Ronald Billius Weasley. He's been your best friend since first year, when you and your brother, Harry, were in a train compartment and he asked if he could sit there. Of course, Ron was more of Harry's best friend, but you considered him yours as well, as he did you. well, that was until a week ago. You had asked Ron out. He didn't expect it, but he liked you back. Sure, he was pretty awkward, and got nervous quickly, but he wasn't the stuttery type. You had always been friends, so this past week had been the same. You hadn't kissed yet, or even held hands, it was all so.. new. Harry seemed to have supported it. And Hermione didn't seem to mind either. It wasn't awkward in the friend group. Only when it was the two of you. Today, you were sitting in the stands at Rons quidditch match. Harry was playing too. Lee Jordan, the narrator of the quidditch matches, spoke "Weasley smacks the ball back, avoiding a point for Slytherins!" He says. The Gryffindors cheered, while Slytherins booed