AN: I was lying in bed and had an idea for an interior monologue inside the head of Percy Ignatius Weasley as he tries to riddle out his feelings for a certain lady. I do not own Harry Potter or anything hereinafter.
Thank you in advance for reading
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Screwed:
There are certain things I have always admired about myself. I am exceedingly bright, dedicated, calm and collected. I see the goal and nothing can stop me from achieving it... until now. There is no way for me to achieve this goal. I have thought it through; I have analyzed all angles and come to the only solid conclusion: I am screwed.
You see the problem I face began many years ago. The problem has a name but I cannot say it just yet. Here is my problem, and here is why I cannot solve it:
Many years ago when I was a bright albeit naïve Head Boy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry I met a girl. She was lovely, goal oriented, a lot like myself. But she was young. I saw her as a juvenile, a junior who could not compete at my level. I saw her for nothing more than my brother's friend. She was not significant to my larger goal.
After graduation my goals clouded my judgment on familial values. I made choices for my career that I am not proud of. I am only thankful my family could forgive me. But I digress from my problem.
As the aftermath of the war allowed for second chances and reshaping not only the ministry but ourselves I grew close to my family again; or perhaps for the first time. My youngest brother Ron would visit with his girlfriend – who is now his fiancé – and old sparks of a life I previously ignored ignited. I would see the intelligence, the passion, the determination, the raw natural beauty. She aroused in me feelings I had yet to cherish in my twenty-five years. Yes, Hermione Granger is my equal. She is everything I need, want, dream!
Therefore we rest on the problem. I am in love with my brother's fiancé.
And I am screwed.