I like Ron.
I like Ron.
But Harry's so hot!
Ron's alright.
Harry's so muscular!
Ron's got good bone structure.
Harry's messy hair is so cute.
Ron's hair is cute too!
I love the way Harry looks when he's concentrating!
I love the way Ron turns red when he's embarrassed!
This mental war has been raging inside of my head ever since seventh year started. I have come to the shocking realization of how hot Harry really is.
I have (and I say this as modestly as possible) changed over the summer. My facial bones have become more defined and my hair has finally lost that adolescent frizz. I've dabbled in some makeup, nothing heavy of course, but when one shares a dormitory with Lavender and Parvati, one gets it forced upon her.
I know Harry fancies me, and I say this with the hope to be humble, because when Harry fancies a girl, he's not exactly blunt about it. I've caught him gazing at me several times, which he responds to by quickly looking away, blushing like mad. I was checking over his potions essay when I spotted my name written in the corner surrounded by hearts.
Ron still likes me too. And, like Harry, is quite blunt about it. He has been incredibly nice to me lately, in the flirtacious-yet-sincere type of way. I think he's still trying to make up for the "Lavender thing". He's so cute when he's trying to be polite.
Now, my dilemma. Which one should I choose? Harry: hero, loyal, trustworthy, humble, gorgeous, caring, and a bit temperamental Or Ron: loyal, moody, temperamental, cute, funny, lovable, and goofy.
I know I could easily have either one (again with the modesty!), but which is more my type?
"Hermione" says a voice and I snap back to reality. I look up and see Harry looking down at me. I sit up in the armchair.
"Yes?" I reply.
"Well, I, er, well tomorrow is, well, you know, er-"
"Valentines Day" I finish. God, he's so cute when he's nervous.
"Yeah, that's it. I was wondering since…well, there a ball and, I, well, I just-"
"Hermione!" says an excited voice. Ron comes bounding over to us. "Valentines Day is tomorrow and there's a ball so-"
"Wait" I interrupt. Oh, what the heck, Harry's prettier. "Harry was just asking me something along the same lines. Go on, Harry."
Ron looks a mixture of shocked and furious.
"But I was-" he says exasperatedly.
"I was wondering-" counters Harry.
"If you-"
"Will-"
"Go-"
"To-"
"The-"
"Ball-"
"With-"
"Me?"
There they both stand, glaring at each other, fighting over…me? Their best friend for six years and they both decide to go for me now?
You've got to be kidding me.
Oh great, now they're looking at me. I'm in it deep now.
My first instinct is to choose Ron because I've liked him for so long…but the prospect of going with Harry is almost too good to pass up.
Harry's got that handsome hero look. But Ron has that cute, sidekick look.
"Well choose already" says Ron impatiently.
"I uh…" Oh God this is too hard.
"Just say a name, Hermione" says Harry, kneeling down next to me and taking my hand. That-is-so-adorable! Ron turns red (awww) and follows suit, taking my other hand.
Everyone is the bloody common room is watching us now. Perfect, just what I need: more pressure. Harry or Ron? Ron or Harry?
I shut my eyes tightly and say a name.
A/N: Thanks for reading my story. There will be NO Chapter 2. Sorry. This is a kind of 'make up who you think she should say' stories. Feel free to tell me what you think in reviews!