Ron shrank into his scarf and rubbed his gloved hands, feeling his body shiver from the cold.

It could snow as much as it wanted, he would never get used to it.

Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny and rubbed her side, trying to transfer some warmth to her while they stood outside Hogwarts, waiting for you for a date. Well, the date was for Harry and Ginny, but Ron wanted to be there just to make sure Potter wouldn’t put his hands where the girl didn’t allow.

When Ron had insisted on coming along, turning their outing into a double date was definitely not part of his plan. But now that you were involved, he couldn’t ignore the mix of nerves and anticipation swirling in his stomach.

“Do you think she’s coming?” Ron muttered, stealing a glance at Ginny, who was leaning further into Harry, clearly making the most of his warmth.

If they kept being this lovey-dovey, Ron was certain he’d end up throwing up by the end of the day.

“She’ll be here soon, I’m sure,” Harry replied with that infuriating calm of his, though his hand lingered protectively on Ginny’s shoulder.

“If she doesn’t show up, I’m hiding her socks,” Ginny declared in a matter-of-fact tone that made Ron nearly snort. Her expression was sharp and focused, like a guard dog.

“Wow, the puppy bites now,” Ron teased, earning a glare from his sister.

He looked around, the students all waiting for the train, searching for your face in the middle of that sea of people. The anxiety eating him alive.

“Why does it have to be so cold this time of year?” he grumbled, his question more of a rhetorical distraction than anything else. The silence—and the thought that he might have been stood up—was starting to eat away at him.

“If she doesn’t show up, we can head to the Three Broomsticks, grab some butterbeer, and restock our candy supply,” Harry offered, his easy smile making it clear he was trying to lift both his girlfriend’s and his best mate’s spirits.

“If she doesn’t show up in five minutes, I’ll jinx her!” Ginny said with a huff, her irritation evident in the pout she wore.

Harry laughed and reached out to pinch Ginny’s cheeks. “You don’t look scary enough to jinx anyone, babe.”

Ron didn’t laugh.

Yeah... He bet he’s gonna throw up

Harry laughed. "We’ll wait a little longer. I’m sure she’ll be here."

More minutes passed, and Ron kept glancing at his watch, each second dragging by painfully slow. Then, just as the three-minute mark hit, he spotted you rushing toward them. Your robes were disheveled, your cheeks flushed, and you were clearly out of breath.

Finally, Relief washed over him, but it didn’t stop the little flutter in his chest as you approached. He quickly straightened up, doing his best to seem unaffected.