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You don't fall in love with your best friend. It's just not something you do, right? Especially when you're the smartest girl in your class, especially when logic wins out over all else in your mind without fail, right? Especially when you're Hermione Granger.
And I am Hermione Granger, after all.
So, no, I am definitely not in love with my best friend. For the longest time, I wasn't even sure that I liked my best friend even. I mean, sure, he's funny and entertaining and brave and even kind of cute. Okay, he is very cute, but that doesn't change anything.
He's annoying, insensitive, immature, infuriating, rude, vile… Do I need to go on because, really, I can.
But somehow, he's managed to make every single girl in the school fall head over heels for him. He fancies himself some sort of player, and that's really all he is when it comes down to it. He probably doesn't even like half of the girls he goes out with; it's more of a statement for him. To let everyone know that he can and will get any girl that he chooses.
Last year when we were sixth years, he somehow managed to attract the attentions of both of my roommates, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, at the exact same time. It caused a rather furious row between the two of them, and I have to admit that it was actually quite entertaining to watch. They got over it, though, and now they're back to being their annoying best friends selves. Ron's managed to snag every single Gryffindor girl in the year below us, too- except for his little sister Ginny, of course. He's also managed to get half the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, too. He doesn't really go after any of the Slytherin girls, but can you really blame him? What would he want with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode anyway?
But there's always been one girl he's never succeeded in wooing, and that would be… Me.
He might think that he's some fantastic, debonair, master of women. But he's really not. If he were, I would have fallen for him a long time ago.
Like the very first time he ever told me I was "cute." Or the very first time he ever slid his hands down my waist in what I know was just a hoped attempt to make me shiver. Or even the very first time he told me that he wasn't sure why I was fighting the inevitable.
But, of course, he wasn't being serious.
Ron Weasley is never, ever serious. He is a joker, a teaser- definitely not serious.
The only reason he ever expressed any interest in me is because I would prove to be a challenge. I'm the only girl that's not already falling at his feet, and it's just killing him that there might be one girl in the school that won't fall victim to his "charms."
So, he's been devoting the last few months to pursuing me. Nonstop. Like I'm stupid or something.
Honestly! Doesn't he know I'm nearly the opposite of stupid? Doesn't he know that I know all about the little ego-boast he would get if I were to suddenly lay aside all my morals and logic and just throw myself at him like some common Hogwarts slut? Doesn't he know that?
Well, if he doesn't he should certainly learn.
Because I'm not some common Hogwarts slut. I'm not now, nor have I ever been, nor will I ever be. So, he just needs to accept that. And leave me alone.
Before I do something that actually is stupid.
Okay, let me be honest with you. Just make sure that what I'm about to say goes no further than you and me. Promise? Well, okay then.
All of a sudden, I can't think about anything except Ron. Stupid, isn't it? Yes, I know, but I can't help it! It's like somehow no matter where I am or what I'm doing, a tall redhead always manages to make his way into my thoughts and settle there.
And I don't know why.
Honestly, I really don't like him that way. I especially don't love him. I mean, at least I don't think I do.
Oh, who am I kidding?
Of course, I like him in that way. All I ever think about is kissing him and touching him and just being with him. But he can't know that. I'm way too stubborn to admit to him that he was right when he said, "You know, 'Mione, if you'd just get your head out of your arse, you'd see that we're meant for each other."
Get my head out of my arse? Well, that's Ron for you. But anyway, he was right. I do see that we're meant for each other. I really, really see it. I know this because my mother once told me that opposites attract one another, and she couldn't have been more right.
Ron and me- that's about as opposite as you can get.
He's messy; I'm neat. He's rude; I'm sensitive. He's loud; I'm usually quiet. He'd rather spend his time talking Quidditch; I'd rather spend my time reading schoolbooks. He doesn't care about his grades; I'm obsessed with mine.
It's a wonder we even became friends in the first place.
But we did, and I guess that was really all Harry's fault. Harry Potter is our other best friend, and for seven years now, he's been the go-between for us and the peace-keeper and the makeshift mediator whenever Ron and I have fought. And it's really through him that Ron and I even became friends in the first place. See, when we were eleven years old and just starting out at school, Harry and Ron were best friends. I really didn't like either of them because they were both rather rude to me most of the time- especially Ron. But certain events happened that changed my feelings for them, and we became friends. At first I really only liked Harry; Ron was still kind of mean to me (not that he isn't still…). But Ron came along with the package, and I was forced to befriend him.
And I'd be telling a complete lie if I said I regretted our friendship. True, Ron and I have screamed more than we've talked civilly, but deep down we're very good friends, and I can't imagine what my life would be like today if he wasn't in it. If I'm going to be completely honest, I'd even go as far as saying that I consider Ron to be an even better friend than Harry. It's true, though, but that's just because Ron and I have spent so much time alone together while Harry's been off doing other things.
But still. Even if opposites do attract, that's no guarantee that Ron and I would ever make it. I've been around two sets of happily married people- one for all of my life and another for a good part. Those two sets are, respectively, Marie and Timothy Granger and Molly and Arthur Weasley- my parents and Ron's. Here are two sets of two people who have been together for a time longer than I have even been in existence, and they're still perfectly content with each other. Yes, I've seen my mum and dad argue, and I've seen Mr. and Mrs. Weasley argue, too, but they don't have all out screaming matches like Ron and I do. Ron and I fight about everything! And when we were younger, I could deal better with it. Ron and I would get in a fight, and we wouldn't talk to each other for a few days; then everything would be perfectly fine. Now, though, things are quite different. After Ron and I get into a huge row, we no longer give each other the silent treatment. No, he takes care of me with a much harsher punishment.
He flirts nonstop with me.
"Wow, Hermione! If you can get that fired up about me wanting to copy your Transfiguration essay, I can't even imagine how fired you could get about… other things…" He would, of course, say this with a quick wink of the eye and his stupid, cocky smirk playing across his lips.
And he knows it gets to me. He knows that when he starts talking about "other things" that I start thinking about "other things," and that it throws off my whole calm, cool, and collected bit. And so that's why he does it.
Because he knows it affects me a hundred times more than silence.
He really pissed me off this morning. We got into a terrible argument that resulted in me storming out of the Common Room and outside to the lake. I wish he wouldn't come after me, but I know he will. I bet you that at this very moment he's upstairs plotting his latest tactic to get me to throw myself at him and beg him to ravish me like there's no tomorrow. I bet he's up there planning exactly what he's going to say in an attempt to win me on this day. I bet he and Harry are up there having a good laugh about it all.
He makes me so furious!!!
Of course, I could turn the tables just a bit… Throw him off and give him a taste of his own medicine. And let's just see how well he handles that.
"Operation Make Ron Beg" is about to be underway…
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Hi, this won't be a very long story. Probably just a few chapters. Let me know if you want to see more, please! Thanks!!!!!
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You don't fall in love with your best friend. It's just not something you do, right? Especially when you're the smartest girl in your class, especially when logic wins out over all else in your mind without fail, right? Especially when you're Hermione Granger.
And I am Hermione Granger, after all.
So, no, I am definitely not in love with my best friend. For the longest time, I wasn't even sure that I liked my best friend even. I mean, sure, he's funny and entertaining and brave and even kind of cute. Okay, he is very cute, but that doesn't change anything.
He's annoying, insensitive, immature, infuriating, rude, vile… Do I need to go on because, really, I can.
But somehow, he's managed to make every single girl in the school fall head over heels for him. He fancies himself some sort of player, and that's really all he is when it comes down to it. He probably doesn't even like half of the girls he goes out with; it's more of a statement for him. To let everyone know that he can and will get any girl that he chooses.
Last year when we were sixth years, he somehow managed to attract the attentions of both of my roommates, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, at the exact same time. It caused a rather furious row between the two of them, and I have to admit that it was actually quite entertaining to watch. They got over it, though, and now they're back to being their annoying best friends selves. Ron's managed to snag every single Gryffindor girl in the year below us, too- except for his little sister Ginny, of course. He's also managed to get half the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, too. He doesn't really go after any of the Slytherin girls, but can you really blame him? What would he want with Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode anyway?
But there's always been one girl he's never succeeded in wooing, and that would be… Me.
He might think that he's some fantastic, debonair, master of women. But he's really not. If he were, I would have fallen for him a long time ago.
Like the very first time he ever told me I was "cute." Or the very first time he ever slid his hands down my waist in what I know was just a hoped attempt to make me shiver. Or even the very first time he told me that he wasn't sure why I was fighting the inevitable.
But, of course, he wasn't being serious.
Ron Weasley is never, ever serious. He is a joker, a teaser- definitely not serious.
The only reason he ever expressed any interest in me is because I would prove to be a challenge. I'm the only girl that's not already falling at his feet, and it's just killing him that there might be one girl in the school that won't fall victim to his "charms."
So, he's been devoting the last few months to pursuing me. Nonstop. Like I'm stupid or something.
Honestly! Doesn't he know I'm nearly the opposite of stupid? Doesn't he know that I know all about the little ego-boast he would get if I were to suddenly lay aside all my morals and logic and just throw myself at him like some common Hogwarts slut? Doesn't he know that?
Well, if he doesn't he should certainly learn.
Because I'm not some common Hogwarts slut. I'm not now, nor have I ever been, nor will I ever be. So, he just needs to accept that. And leave me alone.
Before I do something that actually is stupid.
Okay, let me be honest with you. Just make sure that what I'm about to say goes no further than you and me. Promise? Well, okay then.
All of a sudden, I can't think about anything except Ron. Stupid, isn't it? Yes, I know, but I can't help it! It's like somehow no matter where I am or what I'm doing, a tall redhead always manages to make his way into my thoughts and settle there.
And I don't know why.
Honestly, I really don't like him that way. I especially don't love him. I mean, at least I don't think I do.
Oh, who am I kidding?
Of course, I like him in that way. All I ever think about is kissing him and touching him and just being with him. But he can't know that. I'm way too stubborn to admit to him that he was right when he said, "You know, 'Mione, if you'd just get your head out of your arse, you'd see that we're meant for each other."
Get my head out of my arse? Well, that's Ron for you. But anyway, he was right. I do see that we're meant for each other. I really, really see it. I know this because my mother once told me that opposites attract one another, and she couldn't have been more right.
Ron and me- that's about as opposite as you can get.
He's messy; I'm neat. He's rude; I'm sensitive. He's loud; I'm usually quiet. He'd rather spend his time talking Quidditch; I'd rather spend my time reading schoolbooks. He doesn't care about his grades; I'm obsessed with mine.
It's a wonder we even became friends in the first place.
But we did, and I guess that was really all Harry's fault. Harry Potter is our other best friend, and for seven years now, he's been the go-between for us and the peace-keeper and the makeshift mediator whenever Ron and I have fought. And it's really through him that Ron and I even became friends in the first place. See, when we were eleven years old and just starting out at school, Harry and Ron were best friends. I really didn't like either of them because they were both rather rude to me most of the time- especially Ron. But certain events happened that changed my feelings for them, and we became friends. At first I really only liked Harry; Ron was still kind of mean to me (not that he isn't still…). But Ron came along with the package, and I was forced to befriend him.
And I'd be telling a complete lie if I said I regretted our friendship. True, Ron and I have screamed more than we've talked civilly, but deep down we're very good friends, and I can't imagine what my life would be like today if he wasn't in it. If I'm going to be completely honest, I'd even go as far as saying that I consider Ron to be an even better friend than Harry. It's true, though, but that's just because Ron and I have spent so much time alone together while Harry's been off doing other things.
But still. Even if opposites do attract, that's no guarantee that Ron and I would ever make it. I've been around two sets of happily married people- one for all of my life and another for a good part. Those two sets are, respectively, Marie and Timothy Granger and Molly and Arthur Weasley- my parents and Ron's. Here are two sets of two people who have been together for a time longer than I have even been in existence, and they're still perfectly content with each other. Yes, I've seen my mum and dad argue, and I've seen Mr. and Mrs. Weasley argue, too, but they don't have all out screaming matches like Ron and I do. Ron and I fight about everything! And when we were younger, I could deal better with it. Ron and I would get in a fight, and we wouldn't talk to each other for a few days; then everything would be perfectly fine. Now, though, things are quite different. After Ron and I get into a huge row, we no longer give each other the silent treatment. No, he takes care of me with a much harsher punishment.
He flirts nonstop with me.
"Wow, Hermione! If you can get that fired up about me wanting to copy your Transfiguration essay, I can't even imagine how fired you could get about… other things…" He would, of course, say this with a quick wink of the eye and his stupid, cocky smirk playing across his lips.
And he knows it gets to me. He knows that when he starts talking about "other things" that I start thinking about "other things," and that it throws off my whole calm, cool, and collected bit. And so that's why he does it.
Because he knows it affects me a hundred times more than silence.
He really pissed me off this morning. We got into a terrible argument that resulted in me storming out of the Common Room and outside to the lake. I wish he wouldn't come after me, but I know he will. I bet you that at this very moment he's upstairs plotting his latest tactic to get me to throw myself at him and beg him to ravish me like there's no tomorrow. I bet he's up there planning exactly what he's going to say in an attempt to win me on this day. I bet he and Harry are up there having a good laugh about it all.
He makes me so furious!!!
Of course, I could turn the tables just a bit… Throw him off and give him a taste of his own medicine. And let's just see how well he handles that.
"Operation Make Ron Beg" is about to be underway…
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Hi, this won't be a very long story. Probably just a few chapters. Let me know if you want to see more, please! Thanks!!!!!