A/N: This is a little one shot that talks about why Ron's sweater is
maroon, and why he doesn't really mind.
Of Maroon Sweaters
No matter how many times he told his mum that he didn't like the color maroon, she would always tell him, "Ron, dear, that's nonsense. Maroon is an excellent color on you."
He would then roll his eyes and nod his head as he mumbled, "Of course mummy, when hippogriffs fly."
Despite the fact that hippogriffs can indeed fly, Ronald Weasly said it because that was tradition. Ever since he was three and discovered that he hated maroon, that was what he said. He rolled his chocolate brown eyes and shook his carrot top head and stated that hippogriffs couldn't fly as if his mummy were the little kid and he were explaining the universe to her. In fact, he was explaining a small universe to her; his universe.
As we all know, hippogiffs can fly, and, as mothers usually are, Molly Weasly was right about maroon being Ron's "color". And secretly he knew that, but never in a million years would he admit it.
Finally Ron got into Hogwarts. His mom packed him a corned beef sandwich, and he became friends with Harry Potter. He suddenly missed his mum and regretfully remembered his collection of maroon jumpers that he left in his drawer. But he would never admit to thinking about them, that just wasn't the way Ron "operated".
That Christmas, Molly Weasly sent all of her sons jumpers, and despite Ron's useless protestations, she sent him a maroon jumper as tradition promised. Secretly, Ronald Weasly loved it.
That jumper comforted him especially when he had rows with Hermione about God knows what. He'd mutter to himself, "Girls; what do they know?" and proceed to walk up to the boys dormitory early. When he reached his bed, he would grab onto that maroon jumper with all his might and even cry his bloody eyes out sometimes.
Ronald Weasly kept that first Hogwart's jumper until the day he died. But he never told his mother that he truly loved those maroon jumpers just as she never stopped making them even when he told her that he hated them.
Molly Weasly knew that hate really meant love. She knew that he kept all of his jumpers. She knew that her son would truly be unhappy if he didn't receive them.
When Molly Weasly was on her deathbed and had made her last maroon jumper, her youngest son, her perpetual baby, came to visit her. He brought her a maroon jumper that he had made.
Ronald Weasly, the rock wall of the Weasly clan, broke down that day. He told his mother that he loved those maroon jumpers that she made him all of those years. He told her of the things he told the jumpers. He told her of the day he learned that maroon really was his color.
Molly Weasly smiled as her son said these things. She smiled because she already knew them. She smiled an ironic little smile. The kind of smile that only people who have lived their lives to their full extent can smile. The smile that the wise give the naive.
Finally she said, "Ronald Weasly, I always knew these things because hippogriffs have always been able to fly."
Of Maroon Sweaters
No matter how many times he told his mum that he didn't like the color maroon, she would always tell him, "Ron, dear, that's nonsense. Maroon is an excellent color on you."
He would then roll his eyes and nod his head as he mumbled, "Of course mummy, when hippogriffs fly."
Despite the fact that hippogriffs can indeed fly, Ronald Weasly said it because that was tradition. Ever since he was three and discovered that he hated maroon, that was what he said. He rolled his chocolate brown eyes and shook his carrot top head and stated that hippogriffs couldn't fly as if his mummy were the little kid and he were explaining the universe to her. In fact, he was explaining a small universe to her; his universe.
As we all know, hippogiffs can fly, and, as mothers usually are, Molly Weasly was right about maroon being Ron's "color". And secretly he knew that, but never in a million years would he admit it.
Finally Ron got into Hogwarts. His mom packed him a corned beef sandwich, and he became friends with Harry Potter. He suddenly missed his mum and regretfully remembered his collection of maroon jumpers that he left in his drawer. But he would never admit to thinking about them, that just wasn't the way Ron "operated".
That Christmas, Molly Weasly sent all of her sons jumpers, and despite Ron's useless protestations, she sent him a maroon jumper as tradition promised. Secretly, Ronald Weasly loved it.
That jumper comforted him especially when he had rows with Hermione about God knows what. He'd mutter to himself, "Girls; what do they know?" and proceed to walk up to the boys dormitory early. When he reached his bed, he would grab onto that maroon jumper with all his might and even cry his bloody eyes out sometimes.
Ronald Weasly kept that first Hogwart's jumper until the day he died. But he never told his mother that he truly loved those maroon jumpers just as she never stopped making them even when he told her that he hated them.
Molly Weasly knew that hate really meant love. She knew that he kept all of his jumpers. She knew that her son would truly be unhappy if he didn't receive them.
When Molly Weasly was on her deathbed and had made her last maroon jumper, her youngest son, her perpetual baby, came to visit her. He brought her a maroon jumper that he had made.
Ronald Weasly, the rock wall of the Weasly clan, broke down that day. He told his mother that he loved those maroon jumpers that she made him all of those years. He told her of the things he told the jumpers. He told her of the day he learned that maroon really was his color.
Molly Weasly smiled as her son said these things. She smiled because she already knew them. She smiled an ironic little smile. The kind of smile that only people who have lived their lives to their full extent can smile. The smile that the wise give the naive.
Finally she said, "Ronald Weasly, I always knew these things because hippogriffs have always been able to fly."
