Title: Warmness

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Published: 2 December, 2020

Author: Heloise Daphne Brightmore

Notes: I have written this piece for A Very Harry Potter Christmas Challenge [tumblr] with Day 2′s prompt - Warming up with a hot chocolate. It's also part of Heloise's Christmas Calendar.

It's been quite rainy and dull in London recently. Everything seemed grey, dark clouds taking over the sky, bright colours long gone from the horizon, no sun to warm up the coldness, to dry off the wet grounds.

In the winter, people expected snow and colourful lights hung around the city. Roads covered in white silk, trees holding the heavy white substance, fairy lights decorating the houses, shops covered in all the Christmas ornaments.

But instead it was grey, dark and dull. You didn't start decorating, nor did you start preparing for Christmas. It was too early for you and the weather didn't give you the usual Christmas joy just yet.

It was freezing outside and so was inside. The heating was barely working, and it didn't seem to want to budge even when you used magic against it. You wrapped yourself up in two layers of your boyfriend's sweaters and a burgundy blanket that usually laid across the end of your bed. You cupped the hot chocolate in your hands, enjoying the warmness it sent through your nerves, its steam heating up your face as you took a sip of the hot beverage.

You sat on the window-seat in your room, listening to the heavy rain outside, the raindrops furiously attacking your window-seal. You held onto a cup of hot chocolate, warming yourself up from the spreading cold weather.

You liked rain, it made you feel melancholic, it made you think, it made you remember all your stupid little decisions, all your happy moments and what would come in the future. For some reason the rainy season always offered you a dull, but calming time in your life, where you just sat down and reflected on the decisions you have made, the feelings you have harboured, the happy memories you have experienced.

Although it was dark and colourless, it relaxed you, it gave you a silent comfort, which you gladly accepted as busy thoughts were swirling around in your head.

You weren't particularly sad or lonely, you weren't happy or enthusiastic either. You were just lost in your thoughts and it seemed to be the right thing to do.

You didn't realise another presence in the room, nor did you hear him clear his throat. The only time his presence seemed obvious to you was when his arms wrapped around your torso and he hinted a small kiss on your temple.

You smiled at the feeling of his hair tickling your cheek, his lips gently touching your skin, his arms tightly wrapped around your body, his natural scent finding its way into your nostrils, making your body relax against his naked chest. In contrast to the cold you felt, shooting through your bones, his body was warm, almost too hot for such cold weather.

"Are you alright, love?" He asked, his voice hoarse from waking up late. Indeed, it was a lazy day. It was dark and least productive. You didn't have work, nor did Ron, both of you looking forward to a day of doing nothing, which was long awaited.

"Of course, just thinking." You replied with a sweet smile as you turned back to meet his curious blue eyes and messy ginger hair.

You loved his hair when he woke up, his locks reminding you of a bird's nest. It was comical, but somehow it also meant home to you. Each time you saw his messy morning hair, his subtle stubble, his wrinkled pyjama bottoms and the way he rubbed his tired eyes, made you feel home. His mere presence made you feel as if you have had everything in one person. A friend, family, love, partner and home. He didn't even know, but he was your everything. 

"About what?" He asked as he moved around you and held your hand to help you off the window, taking your hot chocolate and placing it on the side of the window-seal.

"Just memories, feelings. I guess I'm just thinking about everything." You chuckled, scratching the back of your head awkwardly. "I am making no sense at all, am I?" Ron chuckled at you as he lifted your head with his index finger, his sweet smile making your lips curl involuntarily.

"Nope. Not at all. But if it makes you feel better just keep on thinking about whatever you want." He chuckled as his arms sneaked around your waist, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as you placed your hands on his naked chest. "Can you just come back to bed and keep thinking there?" He asked, his voice muffled by your skin.

"Don't you want to do something more productive?" You asked and he lifted his head, looking out the window, his face turning into a grimace.

"I'm not leaving this house today." He shook his head, his face still deformed.

"We don't have to leave, but we could do something, we could come up with something." You tried to convince him, but he didn't seem to want to agree.

"The only productivity I plan on doing is holding you in my arms. Love, I understand you want to do something, but it's been weeks since we have had the same day off. Can we just lay in bed all day and-" you waited for him to continue, but the boy froze. You frowned at his unexpected behaviour, even more so as a large grin started appearing across his face. "Love, just stay here." He instructed you and quickly let go of you, grabbing his bathrobe from the hook on the door and running down the stairs of your house.

You stood in your room, looking around, complete confusion taking over you. You walked to the bed, sitting down on the edge, your foot slowly tapping on the ground, waiting for Ron. The minutes seemed to pass rather slowly, your boredom making you groan. You let yourself fall on to the bed, your hands laying across the silky cover, your eyes fixed on the ceiling.

What Ron was planning seemed to be getting to you and you just wanted to investigate. You stood up from the bed, wrapped your bathrobe around you and started tiptoeing over to the door, the wooden floorboards creaking under your weight. The door was loud as you tried to slowly open it, avoiding being caught by the ginger boy.

You pushed your head out of the little crack between the door and its frame, hoping to hear or see something, but instead a loud squeaky sound left your lungs as you found yourself face to face with Ron.

"I knew you would be spying, love." He chuckled as he got hold of your hand and started gently pulling you after himself.

"What were you up to?" You asked, but the boy just shook his head and chuckled at your curiosity.

"That's for you to find out." He snickered as he led you towards the living room. You frowned at the secrecy, knowing Ron wasn't keen on keeping secrets. You let him guide you, waiting in anticipation of what made him so abruptly disappear, but you didn't have to wait for long to find out.

He stepped aside as he walked into the living room, leaving you with a clear view of the place. Your eyes widened in surprise, your lips parting involuntarily.

The room was originally warm, it's colours mainly consisting of red, burgundy, orange and gold. But this time, it was more than that. Ron placed tiny candles around the room, lighting up the place in a warm yellow and orange colour, reminding you of the sun. The fireplace was heating up the room, the wooden logs crackling in the fire. A yellow and red plaid blanket covered the carpet in front of the burgundy couch, two cups of hot chocolate and little sandwiches placed on the tiny table beside the blanket. 

It was warm and romantic, something you didn't know you needed, but now that it was right in front of you, it made you break into a happy smile as a tiny teardrop left your watering eyes.

"Are you okay?" Ron asked worriedly as he saw the tears appear in your eyes. You nodded furiously and pulled him flush against you, kissing him lovingly, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours and his arms around your body. It was an intimate moment each time you kissed him, but the warmness surrounding you made it even more cosy.

"I'm just very happy, Ron. This is beautiful." You smiled again as you looked around, your cheek laying against Ron's chest.

"I hoped you'd like it." He spoke. "I even prepared some muggle board games." He pointed at a little box on the table, making you chuckle. You remembered the muggle toys as you played with your family on a similarly dull day. "Both lazy and productive." He grinned happily as he kissed the top of your head.

"I love it, Ron. I really do love it." You lifted your head from his chest and stood up on your tiptoes to kiss him again, trying to convey how much it all meant to you, how proud you were of him and how much you loved him.

You walked over to the blanket and waited for Ron to sit down, before you got comfortable between his legs, your head laying on his chest. He offered you one of the cups of hot chocolate and you immediately took it from him, enjoying the hot beverage sliding down your throat. You didn't feel the coldness anymore.

Ron reached for your hand, interlocking your fingers as he placed a tiny kiss on your temple. You turned back around, looking into his loving eyes, before you closed the gap between you, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours.

"Thank you so much." You whispered against his lips as you turned back to watch the fire battling with the wooden logs, swallowing them gracefully.

"Anytime, love." He replied as he hinted a small kiss on your cheek, making you smile.

The moment was just perfect, and you were happy to add another beautiful memory to your collection for another dull and rainy day.

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