February 14, 1994

Ron Weasley entered his shared dorm with his best friend, Harry Potter. They were laughing and joking around at how crazy girls became on Valentine's Day.

"It's not as bad for you, Ron. They don't try and give you candy with Amortentia." Harry said with a shudder as he remembered all the close calls he has had.

Ron scoffed and rolled his eyes, pushing Harry playfully. "Thanks, mate. Just rub it in that all the girls in our year are obsessed with you." Ron meant for it to come off as a joke yet he couldn't cover the bitterness that seeped through in his voice.

Harry stopped laughing and looked at Ron sympathetically. "Come on, Ron. You know I didn't mean it like that." He hoped Ron would understand. He didn't even want all the attention he got and he didn't enjoy fighting with his best friend about it.

Ron understood that so he plastered a smile on his face that wasn't as bright as it had been before. "Of course, Harry. I was just joking." But he wasn't and both Ron and Harry knew that.

There was a bit of an awkward silence as the two went over to their respective beds but it ended as soon as Ron laid eyes on the pair of wax lips that was laying on his bed.

"Harry," he called his friend over, "look at this."

"What is it, Ron?" The dark haired boy asked before he caught sight of the wax lips and he became just as confused as Ron was.

"What is it?" Ron asked in confusion, picking up the muggle sweet and looking at it curiously.

"Their called wax lips," Harry informed the pure-blood who – if not for his father – had probably never seen something muggle in his life – unless you counted Hermione.

"Wax lips," Ron repeated as he flipped the sweet over in his hand. "It's odd."

Harry chuckled slightly and nodded his head, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "Yeah, it's a bit of an odd treat but muggles seem to like them."

Ron hummed as he continued to inspect the sweet closely, as if it may explode or bite him at any moment. He seemed to find it harmless as he took a bite just as Harry yelled at him not to.

Ron looked at Harry confused and still chewing the treat, asked him, "What?"

Harry groaned and ran a hand over his face. "That could've been poisoned or had Amortentia in it!" He exclaimed in worry, and Ron found it quite amusing as his friend very much resembled their other friend: Hermione Granger.

Ron stuffed the rest of the treat in his mouth, ignoring Harry's distressed groans, and when he was finished with the sweet he cleared his throat and looked at Harry expectantly.

"Well," the Weasley prompted. "Am I dead?"

Harry looked at him confused but shook his head.

"Do I seem to be in love with anyone?"

Harry opened his mouth, about to retort with something sarcastic which Ron realised. "Actually – don't answer that."

After a few seconds of simply staring at each other, Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine, yes, Ron, I was overreacting."

Ron smiled triumphantly and flopped down on his bed, Harry doing the same after him.

"Oomph!" Ron let out a muffled groan as Harry's elbow jabbed him in the stomach.

"Whoops, sorry." Harry apologised however, he didn't seem all that sorry.

Ron rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Sure you are."

It was quiet for a few more moments before Ron quickly sat up in bed as he realised something, knocking Harry off his bed in the process.

Ignoring Harry's words of annoyance at being pushed off the bed, Ron looked through his bed sheets – and even under his bed – frantically. 

When Harry had finally composed himself, he stood up and gave Ron an inquisitive look. "What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a note," Ron explained as he continued to scramble around frantically. "A note that might say who the wax lips were from."

Harry nodded with understanding and bent down, retrieving a piece of paper that had been laying on the floor. He then held it up for Ron to see. "Like this?"

Ron grinned and plucked the note from Harry's hand, giving his friend a thankful look. "Exactly like that. Thanks, mate."

Harry nodded back as Ron read the note, watching as the redhead's smile turned down to a frown. "What is it?" Harry asked worriedly, maybe he was right to worry earlier. "What does it say?"

Ron crumpled up the paper and threw at the wall, resulting in Harry to become even more worried. "Ron?" He inquired.

"It doesn't say anything." Ron snapped, causing Harry's brows to raised. Ron flushed in embarrassment and lowered his head. "Sorry. It...It does say something but, not much."

After that, Ron went back over to his bed and again he plopped on it but this time with a long groan of displeasure.

Harry, more curious – and still worried – as ever, went over to the note and picked it up, uncrumpling it before reading it.

A kiss from me to you. Xoxo

February 14, 1995

Ron Weasley wasn't expecting another pair of wax lips the next year. After the note that accompanied the first pair, barely explaining who sent them, Ron assumed that it had been a one-off. Or perhaps someone playing a prank on him – the twins no doubt. But Ron didn't mind, he knew he wasn't usually someone's first choice. At least the candy was good.

So when he saw the pair of wax lips on his bed in fourth year, with an identical note next to it, he was pleasantly surprised.

He didn't know who they were from but he enjoyed the small amount of attention this one person gave him. It made him feel special, something that had never occurred in his fourteen years of life.

He didn't tell Hermione or Harry about the lips this time. Instead, he kept it to himself, keeping the new note with the old crumpled one (even if they said the same thing) in the drawer of his bedside table.

Ron didn't quite know why he didn't tell his best friends about the wax lips. Perhaps it was because he didn't want them to worry about whether the lips may be poisoned or not. But deep down, Ron knew the real reason.

He didn't want to share his 'secret admirer' as he liked the call her, with anyone else. She had sought him out specifically, something that had happened for the first time in his life and he didn't want that to be taken away from him.

Call him selfish but he thought that he deserved at least one thing to himself. Plus, the wax lips were really good.

February 14, 1996

When Ron Weasley found wax lips and the same note on his bed for the third year in a row, he knew it wasn't a fluke and that someone actually meant to give him these wax lips.

He tried not to but the last couple times he had his doubts. His reasoning was 'why would anyone care about just another Weasley kid?' He wasn't anything special – unless you counted his friendship with Harry Potter which he hoped people didn't. He wanted to be known for him, Ron Weasley. Not for being the chosen one or the brightest witch of their age's friend.

Which usually didn't seem to happen. Expect with the wax lips. With his secret admirer.

He wanted to find out who it was. Tell her that he was thankful for focusing on him with no other motives besides simply wanting to please him. And he wanted to tell her all this in person.

But he couldn't. Because the notes left much to the imagination as very little – pretty much zero – facts were given.

However, Ron was okay with that – at least for now. For now, he would simply enjoy being the centre of someone's attention. But later, he was going to find the girl that made him oh so happy. But what he ends up finding may be a little bit different than what he was expecting.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
So here's the prologue and I'm not all that proud of it but I decided to post it anyway so I can focus on the rest of the book, and I can always go back and edit later.

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