Ron wasn't special.
His brothers all were, though. Bill was a curse breaker, he had been head boy in Hogwarts and had a beautiful sense of adventure.
Charlie was a bloody dragon tamer, and he had been quidditch Captain- could've played for England if he wasn't so busy chasing around some surly dragons.
Percy was by far the smartest- he was the golden child. Ministry worker, earning more then their own damn father. He was a prefect too.
The twins were brilliant in their own way, they made everyone laugh all the time, and were ambitious. They had big dreams and not even their mum could interfere with them.
And then there was Ginny- the youngest, the favourite and the one everyone loved the most- that had been his place for a year. She got everything new- even her own wand.
And what did Ron get? A fat rat that was actually a criminal and Charlie's old wand.
He was 'nothing special' in everyone else's eyes. He was no one special. But he was special when he was with Hermione and Harry.
And he soon realised that he'd abandon his own flesh and blood if it meant staying with the two people who showed him who he really was.
Because he was Ronald fucking Weasley, one of the top three Aurors, he was wealthy and free from his mother's firm grasp.
Because he was Ronald fucking Weasley, and he was special to the two people who mattered.
And that's all he needed.
