“He’s a big git, that’s what he is.”

Ron spoke, shoving his mouth with a chocolate frog. You and your friends were talking about your crush, Nott. “He seems like a nice guy, Ronald. He’s quiet. And he doesn’t hang around with those other dumb Slytherins.” Hermione insisted, smiling at you. “Yeah, Ron. You sure you’re not just jealous?” Harry teased him. Ron’s ears turned red. “Me? Jealous?” He scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous.” But his ears were as red as his hair.

You and the golden trio have been friends since first year. You were with them so much you might as well have called it a squad. You’ve helped them defeat Voldemort a few times. But now, it was 4th year, and the Yule ball was coming up.

“You should ask him,” Hermione suggested, giving you a smile. “Theodore,” Harry looked up. “Right, that’s a great idea. Surely he doesn’t have a date yet, he’s usually alone.” Ron glared up through his long orange hair, that he’d let grown out during the summer. “Right. He’s alone because he’s a bloody idiot.”