Hi! Okay, this is the first fanfic that I've ever written so please bear with me (and the suckishness of the story). I actually normally don't like Ron/Hermione fics or songfics, but I was listening to the song while reading a fic and the idea came into my head and just wouldn't leave me alone. So here we are. Please review with any comments, good or bad. If you have any ideas of how to improve please let me know, and if you notice any grammar/spelling errors that I didn't catch please let me know!
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"Ron! What is with all of these owls?" Harry asked, annoyed. Ron set his owl free for the fifth time in the hour that he had been sitting with Harry and me by the lake.
"Nothing," Ron replied evasively, "Just having a conversation with… someone… and it's not like there's a faster way to communicate with her in the castle anyways."
"So it's a girl you're talking to," I stated. Ron's ears turned redder than his hair. I felt my stomach twist uncomfortably at this information, although I didn't really know why. The owl returned, and dropped a note into Ron's lap, while he only looked at it with terror.
"Well, go on," Harry insisted, "You've been owling this girl for the last hour. Open the note already. Who's it from, anyways?" I gazed across the lake, trying to appear unconcerned with the answer to Harry's question even though I was eager to know just who was owling my Ron. Wait, my Ron? Where did that my come from? I pushed aside my jealous feelings. It's only because Ron is like my brother, I assured myself. I just don't want to see him end up with the wrong girl. I would feel the same way for Harry.
Wrong! Shouted a voice in my head. You aren't upset about Harry fancying Ginny. It's only Ron that you're concerned about.
Sometimes, being highly logical can be highly annoying.
Ron squirmed. "Lavender Brown," he muttered finally. "She and I have been sort of getting to know each other lately. I-kind-of-just-asked-her-to-be-my-girlfriend-just-now," he stammered quickly.
"Well open the note then!" Harry exclaimed, "I want to see what she said!" Ron continued to stare at the note in his lap as if it were a howler. Harry, growing frustrated, snatched the note from Ron and ripped it open. Ron tried to get it back, and the two boys began rolling around on the grass fighting over custody of the note. I rolled my eyes, by now used to their childish antics. When their scuffle got close enough to where I was sitting, I snatched the note from Harry myself and quickly stood up and backed away a few paces with the note held high above my head and remained like that while the boys sheepishly disentangled themselves.
"Really, are we in sixth year or six years old?" I asked. Harry looked unconcerned, but Ron's skin glowed brighter red. I lowered the note, opened it, and read aloud the contents of the note: "I would love to be your girlfriend-" Harry punched a pleased-looking Ron in the arm, "-IF-" Ron stopped smiling, "Gryffindor wins the next quidditch match against Slytherin." It was signed with her name is swirly cursive and a multitude of hearts surrounding it.
"'If'?" Ron wailed, "what does she mean by 'if'?"
Harry sniggered. "G'luck with that one, mate. I'm off to quidditch practice. If you want to get the girl I would suggest that you come along soon." And with that, Harry got up and set off in the direction of the pitch.
I sat down in silence next to Ron. Ron, who I had known just as long as Harry. Why is it that knowing Harry for six years has made him feel like by brother, but knowing Ron for six years has not? Ron sat quietly beside me, staring at this latest note. I gently nudged his shoulder. "What's the problem?" I asked. "You have your 'deep in thought' face, and I've learned that only bad things happen after that."
He managed a half smile and shrugged one of his shoulders. "What does it mean, Hermione? I mean, you're a girl… do you understand what it means?"
Yes, it means that she only wants to be seen with you if it will improve her social status so she obviously doesn't care about you as a person and doesn't deserve to be with someone as good as you…
Woah. What is with all of these possessive thoughts about Ron all of a sudden? No, I don't even want to know. I shook my head slightly to clear my jumbled thoughts before answering. "Ron… it could mean a lot of things…"
"But does she like me?"
I hesitated. If I told him the truth, he would be crushed and he might hold it against me. If I lied… Well what was the worst that could happen? He could start dating her. But why did that matter to me? Because you l- "I think so," I answered before the nagging voice in my head could complete it's thought.
Ron beamed. "Thanks, Hermione! I've got to get to quidditch practice then, see you!"
"See you," I replied quietly, but it was too late. Ron was already running off in the direction of the pitch, too far away to hear me.
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