Ronald never really knew how to talk to girls. He was the youngest boy in his family, and his older brothers, whether it was the twins Fred and George or Charlie, had always had all the attention of the girls. And then, since he was the best friend of the boy who lived, Ron was once again pushed aside.

So when you confessed to him that you loved him with your red cheeks and your eyes lowered to the ground, he thought it was a bad joke. In his head, it was impossible that a girl as pretty as you loved him.

Yet you have been together for a month and he would never have believed that having a girlfriend was so fantastic.

For example, every morning, you greeted him in the Great Hall by sitting next to him and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. This sweet and loving gesture always made him blush like a tomato, his face matching his red hair. And once again, this morning he had kept the place for you at his side, waiting patiently for you to arrive while listening to Harry and Hermione chatting and enjoying the good breakfast.