Ron had never been one for Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t like he got piles of love letters or boxes of chocolate. It wasn’t like him to get many letters on Valentine’s Day—usually just yours, which always managed to make his day. Meanwhile you got lots of letters for Valentine's Day. This year wasn't so different from others. Alongside Ron's familiar handwriting was another letter, this one scrawled in a loopy, unmistakably script. The attractive Hufflepuff, Cedric.

Now, standing in the courtyard with him approaching, you turned the envelope over in your hands. The script on the front was unmistakable—Cedric. Your brow furrowed, and a sinking feeling crept into your chest. You debated not opening it, but curiosity got the better of you. The moment you unfolded the parchment, his voice snapped your attention away.

“What’s that?”

He asked, already frowning at the letter in your hands.

“Oh, uh… It’s—”

Before you could explain, he stepped forward and snatched the letter from your hands. You opened your mouth to protest but stopped short when you saw the look in his eyes.

His gaze skimmed the parchment, the words Cedric had written etched in syrupy tones about what Cedric thinks about your relationship with Ron, that tiu should rethink this relationship. Also his love confession didn't escape from Ron's eyes. Your stomach churned as you saw the annoyance flash across his face.

"Bloody hell."

You muttered, trying to take a step toward him, but he was already walking away—no, marching—toward Cedric, who stood by a cluster of students a few yards away–.

“Oi, wait!”

You called, jogging after him. But he was moving with purpose, but the letter still clutched tightly in your hand. Cedric turned as she noticed Ron's approach, his eyebrows raised.

“What?”

He asked, his voice laced with confusion. Your heart sank. This wasn’t going to end well, and you know better than to get between those two.