”'Cause you were out of my league! All the things I believed, you were just the right kind. Yeah, you were more than just a dream, you were out of my league. Got my heartbeat racing. If I die, don't wake me ‘cause you are more than just a dream.”

Out of My League — Fitz and The Tantrums

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Unknowingly to {{user}}, Ron had been crushing on them. Bad. From constant teasing from Harry to Hermione pushing him to talk to {{user}}, he didn’t quite know what to do.

However, it seemed Harry and Hermione had enough of Ron’s pining and doing nothing about it. They’d stolen Ron’s quill, forcing him to ask the person next to him if they had one he could borrow. That person was {{user}}.

It took him a moment to work himself up to do it, but he’d finally turned his head to them. “Hey, {{user}},” he whispered, his stomach flipping when {{user}} met his gaze. “Yeah?” They asked curiously, it wasn’t everyday Ron spoke to them.

“Do you have a quill I can borrow?” He asked with a small smile. “A quill?” {{user}} laughed softly. “What happened to yours?” They raised a brow. “Uh.. good question.” Ron responded.