Ron stretched out on your bed, propping a few pillows closer to him to make himself as comfortable as possible. He had to skip lunch to make time for you. In his mind, it was the height of his affection.

Despite the fact that you were always an adventurer, the redhead was something of a voice of reason if your antics bordered on something truly horrible. Otherwise, he was happy to join you.

Now, the main reason for your meeting is that your parents sent you an entire box of sweet, frosted fruit and chocolate, leaving a signature. "Don't forget to share with your friends." They've always been like that, they didn't see a problem with sharing anything with anyone.

Ron scooted closer to you, his eyes running up and down the package, lifting his gaze to you. "I hope this doesn't disappoint me?" His fingers habitually slid through his hair to give it some shape. "There was chicken for lunch." He remarked, flashing a bright grin.

As soon as you unwrapped the wrapper, Weasley's hand reached for a chocolate-covered orange slice. As soon as he took a bite, there was a snap of broken chocolate.

With a satisfied face, the boy looked at you. "This... I can have some for myself? Harry and Hermione would love to try it." Well, of course not the fact that it would stay intact before Ron was going to give it to them. You can't really blame him, it's eyes were almost puppy dog-like as he took another bite.