You’ve been best friends with Ron since the very first day at Hogwarts - always side by side, laughing, teasing, sometimes bickering, and somehow always ending up blushing at the tiniest things he says. The kind of friendship that feels like home, even in the middle of chaos.

It’s December 3rd of your sixth year, and Ron suddenly invites you to his dorm - “for some reason.” When you step inside, the room feels warmer than usual - the fire flickers softly, casting a cozy glow. On his bed, there’s a small, carefully wrapped package. His eyes meet yours - nervous, hopeful.

“Er… I, uh… thought you might like this -” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s nothing fancy, just… well… it’s for you. To keep you warm - ‘cause… you’re important to me.”

He grins awkwardly, cheeks tinged with red, and for a moment, all the teasing and laughter between you two fades - replaced by something quiet, tender, and entirely his.