Author's Note… They ain't mine. Just a quick drabble to see if I could ever make one. By the way. This is how I had imagined Ron's hair and had nothing to do with how Rupert portrays him in the movies; (though he does do a fine job) actually this is how I draw Ron year by year.
You know, for about the past five years Ron's hair has always been a mess. Not as in messy, though it has been, but as in a problem no one can solve.
First year, was just a major no-no. He had the forbidden bowl cut; for goodness sake it looked absolutely dreadful. It was as if his own mother cut his hair! Such a shame too, that cut made a perfectly good waste of red fiery hair.
Year two, was just as bad as year one. His hair looked as if it hadn't been cut in a year, which I suspected it hadn't. It covered up his ears so it made harder for me to figure out he was embarrassed. Such a complete waste of effort, you know, trying to humiliate him to see his ears burn red.
Year three, finally he got his hair cut! Though it was just the back and around the ears, I was quite pleased with this one. His bangs still, there were as long as ever and ended up covering his freckle covered forehead. Heck, it even partially covered his long nose! Such a waste of time! I mean what's the point of counting his freckles if I never get to count all of them.
Year four, he got his bangs cut off… and everything else! He had gotten himself a buzz cut! Why, Ronald, why! When I first saw it I gasped. Though I could finally see his ears burn red and count every freckle (even the ones on the back of neck and on his scalp) but I couldn't run my hand through it. Such a waste of bravery, that year I had decided that the first thing I do when I see him was run my hand through his soft hair and push away his bangs.
Year five, he had it grow out. It stuck to his head! It had no fiery life, no volume. It was still as soft as ever but now I could no longer see his eyes. His hair clung to head and he never bothered to brush it out of his face. So all year long whenever I tried to look at him in the eyes all I saw was a fiery red mess. Such a disappointment, no one should cover up eyes as blue as his.
So, Ron's first five years was just a horrendous hair don't. Yes, I, Hermione, said the corniest thing ever but this is about Ronald's hair mess, and it was called for. But this year, it was different. His hair… it was something else.
Ron's year six hairdo… it was perfect. It was long but not so long that it covered up his face and ears, it was short but not so short that I couldn't brush away his bangs from his face. He parted it to the side with the line over his left eye. It made him look smart and sophisticated. But he still had that certain playfulness to him. The hair that escaped the part curled away and gave me a reason to run my hand through his soft hair and tuck it behind his ear. The curls added a fiery volume and life. I could count every freckle on his forehead and long nose. I could look at his blue eyes. It was just a perfect. Too perfect. Such a problem too, other girls started to notice my Ron.
