I Love You Like A Fat Kid Loves Cake (Ron Weasley Love Story)

So this is my second story, the first being a Draco Malfoy love story. Same as always, a few comments would be nice. :) Enjoy!

Name- Rylyn Cooper
Nicknames- Ry, Coop, Ryan
House- Ravenclaw
Year- 3
Hair- Black, straight, halfway down back
Eyes- Dark grey, stormy
Complexion- Pale
Body type- 5'4", fairly athletic
Age- 13

Chapter 1

Boys & Girls- Good Charlotte

Starting your Third Year has both upsides and downsides. Upside: Quidditch tryouts! Downside: Everything else.
It's not that you don't love magic; it's just that you already know most of the stuff they teach. To keep you busy during the school year, your parents send you to Hogwarts. You weren't some supergenius, although many of your fellow classmates may call you that. (They consider anyone smarter than Hermione Granger-- who's a genius-- a supergenius.) You mother and father had started teaching you magic at a young age, three to be exact. Seeing that you're thirteen now, you've had ten years to learn seven years worth of magic. So if you weren't a "supergenius" by now, you'd be hopeless.
To best accommodate your intellect level, you have classes with Seventh Years. Which, to put in simplest terms, sucked. They treated you like a little kid, which you pretty much are when everything's put in perspective. You tend to ignore them, doodling during class. Your stick figures can get quite graphic, many of them depicting your classmates' untimely deaths. Such as Draco Malfoy or Blaise Zabini.
Finishing your goodbyes with your parents, you board the train. Though none of the compartments were empty, you knew that wouldn't last long.
Sitting down in a compartment full of Slytherins, you stare at each Slytherin individually for timed intervals until they get uncomfortable and leave. You've been told your stormy grey eyes could cut glass, so it didn't take that long.
You sigh in content. When alone, you like things to be quiet. You're not a loner, you have a lot of friends but only one best friend. Speaking of which, Kadence pops his head in.
"There you are, Ry. I swear, I thought I was going to have to sit with Slytherins." Kadence shudders exaggeratedly. He keeps talking, filling the air with constant chatter. Which wasn't unusual. Kadence can talk about a rock for hours without stopping. At Hogwarts, you were considered the quiet genius who will, when you least expect it, say some off-handed sarcastic comment that makes the whole class laugh. Unless someone pisses you off; then there's no stopping you.
Kadence, on the other hand, is almost the exact opposite. He's popular, flamboyant, and crazy. He's also your best friend, so that's okay.
You two had tried dating last year, but it didn't work out. It felt like you were kissing your brother. The break-up wasn't like that cliche situation where two people break up, say they'll stay friends, then never talk to each other ever again. You and kadence were best friends before the romantic relationship, why not after?
When Kadence is in the middle of talking about a piece of watermelon he'd had over the summer, a red-head who you recognized as Ron Weasley popped his head through the door. He was a friend of yours. More like an acquaintance, actually. His eyes land on you and his face goes red. That always seems to happen when you're around.
"Sorry." Ron mumbles, quickly shutting the door.
"Looks like someone has a crush!" Kadence says in a sing-songy voice.
"Me? Have a crush on Ron? Ew." It's not that you had anything against him. He's just not your "type". You're more into tall, dark-haired, and funny. Ron was just funny.
"No, you stupid genius. RON has a crush on YOU." Kadence says, as though it's obvious.
"...That's kind of weird." It was the only thing you could think of to say. Though now that you think of it, it kind of makes sense.

Ron's not half bad...

How was it? :)

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