Title: Head Over Heels
Rating: K
Author: the-gothic-furby
AN: Me and Peachblossom19 are trying to populate the less used pairings in Operation: Put-stuff-on-the-fanfiction-boards-noones-done-before. So, for all you Ron/Padma fans out there…Here is Head Over Heels
-Furby
I see him in class, sleeping or spying on Granger's paper and see the way his cute nose crinkles for an instant when he hears something he doesn't understand, and he looks so…well…Ronish.
I see him in the hallways, carrying Granger's bag along with his own, and I figure he must be charming and considerate.
I see him when I sneak in the Gryffindor Common Room to visit my sister, and he's bent over some parchment, a look of concentration on his face as he struggles to complete his essay, and I just want to go over to him and help.
I am afraid he has fallen for Hermione. The way he looks at her through breakfast, lunch, and dinner, the way he carries her bag for her to class, the way he laughs when he's around her. He's never shown as much interest in me as in her, and it hurts so much.
Sure, he's looked at me that way once or twice, laughed with me once, but the only time I can remember him showing any interest in me was in the D.A. meetings. I'd fight with Parvati and Lavender beforehand on who would get to sit next to him while Harry gave the introduction. He'd look at me, smile politely, and look back at Harry. He never did that for Lavender and Parvati…or maybe I'm just imagining.
I tried to show him I was interested when he got back from the merpeople. He just tried to make sure I still liked him if he told wild stories. He didn't realize I had an unbearable crush on him.
The Yule Ball, the Yule Ball Harry had gotten him to go. He was in these awful robes, and I couldn't have thought he was handsomer. He never danced with me, and was rude the whole night, but he was fourteen. Now he's sixteen, he should've changed, right?
He and Lavender are dating, and I hate her for it. Always talking about her "Won-Won" and telling him, "Pav and Pad aren't all that supportive right now, but I wove yoooo!" and then giggling. She brags about him to us in the dorms when I come for visits, and makes me help her with her hair before Hogsmeade weekends. But she's going to get nothing out of it. They're going to break up. I see it. Because Ronald loves that Granger girl, I can see it in his eyes when he looks at her. I wish he looked at me that way, but he won't. He just won't, and that's what troubles me.
I hate him for not noticing me staring at him in the halls. I hate him for not doing anything to show he cares. I shouldn't be counting the times we've talked on a parchment under my pillow, and I shouldn't be seething with fury every time he hugs the Granger girl. I don't want to love him, but I can't help it. I am Head Over Heels for Ronald Weasley. And there's nothing I can do about it.