Ron. Ron Weasley.
I'm Ronald Weasley.
Youngest son and second youngest child in a family of 9.
Best mate of the Chosen One. Basically just... Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I'm a fifth year. Prefect. Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
What of it?
OOC:
This is a roleplaying blog. I own nothing and only follow my fellow roleplayers.
Youngest son and second youngest child in a family of 9.
Best mate of the Chosen One. Basically just... Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I'm a fifth year. Prefect. Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
What of it?
OOC:
This is a roleplaying blog. I own nothing and only follow my fellow roleplayers.
kurtelizabeth--hummel Asks:
George stood, helping Ron stand upright. He looked around, making sure they were completely alone. It was times like these, he thought, that he wished he still had the Marauder's Map with him. He sighed. It was now or never. No more waiting, no more stalling. He was going to fix the large gap he had created in their relationship.
"Ron, I'm sorry. I'm going to confess, right here, right now. You didn't make the antidote-- you made the actual potion. I was just going to use it as a prank. I didn't think you would actually drink it! I really didn't! A-And that kiss...Merlin, Ron! I didn't...It was supposed to be..." He sighed, looking down, his face holding a look of pure shame. "Ron, I've liked you, more than a baby brother that is, for a good year now. I'm sorry. You must think I'm gross and disgusting. I'm so sorry, Ron. It wasn't supposed to be this way, honestly." He let out a choked sob, fresh tears running down his face.
"Ron, I'm sorry. I'm going to confess, right here, right now. You didn't make the antidote-- you made the actual potion. I was just going to use it as a prank. I didn't think you would actually drink it! I really didn't! A-And that kiss...Merlin, Ron! I didn't...It was supposed to be..." He sighed, looking down, his face holding a look of pure shame. "Ron, I've liked you, more than a baby brother that is, for a good year now. I'm sorry. You must think I'm gross and disgusting. I'm so sorry, Ron. It wasn't supposed to be this way, honestly." He let out a choked sob, fresh tears running down his face.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron stared at George. He didn’t—he couldn’t! And yet… the other day… and right now. He definitely wasn’t joking. But how was it possible? Ron shook his head in disbelief.
He was at a loss for words. Merlin, of all bad timing! But there was one thing he could clear up, somewhat avoiding the other part of the equation.
“What? You think I’m mad enough to trust anything I made? Even with help. I’m not that thick! I didn’t drink any of that rubbish!”
