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liz038
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,000
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron's all over Lavender, and Hermione despairs at the thought that she'll never be with Ron. Corresponds with Joya's The Confessions of Ronald Weasley
Warnings: Just slightly angsty.
Notes: This fic is based on both the original HP andpotthead's fabulous The Confessions of Ronald Weasley. This is the story retold in Hermione's point of view. There are a few quotes from both HBP and Joya's fic, so you'll probably recognize those. My first R/Hr. =D
Hermione stormed up to her dorm, slamming the door shut behind her and trying to block out the noise from the Common Room. Thank god, Parvati wasn’t there. But then again, she was probably out celebrating the Quidditch match, like everyone else. She threw herself onto her bed, drawing the curtains and trying to stifle her sobs.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been crying when there was a knock on her door.
"Hermione?"
She didn’t need to look up to recognize Ginny’s voice. Allowing herself to wallow in her self-pity for a few moments more, she sat up, wiping her face on her sleeves and trying to compose herself.
The redhead stepped into the dorm and shut the door behind her. "Are you alright, ‘Mione?" Concern radiated from the brown eyes, but for some reason, the concern only made Hermione feel worse.
She nodded, not meeting the other’s gaze. "I’m fine." She knew she looked a mess – she hadn’t been too concerned about the state of her hair when she’d thrown herself down on her bed.
Ginny sighed. "Look, I know Ron can be slow at times, but he likes you, Hermione. He probably doesn’t even realize that you’re upset because of him."
Hermione wasn’t sure how to respond, but her first impulse was to defend herself. "I’m not upset! Ron’s just being Ron! And I... I just..."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Of course not, Hermione. You’re just sitting here, crying, because you feel like it. I know you like Ron, and he likes you back. He can be a bit tactless, but he means well. You two just need to sit down and talk about this, and everything will be fine. Trust me."
Hermione managed to give a small smile. "When did you get so smart, Ginny?"
"You get a lot of practise with sitting down and talking things out when you have six brothers in your family, Hermione. I’ll talk to Ron and see what I can do. Meanwhile, you can stop sulking and come celebrate with everyone else."
x x x
"What do you mean, Snape’s essay is due tomorrow? I thought it was due next Thursday!"
Hermione inwardly groaned at the direction the conversation was taking. "Last week it was due next Thursday." Things like this happened almost on a weekly basis – Ron was always complaining about homework, or Professor Snape, or the "slimy Slytherins". If not, then the upcoming Quidditch match. Sometimes, she seriously had second thoughts about the maturity level of the boy she’d come to like.
"... Do dementors attack me? No!" Ron stabbed the air fiercely with this quill, as if trying to maim an invisible flying object.
She shared a look with Harry, before trying to sound reassuring. "Well, listen, if you need some help, you can always ask us. Both Harry and I have already finished, and we don’t have any other work to do for the rest of today."
Ron shook his head, as if determined to remain angry. "How d’you spell ‘belligerent’?" he asked, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. "It can’t be B—U—M—"
"No, it isn’t," said Hermione, pulling Ron’s essay toward her. Ron felt his cheeks burning as his fingers brushed against Hermione’s. "And ‘augury’ doesn’t begin O—R—G either. What kind of quill are you using?"
"It’s one of Fred and George’s Spell-Check ones... but I think the charm must be wearing off..."
"Yes, it must," said Hermione, pointing at the title of his essay and suppressing a laugh, "because we were asked how we’d deal with dementors, not ‘Dugbogs,’ and I don’t remember you changing your name to ‘Roonil Wazlib’ either."
"Ah no!" said Ron, horror written on his face as he stared at his parchment. "Don’t tell me I have to write the whole thing out again!"
"It’s okay, we can fix it," said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand. With a whispered spell and a few taps of her wand, the errors quickly began fixing themselves. Letters magically rearranged themselves, spaces forming and disappearing. She gave a small sigh of satisfaction as a few minutes later, she handed back the grammatically correct essay.
"I love you, Hermione."
Her heart jumped at those words, and for a second, she was sure she’d imagined them. But Ron was sitting right across from her, and she knew she’d heard correctly. Her heart raced impatiently, and she sat up, palms sweating, throat suddenly dry. She opened her mouth, her mind desperately trying to come up with a suitable reply.
Not knowing what to say, she turned to see Harry’s response, but was surprised to find that the boy had grabbed Ron’s newly-editted essay and was glancing over it as if nothing unexpected had happened. She finally allowed herself to look up at the redhead, only to see that Ron was leaning back onto the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Neither boys acted as if the redhead had just say anything unusual.
Suddenly feeling sick, she realized what had happened. She couldn’t believe she’d let herself fall for this again – but she always did. Ron was just grateful that she was helping him with his essay, and his declaration of love was simply gratitude, nothing more. For a second, she had hoped… but Hermione cut off her thoughts. Ron already had a girlfriend – he’d been enthusiastically making out with her not hours before. Not knowing how to reply, she merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that."
She turned away, not seeing Ron’s surprised blink, and only hearing his muttered "I won’t" seconds later. Her heart sank, any hope she’d had of being with Ron shattered. She knew she should take Ginny’s advice and talk to Ron about what she was feeling, but the chance had passed, and besides, Harry was still here.
Next time, she vowed.
Even if he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, I’ll still left him know how I feel.
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Author:
liz038Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,000
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: Ron's all over Lavender, and Hermione despairs at the thought that she'll never be with Ron. Corresponds with Joya's The Confessions of Ronald Weasley
Warnings: Just slightly angsty.
Notes: This fic is based on both the original HP and
potthead's fabulous The Confessions of Ronald Weasley. This is the story retold in Hermione's point of view. There are a few quotes from both HBP and Joya's fic, so you'll probably recognize those. My first R/Hr. =DHermione stormed up to her dorm, slamming the door shut behind her and trying to block out the noise from the Common Room. Thank god, Parvati wasn’t there. But then again, she was probably out celebrating the Quidditch match, like everyone else. She threw herself onto her bed, drawing the curtains and trying to stifle her sobs.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been crying when there was a knock on her door.
"Hermione?"
She didn’t need to look up to recognize Ginny’s voice. Allowing herself to wallow in her self-pity for a few moments more, she sat up, wiping her face on her sleeves and trying to compose herself.
The redhead stepped into the dorm and shut the door behind her. "Are you alright, ‘Mione?" Concern radiated from the brown eyes, but for some reason, the concern only made Hermione feel worse.
She nodded, not meeting the other’s gaze. "I’m fine." She knew she looked a mess – she hadn’t been too concerned about the state of her hair when she’d thrown herself down on her bed.
Ginny sighed. "Look, I know Ron can be slow at times, but he likes you, Hermione. He probably doesn’t even realize that you’re upset because of him."
Hermione wasn’t sure how to respond, but her first impulse was to defend herself. "I’m not upset! Ron’s just being Ron! And I... I just..."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Of course not, Hermione. You’re just sitting here, crying, because you feel like it. I know you like Ron, and he likes you back. He can be a bit tactless, but he means well. You two just need to sit down and talk about this, and everything will be fine. Trust me."
Hermione managed to give a small smile. "When did you get so smart, Ginny?"
"You get a lot of practise with sitting down and talking things out when you have six brothers in your family, Hermione. I’ll talk to Ron and see what I can do. Meanwhile, you can stop sulking and come celebrate with everyone else."
"What do you mean, Snape’s essay is due tomorrow? I thought it was due next Thursday!"
Hermione inwardly groaned at the direction the conversation was taking. "Last week it was due next Thursday." Things like this happened almost on a weekly basis – Ron was always complaining about homework, or Professor Snape, or the "slimy Slytherins". If not, then the upcoming Quidditch match. Sometimes, she seriously had second thoughts about the maturity level of the boy she’d come to like.
"... Do dementors attack me? No!" Ron stabbed the air fiercely with this quill, as if trying to maim an invisible flying object.
She shared a look with Harry, before trying to sound reassuring. "Well, listen, if you need some help, you can always ask us. Both Harry and I have already finished, and we don’t have any other work to do for the rest of today."
Ron shook his head, as if determined to remain angry. "How d’you spell ‘belligerent’?" he asked, shaking his quill very hard while staring at his parchment. "It can’t be B—U—M—"
"No, it isn’t," said Hermione, pulling Ron’s essay toward her. Ron felt his cheeks burning as his fingers brushed against Hermione’s. "And ‘augury’ doesn’t begin O—R—G either. What kind of quill are you using?"
"It’s one of Fred and George’s Spell-Check ones... but I think the charm must be wearing off..."
"Yes, it must," said Hermione, pointing at the title of his essay and suppressing a laugh, "because we were asked how we’d deal with dementors, not ‘Dugbogs,’ and I don’t remember you changing your name to ‘Roonil Wazlib’ either."
"Ah no!" said Ron, horror written on his face as he stared at his parchment. "Don’t tell me I have to write the whole thing out again!"
"It’s okay, we can fix it," said Hermione, pulling the essay toward her and taking out her wand. With a whispered spell and a few taps of her wand, the errors quickly began fixing themselves. Letters magically rearranged themselves, spaces forming and disappearing. She gave a small sigh of satisfaction as a few minutes later, she handed back the grammatically correct essay.
"I love you, Hermione."
Her heart jumped at those words, and for a second, she was sure she’d imagined them. But Ron was sitting right across from her, and she knew she’d heard correctly. Her heart raced impatiently, and she sat up, palms sweating, throat suddenly dry. She opened her mouth, her mind desperately trying to come up with a suitable reply.
Not knowing what to say, she turned to see Harry’s response, but was surprised to find that the boy had grabbed Ron’s newly-editted essay and was glancing over it as if nothing unexpected had happened. She finally allowed herself to look up at the redhead, only to see that Ron was leaning back onto the couch, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Neither boys acted as if the redhead had just say anything unusual.
Suddenly feeling sick, she realized what had happened. She couldn’t believe she’d let herself fall for this again – but she always did. Ron was just grateful that she was helping him with his essay, and his declaration of love was simply gratitude, nothing more. For a second, she had hoped… but Hermione cut off her thoughts. Ron already had a girlfriend – he’d been enthusiastically making out with her not hours before. Not knowing how to reply, she merely said, "Don't let Lavender hear you saying that."
She turned away, not seeing Ron’s surprised blink, and only hearing his muttered "I won’t" seconds later. Her heart sank, any hope she’d had of being with Ron shattered. She knew she should take Ginny’s advice and talk to Ron about what she was feeling, but the chance had passed, and besides, Harry was still here.
Next time, she vowed.
Even if he doesn’t reciprocate my feelings, I’ll still left him know how I feel.
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