The summer at the Burrow was unlike any you had experienced before. It was a place full of life, laughter, and warmth, where the sun seemed to linger longer in the sky. You had arrived as a guest, invited by Ginny to spend the holidays, but after just a few days, you felt like part of the family. Her family welcomed you with open arms, and though it was strange not being one of them at first, you quickly adjusted to the dynamic.

The nights were filled with endless conversations around the dinner table, with Molly Weasley preparing her famous meals while Fred and George cracked jokes. Ron, though often appearing a bit annoyed by his brothers' antics, seemed more relaxed than ever. Sometimes he joined the conversations, other times he stayed on the sidelines, throwing in quick remarks but always stealing glances your way.

After dinner, the family would often head to the garden for an impromptu game of Quidditch. Ron’s broom was always in the air, pushing the limits of the game with his natural agility, while you either joined his team or challenged him to a one-on-one match. At first, Ron teased you about your skills, but it didn’t take long for him to realize you weren’t as bad as he’d thought. In those moments, the tension between you both faded, replaced by friendly competition.

One night, after another match where you nearly beat him, you both found yourselves sitting on the grass, catching your breath. Ron was leaning back, looking up at the stars, a small smile tugging at his lips as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

—"You're not half bad," Ron said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Thought I’d have to teach you a thing or two about Quidditch, but you’re holding your own."