EENY MEENY MIONE MOE
Ron's in love and won't let it go
I'm in love.
It feels so strange to say it.
The problem is, I have a girlfriend
And she's not the one I love.
She's a brilliant snog.
But she's not brilliant.
She's gorgeous
But her personality isn't
She is everything Hermione Granger is not.
This is why I love Hermione.
Like I said, it sounds strange to say.
I've been such a git.
It took me four years to notice Hermione was a girl
And not just any girl
A gorgeous girl
Inside and out.
But it took me another two years to realize
I'd been in love with her since she told me I had dirt on my nose.
I don't know what I was thinking when I snogged Lavender for the first time.
I wasn't thinking.
Well, not really.
What I was thinking about was what Ginny had told me.
About how Hermione snogged Krum.
Krum.
I swear, I was about to fly to bloody Bulgaria and strangle him.
But I had a Potions essay the next day which I still hadn't finished.
Anyway.
Here's my story, from the beginning.
I was born in St. Mungo's with a full head of flaming red hair, eight pounds eleven ounces.
Okay, maybe not that far back to the beginning.
I mean the beginning of this whole Hermione business.
Damn that dirt on my nose.
I should've let mum rub it off for me.
Well I guess all that would've done was postpone things.
I wish choices were as easy as they were in childhood, when the hardest decision was whether to have chocolate ice cream or strawberry shortcake for dessert, and that matter could always be solved with a simple 'Eeny meeny miney moe"
'Mione…
I can still remember how it had felt, to watch her dance with Krum.
It was like my very heart was being torn out of my chest.
I felt empty inside, my hands clammy and my head pounding
Voices inside it screaming, a dull roar in my ears.
All that mattered was that Hermione looked beautiful and I had never seen her look so amazing I had never seen anyone look like that in my life and it was the way she looked at Krum that pained me the most because she looked like that but would never look at me like that ever.
All that mattered was how much I wanted to be holding her in my arms gently swaying to the music that at that moment sounded like cruel laughter to me but I could imagine how it would sound if I had Hermione whispering words of love along with it in my ear as we danced even though I hated dancing I could think of nothing more I would like to do than dance with Hermione Granger.
Except maybe kiss her.
All that would matter was that my lips would be on hers and hers on mine and that was all that would exist as the world would melt around us nothing but our lips and our eyes and our love.
…
Ron cried himself to sleep that night for the first time in a long time.
If only he had known
Hermione did the same.