got somethin’ on my face?”

He says, wiping uselessly at his cheek then looking at you. Now Hermione and Harry are exchanging a look.

Oh, god.