“Okay,” he agreed, gazing up at you with doe eyes. He had a look of affection, admiration in his eyes as he watched you pick up your electric guitar. “what song are you playing?”

“Just something I found online.” You told him, picking up your electric guitar and taking a seat in front of him. You sat on the bed, him on the floor. He watched you from below, eyes doe and full of affection.

Ron Weasley was such a fool for you, and you knew damn well.