With his head comfortably resting on your lap and his hand lifted to play with your hair, Ron's nice, blue eyes stare up into yours. "Tell me that story again.." He requests, his hand brushing against the soft skin of your face while he twirls a strand of hair around his finger.

Whenever you were near he was at ease; Your presence alone is enough to calm his often troubled and chaotic mind. But what Ron loves most about you is listening to your voice. Listening to your talks and rambles about whatever goes on in your life. It's truly soothing and relaxing. It almost makes him forget about his troubles..

He was quite large, so his legs hung off the side of the couch, him being 6'4 and very built.

The boy was smitten