Summary: Ron realizes that he can't stop thinking about Hermione. It's
driving him insane....and Ginny doesn't seem to be interested in anything
else. And Ron thinks things can't get any worse.
R/Herm., H/G, H/C. Hope you enjoy this. It's my first Harry Potter fic.
Rating: PG
I Think I'm Going Crazy, pt 1:Think Hard
Stupid Krum. He hardly even knows her. I mean, he's so much older than her. He'll forget her in the twinkling of an eye. And she'll be heartbroken. That stupid git. I swear, if he does, he'll be sorry.
I stopped.
Why is this bothering me so much? I mean, this just isn't-normal for me. Why did this have to start now? Or rather, why did this start so long ago? I knew her for a year, and already in my second year I was ready to pound anyone who insulted her. Stupid Malfoy. He could use a good wacking. He never seems to stop insulting everybody. Worst of all, he's going to be with Voldemort. Him and his awful dad.
Wow.
So when did I start thinking of the-name? That's weird...I guess Harry has been a pretty good influence on me. He could probably understand. I mean, he's got that crush on Cho. Poor Ginny. She doesn't care much for Neville....she was so depressed when she couldn't go with Harry. It's hard to take rejection. We all went with the wrong people.
I got up and looked around for Pig. He was sitting on my dresser, hooting merrily. He sensed that he would actually get a job for once. I sat down at my desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. I looked out the window, trying to figure out how I'd write this. I sighed heavily.
Hey Harry.
It's me, Ron. I decided that it would be a bad idea to call you over the hellyfone, so I decided to do this instead. I need to talk to someone. Everyone over here will just drive me crazy, and I figure you'll understand. I've been denying something for a while.
There was a knock at the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Who is it?" I yelled.
"Your mother!"
My ears turned red, and I went to open the door for her. She looked at me and smiled.
"Ron, good news. Harry is coming to visit us tonight. It appears as though his aunt and uncle wanted to give him to us as soon as possible."
"Tonight?" I gaped.
"Yes, tonight. So I suggest you clean up in here and then get dressed more nicely to pick Harry up with you father. Fred and George will not be coming, since-well, you remember what happened last time. Ginny will be coming with you as well."
I stared at her for a moment, blinked, then started cleaning things up. I hid the note in my box of secret things, since I knew Fred and George would come snooping in while I was gone. Of course, they'd never find the box. Once everything(including me) was cleaned up, I went downstairs and met up with dad.
"You all set?"
"Yeah." I looked around. "Where's Ginny?"
"Ginny, you nearly done?" dad called.
She came hurriedly down the stairs looking quite nice, but a bit frantic at the same time.
"Done!"
"Well, let's go."
We walked outside, and I realized we were using a car. What a relief. Floo powder didn't seem like such a good idea right now. We got in, and dad started driving.
So, I can talk to Harry in person about this. Good. But why did Ginny have to come along for the ride? Then again, dad's in the car, so it wouldn't make any difference. But still-I've got a bad feeling about this. And I also feel like we are being followed.......
"BOO!"
Everyone screamed-that is, except for Fred and George.
"Fred! George! What in heaven's name are you doing in here?!"
"Sorry dad, but we wanted to greet Harry properly. After all, he's-"
"You are not stepping into that house. You gave Harry's cousin a very traumatic experience last year. They'll kick us out and we won't even be able to retrieve the boy. You two are staying in this car, and you are NOT coming out. Clear? NO stepping into the house."
"Yes, dad" they said with a sigh.
We got out of the car, and Fred and George were whispering something to eachother. I shook my head, praying that they wouldn't do something crazy. I took notice of the garden. It was so tidy. I thought back of the Burrow, the garden full of gnomes.....but it had much more character then this. Dad knocked on the door, and the door opened slowly. Ginny looked aprehensive. A petrified Mr. Dursley was looking out.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Come in!" he barked.
Dad smiled nonetheless, and we followed him into the family room. The whole feeling of the house was tense, as though we weren't wanted there-well, I don't think we actually were.
Harry was sitting in a chair, and he looked up and grinned. I grinned back. Ginny waved.
"Hello Ron, Ginny, Mr. Weasley. I'm all packed, so we can get going..."
"Yes, you can get going" Mr. Dursley said in a hurried voice.
I went over to Harry. The Dursleys cringed. It felt weird, being watched like that. I picked up Harry's suitcase.
"Well, it was nice-er-seeing you again" dad said cheerfully.
Mrs. Dursley squeaked, and Dudley's mouth hung open in horror. Ginny looked up at me, confused. I widened my eyes at dad, and we left.
"Bye!" said Harry in a cheery voice.
"Nice-er-meeting you!" Ginny piped up.
As we came towards the car, George and Fred bounded out, nearly bouncing around.
"Hey, Harry!" they choroused.
"Hello" he said, grinning at them. "Well, I'm glad to get out of there. They think I'm more of a freak every time I come back."
"Honestly, those folks of yours are weird, Harry. No offense" Fred added.
"None taken. Can't wait to get back to the Burrow. Hey, I just realized something-I'll be at your house for my birthday! That'll be cool-since every time I have it over there, well.....they don't say anything."
I nodded, gazing out of the window. I'll tell him when we get home. Good thing he's here. Mum calls me an owl during the summers..........
End of part one.
The next part will be up soon..........please note that this is my first HP fic so if it sounds bad now I'm sorry. I need to get used to writing Ron's thoughts more often..........lol :)
R/Herm., H/G, H/C. Hope you enjoy this. It's my first Harry Potter fic.
Rating: PG
I Think I'm Going Crazy, pt 1:Think Hard
Stupid Krum. He hardly even knows her. I mean, he's so much older than her. He'll forget her in the twinkling of an eye. And she'll be heartbroken. That stupid git. I swear, if he does, he'll be sorry.
I stopped.
Why is this bothering me so much? I mean, this just isn't-normal for me. Why did this have to start now? Or rather, why did this start so long ago? I knew her for a year, and already in my second year I was ready to pound anyone who insulted her. Stupid Malfoy. He could use a good wacking. He never seems to stop insulting everybody. Worst of all, he's going to be with Voldemort. Him and his awful dad.
Wow.
So when did I start thinking of the-name? That's weird...I guess Harry has been a pretty good influence on me. He could probably understand. I mean, he's got that crush on Cho. Poor Ginny. She doesn't care much for Neville....she was so depressed when she couldn't go with Harry. It's hard to take rejection. We all went with the wrong people.
I got up and looked around for Pig. He was sitting on my dresser, hooting merrily. He sensed that he would actually get a job for once. I sat down at my desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. I looked out the window, trying to figure out how I'd write this. I sighed heavily.
Hey Harry.
It's me, Ron. I decided that it would be a bad idea to call you over the hellyfone, so I decided to do this instead. I need to talk to someone. Everyone over here will just drive me crazy, and I figure you'll understand. I've been denying something for a while.
There was a knock at the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"Who is it?" I yelled.
"Your mother!"
My ears turned red, and I went to open the door for her. She looked at me and smiled.
"Ron, good news. Harry is coming to visit us tonight. It appears as though his aunt and uncle wanted to give him to us as soon as possible."
"Tonight?" I gaped.
"Yes, tonight. So I suggest you clean up in here and then get dressed more nicely to pick Harry up with you father. Fred and George will not be coming, since-well, you remember what happened last time. Ginny will be coming with you as well."
I stared at her for a moment, blinked, then started cleaning things up. I hid the note in my box of secret things, since I knew Fred and George would come snooping in while I was gone. Of course, they'd never find the box. Once everything(including me) was cleaned up, I went downstairs and met up with dad.
"You all set?"
"Yeah." I looked around. "Where's Ginny?"
"Ginny, you nearly done?" dad called.
She came hurriedly down the stairs looking quite nice, but a bit frantic at the same time.
"Done!"
"Well, let's go."
We walked outside, and I realized we were using a car. What a relief. Floo powder didn't seem like such a good idea right now. We got in, and dad started driving.
So, I can talk to Harry in person about this. Good. But why did Ginny have to come along for the ride? Then again, dad's in the car, so it wouldn't make any difference. But still-I've got a bad feeling about this. And I also feel like we are being followed.......
"BOO!"
Everyone screamed-that is, except for Fred and George.
"Fred! George! What in heaven's name are you doing in here?!"
"Sorry dad, but we wanted to greet Harry properly. After all, he's-"
"You are not stepping into that house. You gave Harry's cousin a very traumatic experience last year. They'll kick us out and we won't even be able to retrieve the boy. You two are staying in this car, and you are NOT coming out. Clear? NO stepping into the house."
"Yes, dad" they said with a sigh.
We got out of the car, and Fred and George were whispering something to eachother. I shook my head, praying that they wouldn't do something crazy. I took notice of the garden. It was so tidy. I thought back of the Burrow, the garden full of gnomes.....but it had much more character then this. Dad knocked on the door, and the door opened slowly. Ginny looked aprehensive. A petrified Mr. Dursley was looking out.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Come in!" he barked.
Dad smiled nonetheless, and we followed him into the family room. The whole feeling of the house was tense, as though we weren't wanted there-well, I don't think we actually were.
Harry was sitting in a chair, and he looked up and grinned. I grinned back. Ginny waved.
"Hello Ron, Ginny, Mr. Weasley. I'm all packed, so we can get going..."
"Yes, you can get going" Mr. Dursley said in a hurried voice.
I went over to Harry. The Dursleys cringed. It felt weird, being watched like that. I picked up Harry's suitcase.
"Well, it was nice-er-seeing you again" dad said cheerfully.
Mrs. Dursley squeaked, and Dudley's mouth hung open in horror. Ginny looked up at me, confused. I widened my eyes at dad, and we left.
"Bye!" said Harry in a cheery voice.
"Nice-er-meeting you!" Ginny piped up.
As we came towards the car, George and Fred bounded out, nearly bouncing around.
"Hey, Harry!" they choroused.
"Hello" he said, grinning at them. "Well, I'm glad to get out of there. They think I'm more of a freak every time I come back."
"Honestly, those folks of yours are weird, Harry. No offense" Fred added.
"None taken. Can't wait to get back to the Burrow. Hey, I just realized something-I'll be at your house for my birthday! That'll be cool-since every time I have it over there, well.....they don't say anything."
I nodded, gazing out of the window. I'll tell him when we get home. Good thing he's here. Mum calls me an owl during the summers..........
End of part one.
The next part will be up soon..........please note that this is my first HP fic so if it sounds bad now I'm sorry. I need to get used to writing Ron's thoughts more often..........lol :)