Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joanne Rowling. God Save the Queen. I could only wish to write like that.
AN: today -05/02 or 02/05 whatever you wish- it's my birthday! (Well, at least for the lasting 20 minutes) and I have an unhealthy obsession with Ronald Bilius Weasley. I've been diagnosed and everything. So I thought that as a gift to myself I could translate these series of drabbles that I wrote like 5 months ago in Spanish (while my muse returns of its holidays). And yes, that's a weird gift, but I've seen worse, hahahaha. I guess that covers everything… Enjoy!
Oh, yeah! I forgot, please review? Thank you!
"Ron."
"Mmm."
"Pay attention to me."
"I'm listening to you."
"No, you're hearing me. You are not listening to me."
"Isn't it the same? What's the difference?"
"The difference is that if you were listening, you would be paying attention."
"But if you see I'm answering, is because I understand, and therefore I'm listening."
"You're not even looking at me!"
"What do you want, Hermione? This article about the Cannons' new recruit is wicked. I really do believe this is going to be our year, our season."
"I'm pregnant."
So that's what a bludger hit at the head felt like.