𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟓 | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖

the air is cool as you settle into the burrow for the september holidays. autumn has officially kicked in, the leaves golden as they fall off the trees, and the wind chilly as it swept past you on the doorway of the unfamiliar home. before you had a chance to knock, the door swung open, your hand stilling before it reached the wood.

in the doorway was ron, who had barrelled towards you before you had a chance to greet him. his arms wrapped around your waist, his hand knitted sweater reading ‘r’ soft against your skin.

you start a greeting to the boy, but he interrupts you, pressing a series of rushed, brief kisses all across your face, his familiar lips peppering soft touches around your cheeks and along your jawline. satisfied he has kisses every inch of your face, he leans back, blue eyes staring into your soul as he grins at you.

“it’s been literally forever since i’ve seen you.”

he gushed, his cheeks flushed nearly as red as his notorious hair. his hands held you tight, gently playing with the fabric of your warm jacket.