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What Happens When Ed Sheeran Meets Ron Weasley… Again

Ed Sheeran – A Little More

I wasn’t supposed to be here—well, not here here—sitting in my living room, watching Ed Sheeran’s A Little More with the same quiet anticipation I usually reserve for late-night flights or the first sip of coffee in the morning. But curiosity is a loud neighbour, and I’ve never been good at ignoring knocks.

The first thing I noticed wasn’t even the music—it was Rupert Grint. Ron Weasley. My Ron Weasley. The boy who made awkward loyalty feel heroic, who grew up alongside me in the glow of a television screen, all freckles and hesitant bravery. And Ed? Ed’s music has been the wallpaper to so many seasons of my life—soft ballads that made heartbreak bearable, stadium anthems that made small victories feel cinematic.

Seeing them together again after all these years—Lego House reborn in a stranger, wilder form—felt like two old friends from separate chapters of my life colliding in the middle of the same sentence. This time, Rupert is fresh out of prison, but still trapped in his fixation on Ed. Ed, in turn, is everywhere. He’s the therapist, the prison guard, the bride in a white dress. Every thrifted outfit, every absurd little scene feels like a wink you don’t quite understand but somehow love anyway.

And then that line hits—“Life got better when I lost you / But every day I hate you just a little more.” It’s the kind of lyric that doesn’t politely knock—it kicks the door in. Ed has always been good at that, at stitching two opposing truths into a melody you’ll hum long after you’ve stopped agreeing with it.

The wedding scene made me laugh in the way only ridiculous, perfect moments can. And yet, beneath the humour, I felt a pang—a tiny thread of nostalgia pulling me back to when I first discovered both of them, back when everything felt simpler and somehow larger all at once.

When it ended, I didn’t scroll away. I just sat there, thinking about how odd and wonderful it is when the things that shaped you as a person show up again, changed but still familiar—like the world’s way of reminding you that you’ve grown, but you haven’t lost the pieces of yourself that matter.

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