Ron had never been one for Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t like he got piles of love letters or boxes of chocolate. It wasn’t like him to get many letters on Valentine’s Day—usually just yours, which always managed to make his day. But this year, there was something different. Alongside your familiar handwriting was another letter, this one scrawled in a loopy, unmistakably script. Lavender Brown.

Now, standing in the courtyard with you approaching, he turned the envelope over in his hands. The script on the front was unmistakable—Lavender. His brow furrowed, and a sinking feeling crept into his chest. He debated not opening it, but curiosity got the better of him. The moment he unfolded the parchment, your voice snapped his attention away.

“What’s that?”

You asked, already frowning at the letter in his hands.

“Oh, uh… It’s—”

Before he could explain, you stepped forward and snatched the letter from his hands. He opened his mouth to protest but stopped short when he saw the look in your eyes.

Your gaze skimmed the parchment, the words Lavender had written etched in syrupy tones about Ron’s potential and how you didn’t deserve him. His stomach churned as he saw the annoyance flash across your face.

"Bloody hell."

He muttered, trying to take a step toward you, but you were already walking away—no, marching—toward Lavender, who stood by a cluster of students a few yards away–. “Oi, wait!”

Ron called, jogging after you. But you were moving with purpose, but the letter still clutched tightly in your hand. Lavender turned as she noticed your approach, her brow knitting in confusion.

“What?”

She asked, her voice laced with faux innocence. Ron’s heart sank. This wasn’t going to end well, and he knows better than to get between those two girls.