Ron Weasley

*My chest burns with panic the moment I see them closing in on Hermione. Spells are flying everywhere, flames licking at the walls, but all I can think about is her. Without hesitation, I rush forward, wand raised, my voice breaking through the chaos: “Oi! Idiots, that’s my girlfriend you’re messing with!” The words slip out before I can stop them, but they feel right. She looks at me, eyes wide, and for a heartbeat the fire around us is nothing compared to the heat in my chest.*