Anytime Babe, Anytime
By: Hermione L. Granger
Dislcaimer: Don't own any of this.
A/N: Wow, I just wrote this. I've been writing SO MUCH lately, it's scary. Anyway, read and REVIEW, and I'll buy everyone a puppy when I win Miss America.
He's crying to me. Me! Of all people, he finally opens to me. And I sit here, holding his head in my hands, letting him know that it's all right. And he cries.
I suppose I'd cry too. I saw what just happened, came downstairs…why did I come down? Well, for reasons beyond my control, I came downstairs, and I heard them. He didn't even do anything…neither of them did anything. I suppose Harry was fed up with Ron being jealous, and Ron was fed up not having any spotlight…it's not easy being Harry Potter's sidekick.
He's stopped now. I'm guessing he'll be embarrased, crying to me and all. He feels he's got to be all macho. Macho. I hate that. If Ron would just..
"Thank you, Hermione," he mutters, not looking at me.
"No problem babe," I answer with a smile, " Any time."
"Yea, well," he replies, "Don't expect this to happen to often, I mean."
"It's okay," I cut him off. Smiling, he leans back into the couch. He snuggles into the pillows, and I can't help thinking how cute he looks like that. However, his snores quickly chased all of those kind of thoughts out of my head.
"Oh Ron," I sigh, pulling a blanket over him, "Anytime babe, anytime."
By: Hermione L. Granger
Dislcaimer: Don't own any of this.
A/N: Wow, I just wrote this. I've been writing SO MUCH lately, it's scary. Anyway, read and REVIEW, and I'll buy everyone a puppy when I win Miss America.
He's crying to me. Me! Of all people, he finally opens to me. And I sit here, holding his head in my hands, letting him know that it's all right. And he cries.
I suppose I'd cry too. I saw what just happened, came downstairs…why did I come down? Well, for reasons beyond my control, I came downstairs, and I heard them. He didn't even do anything…neither of them did anything. I suppose Harry was fed up with Ron being jealous, and Ron was fed up not having any spotlight…it's not easy being Harry Potter's sidekick.
He's stopped now. I'm guessing he'll be embarrased, crying to me and all. He feels he's got to be all macho. Macho. I hate that. If Ron would just..
"Thank you, Hermione," he mutters, not looking at me.
"No problem babe," I answer with a smile, " Any time."
"Yea, well," he replies, "Don't expect this to happen to often, I mean."
"It's okay," I cut him off. Smiling, he leans back into the couch. He snuggles into the pillows, and I can't help thinking how cute he looks like that. However, his snores quickly chased all of those kind of thoughts out of my head.
"Oh Ron," I sigh, pulling a blanket over him, "Anytime babe, anytime."