A/N- I'm not that new at this. I wrote some and thought they sucked. This story is pretty good though.
Pairing- Ron/Hermione
The beginning is from OOtP.
Summery- Hermione thinks back to a time in the fifth year. Hermione goes to her dormitory and writes Ron a letter. Can he guess who it's from?
Disclaimer- It all belongs to J.K. Rowling except the plot!
I Hate the Way
Once again, Hermione was telling the twins off. She shoved the clipboard and bag of fake treats into Fred's arms. She stalked back to her chair.
Ron was so low in his seat that his nose was roughly level with his knees.
"Thank you for your support, Ron," Hermione said acidly.
"You handled it fine by yourself," Ron mumbled.
Hermione stared down at her blank piece of parchment for a few seconds, then said edgily, "Oh, it's no good, I can't concentrate now. I'm going to bed."
She wrenched her bag open; Harry thought she was going to put her books away, but instead she pulled out two misshapen woolly objects, placed them carefully on the table; covered them with a few screwed-up bits of parchment and a broken quill, and stood back to admire the effect.
"What in the name of Merlin are you doing?" said Ron, watching her as though fearful for her sanity.
"They're hats for house elves," she said briskly, now stuffing her books back into her bag. "I did them over the summer. I'm a really slow knitter without magic, but now I'm back at school I should be able to make lots more."
"You're leaving out hats for the house-elves?" said Ron slowly. "And you're covering them with rubbish first?"
"Yes," Hermione said defiantly, swinging her bag onto her back.
"That's not on," said Ron angrily. "You're trying to trick them into picking up the hats. You're setting the free when they might not want to be free."
"Of course they want to be free!" said Hermione at once, though her face turned pink. "Don't you dare touch them, Ron!"
She turned on her heel and left. Ron waited until she had disappeared through the door of the girls' staircase, then cleared the rubbish off the hats.
"They should at least see what they're picking up."
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Hermione dropped her bag at the foot of her bed and let her body drop back onto the bed. She sighed as she pulled her mind out of the memory. The Trio was in their 7th year at Hogwarts
Why him? Why did I have to fall in love with him…she thought, as she brushed her hair.
Walking over and looking out the window she noticed on of the school owls flying out side her window. She wet her lips and whistled; the owl came to her at once.
It flew in the window and landed on the desk that was in the room. It sat looking at her through its hazel eyes.
"Wait just a minute. I have to write the letter," told it as she pulled out her quill, ink pot, and a clean sheet of parchment.
Sitting down she began to write.
Dear Ron,
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you ride your broom
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't owl
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close
Not a little bit, at all
I've known you for years, Ronald. I've been in love with you since we met.
Love,
It's Hard to Hate You
Hermione smiled and rolled the parchment up. She stood and walked to the owl. She tied it to its leg.
"Take this to Mister Ronald Weasley," she instructed it. "It's urgent."
She watched the owl take off towards the common room window. Turning back to her bed, she couldn't help but hope that she'll have his heart.
She smiled to herself as she lay down.
I love you Ronald Arthur Weasley…she thought, just before she fell asleep.
