Authors
Note: Well, first of all, all the characters and everything you
recognize are from the series Harry Potter, and are owned by J.K.
Rowling.
Second of all, this is my first fanfic, so it's not going
to be perfect. I'm trying my best though.
Well, I'll be quiet
and let you read! –starts to listen to Tangled Up In Me by Skye
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Chapter One
The Confused
February, ah the beautiful month of February, the snow lay on the grounds perfectly and smoothly. The sun shone brightly and birds chirped happily.
Of
course, February meant a lot of things, and one of them is,
Valentine's Day. Oh that day, that some would say that the Greeting
Card industry made up for more business, and others say it was the
one most romantic days of the year.
But for a certain, tall,
redheaded youth, it just spelled torture for him.
Why you ask?
Because every time he thought he had enough courage to ask the girl
he had adored since day one, he chickened out and made a fool out of
himself, doing something stupid like messing up his potion, or using
the wrong spell, or knocking something down. Also maybe because the
girl is his best friend, and that made him even more nervous. If he
asked her, would she think it would just be as friends....or not. He
constantly thought.
Oh how he hated that day, he just wished that
he could skip that month all together...or /at least/ ask /her/
out.
Ron ran and hand through his hair and stared out the
window of his dormitory. He looked around his dormitory, seeing that
all his buddies were asleep after all it was /only/ 5 in the morning.
He blinked and dressed into his quidditch robes, grabbed his broom,
and silently slipped out of the dormitory and headed down to the
common room. He yawned as he looked around the common room, he felt
like having some private practice for awhile, and think of more plays
for the team. He was the new quidditch captain, and that had given
him a new spring in his step, and he thought that maybe, just maybe,
it'd impress /her/, but he had thought that she probably wouldn't be
impressed, after all she wasn't the world's biggest fan of
quidditch...
He sighed and headed out of the common room and
headed out of the castle, making new foot prints on the snow as he
trudged towards the quidditch field.
A
young woman was seated on a bench, staring into the empty Quidditch
Pitch. Her eyes were blank, but somewhere deep inside the chocolate
orbs, you could see she was trouble. The dew was wet around her bare
feet, and soft rain pattered down against her white blouse and navy
skirt, running down her pale skin.
It was February, and she
could not remember to forget the Valentine's Day dance...or more
specifically, Ron Weasley. Her dream date. Her best friend. An
/idiot/. She knew he'd never ask her out...and even if he liked her,
he'd never have the courage. But why? He was so amazing-how could she
not love him?
She shook her head and leaned back against the
next bench over, trying to steady the hot blush that was creeping up
her neck. She needed to stop thinking about him. Yes, he would
definitely agree...she, Hermione Granger, thought far too much.
Ron
yawned as he walked into the quidditch pitch, not noticing anything
around him, and shot up into the sky. He grinned, happy at once,
where thoughts of Hermione couldn't reach him, he was too busy
thinking of quidditch plays as he circled the pitch.
But
unfortunately his thoughts drifted back to her.
Hermione
watched Ron entering the Pitch, surprised at his early waking. She
scooted forward in her seat, wondering if he even saw her. Perhaps
she just shouldn't trouble him right now...she was annoying enough
during day hours. She sighed and kept her mouth shut, watching him
happily-he was always so amazing when he flew. But then again, he was
always amazing.
Ron shook the thoughts about Hermione out of
his head and looked down at the stands, seeing Hermione, he almost
fell off his broom, and dived to the ground, and walked over to her.
"'Lo Hermy...." he said nodding at her, and smiling.
Go
on ask her.... He thought. She looks so....well, beautiful...go on,
ask her!
Hermione grinned up at Ron, brushing her hair to the
side so she could get a better glance at his cobalt eyes.
"Hey,
Ron...why do you always call me that?" She said, though not at
all offended.
-Come on, ask me!-
Ron shrugged, "Because
of Grawp I guess..." He said smiling.
Go on! Ask her! He
thought, Why does she have to torture me?!? Why does she have to
be...so beautiful and smart?!? She wouldn't want to go with
me....after all, I'm just an average person...I'm Ronald Weasley;
nothing special...she'd probably want to date someone as smart as
her. He thought, getting more and more discouraged.
Ah, come on!
If you just ask her, and she says no, at least you knew that you gave
it a shot, and you won't kick yourself for not asking her out!
Remember the Yule Ball?!? He told himself, oh how he remembered the
Yule Ball. He had never forgiven himself for not asking her to go to
the ball with him.
He took a deep breath and said,
"Erm...Hermione..." His voice trailing off.
"Yes,
Ron?" Hermione scooted forward in her seat and her eyes took on
a hopeful look. Was this it? Was he /finally/ going to ask her?
-Yes,
of course he will!-
-But what if he doesn't like me like
that?-
-He DOES!-
A
small blush crept onto his face, and he rubbed the back of his neck,
"Erm...I was wondering if you'd-" He paused for half a
second looking at her, and said lamely and quickly," I err, was
wondering if you would help me study for the next Transfiguration
test..." He looked down at his feet.
He mentally slapped
himself, Idiot....idiot...idiot.
"Of
course I'll-what?" Her tone dropped as her sentence changed, and
the look of mixed hope and happiness disappeared altogether. He
couldn't be doing this...he was such an idiot. She was almost
positive he had been trying to ask her out...but then, maybe
not.
-Yes, he was.-
-You're always wrong, anyway!-
-How does
that song go...hmm, I am selfish, I am wrong, I am right! - ((A/N:
that's from the song Vindicated by Dashboard Confessional))
-Shut
up.-
Ron
shook his head, "Erm...never mind Hermione." He murmured
and started to walk out of the Quidditch Pitch, his head hung
low.
-Idiot...you're such an idiot....-
I thought you were
supposed to be encouraging. Ron thought, sighing.
-Well, how can I
be when you do something so stupid, and so idiotic, and so lame,
and-
I get the point...just stuff it.
"No!"
Hermione said rather stubbornly, annoyed. If this wasn't the time to
deal with it, what was? After all, another 5 years and the spark
would be gone.
-Spark? What spark?-
-I said shut up!-
"Come
back here!"
Ron spun around and raised an eyebrow at Hermione, "Erm...what?" He asked, his face full of confused, "What? What do you want?" He asked, not moving an inch from the spot he was standing at.
Unfortunately,
Hermione had failed to think through exactly what she'd say, or do,
so she just stood there for a minute. With all honesty, she had not
expected him to turn around-he'd always ignored her, even more so
lately.
"Err...is that really what you wanted to ask?"
Ron
opened his mouth, and then closed it, raising an eyebrow at her.
"Erm...yeah...It is..." He murmured, and turned around
again to exit the Quidditch Pitch.
-Idiot...-
WHAT?!?
-Can't
you even take a hint?!? She's /wants/ you to ask her out!-
Where
do you come up with these jokes?
-I'm not-
Just stuff it...
"Well,
then...let's go right now." Hermione said, standing up and
rushing after him. Well, might as well take what you could get...even
if it was a study session.
-Err, m'lady, you're sounding a bit
desperate.-
-I am not desperate!-
-Right...-
-I'm not!-
She
caught up to him and put her hand against his arm, waiting for an
answer.
Ron
blushed a bit and murmured, "Erm...okay then." And started
to lead the way back to the castle, staring straight infront of him,
refusing to let himself look at her.
-You weren't expecting that,
were you?-
Stuff it...
-Well at least you'll be with
her...-
Stuff it!
-Fine, /sir/-
Stuff it....
"Now,
what exactly were you having trouble with?" Hermione asked,
letting her 'business-as-usual' tone creep in to her voice.
-Bad
Hermione! He finds that annoying!-
-Actually, I believe he finds
it quite endearing.-
-Didn't I tell you to shut up?-
-Fine,
then.-
"Erm..."
He thought trying to think of something, actually, his real answer
would be nothing. He was actually getting great grades in the class,
but he just shrugged and murmured,
"Erm...everything?"
-Idiot...-
Would please just
STUFF IT?!?
-Fine, your majesty.-
Stuff it...
-But I
did...-
No you didn't...
-True, but still...-
Hermione
couldn't suppress the smile that formed against her lips, and she
looked up at Ron with a skeptical look across her face.
"Don't
you even begin to think I haven't seen your papers lately..."
She said, opening the doors to the library. "You've been getting
very good grades. Probably just wanted me to leave you alone, huh?"
With that, Hermione entered the library, still wondering why she'd
said that.
Ron looked confused and a bit hurt when she said that. He blinked and stood there like an idiot for a couple minutes, then walked into the library, looking around for her, then spotted her, "Hermione, what the bloody hell did you mean by that?!?"
"Oh,
I wonder!" Hermione said rather harshly, sarcasm clear in her
voice. She was at the window seat, hand against the frosted
glass.
-Great, now you're starting another fight.-
-I mean it,
shut the hell up!-
-Ooh, verbal abuse...-
Ron
glared at her, folding his arms, "/Just/ because I was getting
good grades, /Hermy/, doesn't mean that I'm the best...because if you
haven't /noticed/ I'm rarely ever the best at /anything/...but why
help poor average Ron, when you could be off with someone else, eh? I
mean, I'm just a friend that doesn't mean /anything/ to you, right?"
He said coldly, his face turning red from anger.
-And now you're
making another fight....very smart of you, Ron, very smart.-
Stuff
it!
-Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I was just congratulating you on doing
another well done idiotic thing...-
STUFF IT!
-Okay okay, gee...a
bit mean tempered, eh?-
I SAID-
-Okay okay!-
"You
never know what I mean, Weasley! I don't need to be the best at
anything-because really, if you think about it, I'm not! And you
know...I never said I didn't want to spend time with you...there's no
one else who really makes me happy the way you do." Hermione
sighed and lowered her voice to a whisper, pressing close to the
window, further from Ron.
"And...You are the best. At
stealing my heart."
Ron raised an eyebrow and looked down at the ground, "True, I never know what you mean...I mean, I'm too stupid to know what you mean, right?" He said, then paused, "And likely story, Hermione, likely story..." He murmured, shaking his head and walked out of the library.
"No." Hermione said, but too quietly for it to even reach him, let alone stop him. She hugged her knees to her chest and let her thick black cloak fall over them, then watched him leave the library. "No, that's all wrong."
Author's Note: Well, that's the end of this chapter...I hoped you liked it! Please review!