Me and you - Harry Potter

This came to me fresh out of the shower and it was so cute in my head I couldn't not write it. Summary: You keep on telling Ron to just 'ask her out' so he challenges you to ask your crush since it's oh so easy. Somehow, you both end up with dates. 0.8k+ wc

"It's not that hard Ron, just ask her out!" You complained, sighing in annoyance. Your legs were swung over the side of an armchair in the living room of Sirius's parents' old house, holding your book in one hand, you index finger dipping into the middle of it so that you didn't lose the page you were on. You'd been reading, or rather, trying to read for the past hour, and for half of that time, Ron Weasley, one your best friends, sat right in front of you on the carpet, making shapes on it with his finger while whining about his silly crush on your other best friend.

"You'll never know if you don't ask her!" You added, opening your book once more, hoping he'd get the hint. Sirius and Remus sat on the couch amusedly, matching grins on their faces at your constant bickering. You reminded them of a young Sirius and Lily, with Lily trying to frustratedly get back to her book, telling Sirius to finally ask Remus out from pure annoyance. "Right well if it's so easy to just ask your best friend out, who you've had a crush on for years, why haven't you done it?" Your eyes widened at the comment, eyes pausing on the words on your page and you slowly looked up from the book at Ron's retort, mouth open in shock with your eyebrows raised as if to call him out for his audacity.

"Go ahead, if you're so brave. Ask him out and then I'll take your words seriously." You were painfully aware of the pairs of eyes glued to you as you clamped your mouth shut, eyes quickly glancing towards Remus and Sirius to confirm your suspicions. Their jaws were slack, their silence speaking volumes. You scoffed, putting your book aside and rolling your shoulders back. If there was one thing that would gain your old Professor and his epic boyfriend's approval, it would be this. You shot one last glare at Ron before clearing your throat, watching as his eyes widened in realisation.

"Hey Harry!" You called out cheerfully to the other side of the room where Harry was playing - and losing - a game of chess against George. Hermione and Fred watched their game, adding comments where necessary, but at the sound of your voice, all four of their heads snapped towards you. You had to will yourself not to look at any of their faces other than the boy you were talking to, instead continuing "What do you say we go to Hogsmeade together the weekend we get back at Hogwarts." You swallowed nervously, adding "Me and you." for good measure.

Your eyes trained on Harry, who nodded, smiling shyly as a blush painted his cheeks rosy. "Yeah, yeah of course." He looked back at the board before turning to you once more. "Wait as friends or-" You shook your head, abruptly cutting him off "No. Not-not as friends" You adjusted yourself on the armchair, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as Harry's face darkened even more, and he nodded again, stating "Yeah, I'd like that. Okay." You inhaled deeply, nodding your head with him as you felt your face heat up. "Okay." You grinned timidly, sinking into the chair before looking at your best friend, feeling giddy.

Without taking any time to recover, you raise your eyebrows at Ron, nodding your head in Hermione's direction. Cursing, Ron stood up from the floor, mumbling under his breath before mimicking your movements and calling out "Hermione?" When the girl looked up, her locks falling perfectly around her face with an expectant look on her face, he asked "Do you want to go out? With me?" He gulped loudly, observing as the girl's cheeks flushed darkly, a grin engulfing her features. "Sure, Ron." She replied, giggling at the end of her sentence. "Oh thank god!" He exclaimed, turning away from her immediately to collapse on the empty space on the couch behind him, clamping a hand over his heart.

A loud silence overtook the big room, with the exception of a "It's your turn, Harry." From George. You and Ron stared at each other, wide-eyed, before you finally said arrogantly. "I did it better." The reply from him came instantly "No the fuck you didn't. Me and You?" He mocked, his voice going exaggeratedly high pitched. "Uh, with me?" You imitated gruffly, ducking to avoid the pillow Ron threw at you. "Hey! You started it!" You shrieked, picking your book back up, promptly hiding your face in it to cover your flushing cheeks and excited smile.

"Holy shit." Sirius commented. "Look at them go." Remus hummed from beside him, ignorant to the fact you could hear them perfectly. "It only took you and James months of convincing each other to ask us out. Took them two minutes." On the other side of the room, Harry and Hermione shot each other excited looks, grinning at the loud conversation you had with Ron. "I think she did it better." Harry whispered, hitting his shoe against Hermione's. "Oh yeah, she definitely did."

How they react when you tell him you're in the mood - Percy Weasley

this is a small series I'll be uploading. I'll post each character on its own, but the character i'll be writing this for are: Harry, Ron, Percy, Oliver, Remus, Sirius, James.

percy! is the type to go absolutely red in the face, because despite your long relationship, neither of you have ever dragged the other out of a room just for sex. It always just happens to take place when you're both alone in his dorm talking about something or the other. So when you've both just finished your last class of the day and you're finally sat together in the library, the last thing he expects you to do is lean over to him and tell him how much you want him. So of course, he goes red in the face and starts stuttering, telling you "We're in the library, can't you wait until we're back in my dorm?"

Knowing him, you'd be in the library for hours, and as much as that one sentence got him hard, he would always be a perfectionist over his grades. That's why you move so you're sitting next to him, lip bit and eyes pleading, making sure he sees the way you purposefully squeeze your thighs. A hand comes down on your thigh, under your skirt, and he gently caresses you there, momentarily considering breaking a few school rules. But he can't bring himself to do it, and next thing you know he's packing his books up and leading you back to his dorm.

His rucksack is on the floor as soon as the door shuts and he's reaching up into your skirt to get rid of your panties while you unbuckle his belt, and he keeps pushing you backwards until you end up in his bathroom. He doesn't even kiss you before turning you around and bending you over the counter, making eye contact with you through the mirror. He starts pressing kisses on your neck and asks you to take off your shirt while he teases your entrance with his dick. He flips your skirt up so he can get the perfect view of your ass and his hands are on it the entire time but looks up at the mirror to see the look on your face when he starts thrusting into you. And he will not be gentle either - he goes hard and fast, in a way that'll probably leave bruises on your hips from repeatedly hitting the marble counter.

Of course though, he only comes after you do, and rides out both your orgasms, only stopping when you reach behind you to kiss him. He pulls out, gives you a passionate kiss, and tells you how good you did before running a bath for you.

So apparently I'm in my Ron era Warnings: Hinting to bi reader, suggestive This isn’t as good as i wanted it to be but enjoy!

You turn to your close friend Hannah when Professor Snape gives the go ahead to start your potions, giving her a look and you both look down into your textbooks to hide your wide grins and bubbling giggles.

"Why hasn't he yelled at us once today though?" Hannah whispers, heading to the ingredient cabinets with you on her heels. "Probably got some head or something." You respond with a shrug only to have Hannah scoff and mutter a quiet "Right" which causes you both to erupt with laughter at the back of the classroom.

"Ladies! Is it necessary for me to tell you to shut it every. Single. Class." Snape roars from the front, his face turning red when you only break down even more at the irony, both of you turning to lean on something.

"That's enough! Ten points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff!" Your hand flew over your mouth in a desperate attempt to keep quiet, your laughter only ceasing when a harsh kick on the back of your leg is delivered by Hermione.

"Oh no please keep it up, you'll only make it easier for Slytherin to win the house cup this year." Pansy states, winking at you as she walks back to her table. Hannah shuffles closer to you, whispering "I bet she has the fattest crush on you. And don't forget her little friends over there."

You look back at Hannah, jokingly flicking your hair over your shoulder. "After that kiss in third year? Of course she has a crush on me." You both sit down at your table, and you start sorting out the ingredients as Hannah flicks through her textbook to find the right page. "Hey Lav? What page is the potion on?" You ask the girl facing you, who stutters as she tells you the number.

Thanking her, you manage to catch the eye of your boyfriend across the room, noticing his other friends glancing at you and you tilt your head, smiling softly at him. He looks down so you avert your gaze, instead starting to chop up some fluxweed seeds.

On the other side of the classroom, Seamus Finnigan mimics your movements rather clumsily as he wanders off into a conversation with the other boys on the table "No you don't understand, every guy in the school wants her and every girl wants to be her. So how did you manage to get her? You don't know how to talk to pretty girls."

"He was probably seduced." Chimes in Dean nonchalantly. "She charmed him hard enough that he got in bed and let her ride him until sun down. She was satisfied with what she saw and decided to keep him around." They all look up, starting to chuckle at Ron's reaction, and add onto the teasing until Neville looks like he's about to explode. 

Ron feels his cheeks go ablaze and he looks up, watching you smile at something Hannah said. As much as he wanted to flaunt the fact that he was the one to approach you, he knew that your popularity painted you as a maneater. No one would believe him. Even as he walks up to you at the end of class, offering you his hand, he feels the boys’ eyes on you both, ignoring the rosy colour that appears on your cheeks. You giggle, taking Ron’s hand, and together you walk down to the Great Hall for lunch. 

You sit next to Ron with his friends listening to Harry, who brings up the topic of romance once more, complaining about his failed attempts to ask Cho out. He looks at you and asks “How do I just ask her? I’ve backed out every single time.” You shrug, pointing at your boyfriend “Ask Ron, he was perfectly fine making the first move on me.” 

Your response brings an unusual silence within the friend group. “Ron? Ron made the first move?” Hermione finally says, which brings alive a lot of questions from the surrounding teenagers.

“Wait I don’t understand… You guys didn’t think I was the one who came onto him did you??” You interrupt, feeling your face start to heat up again. “Yes we did!” States Seamus “This whole time you’ve been the popular girl who for some reason went for this thick in the head ginger! But he’s the one who charmed you… I see now.”

Ron scoffs and shakes his head, pushing his drink away from him and he stands up, offering you his hand once more. You take it, following him, and shrug at Hermione who gives you a questioning look. 

“I’m sorry about them, but i think i have something that can distract you from their questions.” You hum, cocking one head to the side. “And what would that- Oh!” You squeal as Ron pulls you into an abandoned broom closet, firmly pressing his lips to yours, as you shyly place your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you. “You couldn’t wait could you?” You question him, gently pulling him back in, but it’s only when he presses himself against you that you understand why.

Not sure if this is what you wanted but I thought it was cute! Summary: Your siblings read a letter sent from your boyfriend, Harry, and now they can't look at him the same way again.

Harry looked at you, confused, when no one came forward to give him a hug. Not even a smile was sent his way. You, out of your siblings' ray of vision, gave Harry wide eyes with a shake of your head, and slowly, his face turned into one of realisation.

Fred stepped forward, towering over Harry, his arms crossed over his chest. "Hi?" Shyly whispered Harry, looking up to make eye contact with your most protecting brother. "No. Not hi." They held eye contact for a moment longer before the sound of a stifled laughed was heard. Everyone turned to look at Ginny, who was now leaning on an armchair, pointing a finger at Fred and dying in silent fits of laughter.

"No Ginny! This isn't what we said would happen! You just ruined our entire plan!" He whined, turning away from Harry, then back towards him again. George approached the pair, and shook his head at your quite intimidated boyfriend. "I cannot believe you are dating our sibling." He plainly stated, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders. "Sit."

He sat Harry down on the armchair Ginny had previously occupied. Ron ran from downstairs, yelling "Harry! Why didn't you tell me he was here?" He went over to give him a hug, but Fred, ever the one for dramatics, put an arm out to stop him. "Wh-" " Y/N and Harry have been together for half a year." George's simple words silenced him.

"Wha-Wait! You-I'm sorry?" Ron turned to look at the twins before averting his attention back to Harry. 'They didn't know?' he mouthed towards him. Harry shrugged, looking up at the three brothers. "Oh my Godric. How dare you date my twin and not make me aware of doing such thing?" Ron spoke with a monotone voice, his tone not convincing anyone in the room.

"You knew?" Fred and George screamed. "You didn't?" And what followed was a mush of words that made zero sense to you whatsoever. As the three were arguing, Harry looked over to you, grinning. He got out of the armchair and walked over to you. You ran over to him, to meet him half-way in a much-needed hug. "Hey." "Hi." You looked at him for a moment, arms still wrapped over his shoulders and smiled, before pressing your lips to his in a short kiss. "Happy birthday, by the way." He chuckled, shaking his head as Ron started yelling about a spider and the clatter that followed.