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:
"You do?" George thought his heart was going to explode out of his chest. Surely Ron could hear it thumping rapidly in the cold night air, George was sure of it. "We'll just be careful, like I said, alright?" He smiled. "If...if that's okay with you." He winked at Ron, pulling him into yet another embrace.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron grinned. “I do.” He blushed again, realizing what those two words sounded like. He laid his head on George’s chest and listened to his racing heartbeat, matching the speed of Ron’s own. “Yeah,” he said, biting his lip. “We’ll be careful.”
This wasn’t a good idea, he knew. He would probably end up regretting this… but at the moment, regret was the farthest thing from his mind.
