Author's note:
This is a one-shot, written for 'The Staying Up All Night Competition' by 'Rosa Clearwater'.
The character I had to write about was Ron Weasly. This is my first time writing from his point of view, so please forgive me if you feel like that's not him at all.
I know it's rather short, but I didn't think it would need further explaination.
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~ Ron's P.O.V. ~
He was going crazy, absolutely mental. That must be it, right? How else could he explain his behavior? This isn't natural! And how was he ever going to fulfill this task when he look like this? It's be a lost case, he was sure of it. He'd actually rather get beaten up by Bludgers, than do this. Wait! What thinking, rather getting beaten up by Bludgers! Yep, he really had lost it.
It was Wednesday, 3 am in the morning and Ron was pacing around in the Gryffindor common room in his pajama's, quietly mumbling to himself. He was literally going crazy and he just had to get out of bed. He didn't really know how long he had been there, since he hadn't looked at the clock when he got out of bed, but It had surely been a few hours. He was dead tired, but he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, even if he tried.
Of course, he had been out of bed at night before. The numerous midnight adventures with his friends only one of the causes. But this was different. He wasn't up for a late-night snack or a nightly walk. He just couldn't sleep anymore. He felt as if he was hexed, which was probably one way to explain the cause of his insomnia. He had been like this for three nights in a row now and it was starting to take its toll on his sanity. If he wouldn't get some sleep now he wouldn't even be albe to think anymore. Which could pose a real problem, considering the fact that he had tons of assignments for potions and transfiguration.
He suddenly stopped pacing in the middle of the circular room, staring off into space. His head clearly working over hours.
Maybe I should just wait a few more days, that would be better I suppose. … No-no! Of course not! It will be too late by then! Oh, how am I ever going to do this?
Hermione would say that I have to find a logic solution for it… But how on earth is there a logic solution for this, I mean, look at me! She would probably say that I shouldn't bother at all. But she is a girl, she wouldn't understand. No Hermione wouldn't know what to do.
Hmmm. What about Harry, I mean, I know that he's still waiting too, chicken, like me. But of course it won't be a problem for him. Ha! He is freaking Harry Potter! No, Harry wouldn't know what to do either… But then who?
By the time he realized none of his friends could help him walked over to the lounge area and sagged down into one of the chairs, too tired to keep up the pacing, but still not able to sleep. It was already 5 am by now. He stared into the fire, looking at the flames, when it suddenly occurred to him.
Of course! That's it! I am going to make it a surprise! Surely I will succeed then! Nobody can overcome a surprise attack! I will do it as soon as I get a chance and I will succeed!
His face lit up with excitement, which was a weird contrast with the purple bruises under his eyes. He decided to go to bed again. He felt confident that he would be able to sleep, now that he had come up with a foul proof solution.
He climbed up the stairs to the dormitory and fell onto his bed, almost too tired to make it there. He was asleep as soon as his ginger hair hit the pillow and lay there with a smile on his face. Obviously dreaming.
He was dreaming about her.
He had finally asked her and she had said yes.
He was taken her to the Yule Ball.
Fleur Delacour.