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Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, who is awesome by the way. But I thought up the plot.
Looking back, the past six years at Hogwarts had been filled with Ron's favorite experiences of his life. There was the winning of the life size Wizard Chess game, the time Gryffindor beat Slytherin, winning the Quidditch cup and Ron himself blocking the final attempt of a goal as the new Gryffindor Keeper, and of course Ron's great escape from the Malfoy Manor. However, these experiences would not be complete without his friends: the one and only Harry Potter, and the most brilliant mind Hogwarts (and Ron) had ever seen, Hermione Granger.
But as life follows a meandering road, so do life experiences, and friendships. This past summer, before their seventh and final year attending Hogwarts, the trio had gone in two different directions. While the slinky, blond Hermione and the dark, tall, mysterious Harry took the high road, Ron watched from the down below. It was an awkward situation, one which none of them expected.
The spring social was when it all began. The lucky Hermione was escorted by her two handsome dates down to the Great Hall, which twinkled with fairy dust. The new red carpet's contrast to the white fluffy dresses made the girl's skin glow with a radiance almost too brilliant for Draco Malfoy's sensitive eyes. He was twirling Parvati around the dance floor as the famous three made their entrance into the Great Hall with nods of approval from several first year students who were looking in Harry's direction.
As the three danced together, no partnering necessary, the excitement of their final year approaching bubbled inside of them. No worries in the air, Ron stepped out to grab some punch as Hermione and Harry chassed to the groove of the changing melody which grew slower. Ron stepped outside into the lily gardens to catch his breath after all that moving around. He found Neville sitting on a bench with the same idea.
"How's it going Neville?" questioned Ron, as he sat on the bench opposite from Neville.
"Oh, well, it was going great," exclaimed Neville, "until my date, Betsy Thanatwichalot, decided to make me dance. It was alright in the beginning until they started to do the electric slid and then, well I just lost control and kind of knocked over the desert table. Those pas de bourree steps can be tricky I tell ya!"
"Sure Neville," Ron answered with a little snicker.
"Professor Snape gave me a pretty nasty look so I decided to take it easy out here for awhile. Betsy is now just inside getting us some cake that didn't fall, and she's going to meet me out here afterwards."
"Fun stuff," Ron smiled.
"So, I bet your happy you got to come with Hermione." Neville said, looking up with a smirk.
"Uhh.ya.sure.I guess," answered Ron, trying to hid his inner feeling of blurting out "Yes!" at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, come on now Ron, we all know you've liked her since we were 4th years. It's too obvious. What I'm confused about is how she, the smartest person in the school, doesn't know and yet I do." Ron gave Neville a corky look, which turned to exasperation when Neville asked him, "So when are you going to tell her that you adore her? Come on Ron, it will be our last year at this school soon and you might not see her as much anymore after this. Why heck, if I've got a girlfriend, why can't you get one too! Go for it man."
Ron simply gazed at Neville for a time pondering his remark about girlfriends. It was true of course, Ron had never had a girlfriend, and Neville, the klutz about campus did. "Am I pathetic or what!" Ron thought to himself. Of course, in Ron's heart he was very happy for Neville for getting up the courage to ask Betsy out. "But how would I go about asking a friend out? I mean, don't you think it would be weird, especially for Harry. I don't want him to be in the middle of it all. He's my best friend, I simply can't hurt him like that."
"But Ron, its not like Harry likes Hermione. Don't you think if I know you like her, he does? Go for it Ron, your only torturing yourself for one more year if you don't ask her out now!" Neville beamed.
"I'll.I'll..I'll DO IT!" screamed Ron with as much excitement as nerves. "I'll do it right.right.right now, before I get to squeamish about it."
"That's my home dog!"
"What did you call me?"
"Home dog, you know like that guy on the muggle TV show, American Idol. Oh, never mind, just go!"
Ron leaped with joy out of the garden and into the Great Hall. He scrambled around the perimeter of the Great Hall in search of Hermione. He couldn't see her near the food or by Lavender. "Where is she," Ron thought, "I'm not going to be able to do this soon." Then suddenly Ron turned and saw the back of Hermione's big bushy hair in the middle of the dance floor. As he started to creep up on her, Hermione turned sideways bringing Harry along with her. There they were, his two best friends, face to face, smack up against each other, kissing. Ron's eyes widened. The denial was followed be grief and then anger. As he stomped outside to go to the garden, in search of the brain behind this ingenious plan to ask her out, he found Neville kissing Betsy. He turned back around, eyes lowered. "What was this," Ron thought, "the pre-planned kissing event of the night? Has everyone gone mad? Am I the only one without a girlfriend? Is it all a dream? How could my Hermione, my one and only Hermione, be wrapped in the arms of that "best friend," Mr. know-it-all-does-it-all? How.......NOOOO!!!!"
These questions consumed the mind of Ron Weasley all throughout the summer. Though he got letters from his friends and replied, "Oh I'm having a great time at the Burrow," his heart felt as if it had been whipped, like butter.
The meandering road was what caused such great confusion Ron's life. By the end of the summer Ron's rage had engrossed his soul to the point that he plotted to seek revenge on this Harry Potter. "But first, oh yes, first I will do nothing, yes, pretend you are all well, Ron," he thought to himself, "torture them with silence, let them feel badly, then, and only then will you make your move." But as Ron put on his first acting debut, as the loving friend of Harry and Hermione the next day on the Hogwarts Express, his heart could not take the pain and he excused himself to the bathroom as a tear splattered onto the floor as he ran.
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling, who is awesome by the way. But I thought up the plot.
Looking back, the past six years at Hogwarts had been filled with Ron's favorite experiences of his life. There was the winning of the life size Wizard Chess game, the time Gryffindor beat Slytherin, winning the Quidditch cup and Ron himself blocking the final attempt of a goal as the new Gryffindor Keeper, and of course Ron's great escape from the Malfoy Manor. However, these experiences would not be complete without his friends: the one and only Harry Potter, and the most brilliant mind Hogwarts (and Ron) had ever seen, Hermione Granger.
But as life follows a meandering road, so do life experiences, and friendships. This past summer, before their seventh and final year attending Hogwarts, the trio had gone in two different directions. While the slinky, blond Hermione and the dark, tall, mysterious Harry took the high road, Ron watched from the down below. It was an awkward situation, one which none of them expected.
The spring social was when it all began. The lucky Hermione was escorted by her two handsome dates down to the Great Hall, which twinkled with fairy dust. The new red carpet's contrast to the white fluffy dresses made the girl's skin glow with a radiance almost too brilliant for Draco Malfoy's sensitive eyes. He was twirling Parvati around the dance floor as the famous three made their entrance into the Great Hall with nods of approval from several first year students who were looking in Harry's direction.
As the three danced together, no partnering necessary, the excitement of their final year approaching bubbled inside of them. No worries in the air, Ron stepped out to grab some punch as Hermione and Harry chassed to the groove of the changing melody which grew slower. Ron stepped outside into the lily gardens to catch his breath after all that moving around. He found Neville sitting on a bench with the same idea.
"How's it going Neville?" questioned Ron, as he sat on the bench opposite from Neville.
"Oh, well, it was going great," exclaimed Neville, "until my date, Betsy Thanatwichalot, decided to make me dance. It was alright in the beginning until they started to do the electric slid and then, well I just lost control and kind of knocked over the desert table. Those pas de bourree steps can be tricky I tell ya!"
"Sure Neville," Ron answered with a little snicker.
"Professor Snape gave me a pretty nasty look so I decided to take it easy out here for awhile. Betsy is now just inside getting us some cake that didn't fall, and she's going to meet me out here afterwards."
"Fun stuff," Ron smiled.
"So, I bet your happy you got to come with Hermione." Neville said, looking up with a smirk.
"Uhh.ya.sure.I guess," answered Ron, trying to hid his inner feeling of blurting out "Yes!" at the top of his lungs.
"Oh, come on now Ron, we all know you've liked her since we were 4th years. It's too obvious. What I'm confused about is how she, the smartest person in the school, doesn't know and yet I do." Ron gave Neville a corky look, which turned to exasperation when Neville asked him, "So when are you going to tell her that you adore her? Come on Ron, it will be our last year at this school soon and you might not see her as much anymore after this. Why heck, if I've got a girlfriend, why can't you get one too! Go for it man."
Ron simply gazed at Neville for a time pondering his remark about girlfriends. It was true of course, Ron had never had a girlfriend, and Neville, the klutz about campus did. "Am I pathetic or what!" Ron thought to himself. Of course, in Ron's heart he was very happy for Neville for getting up the courage to ask Betsy out. "But how would I go about asking a friend out? I mean, don't you think it would be weird, especially for Harry. I don't want him to be in the middle of it all. He's my best friend, I simply can't hurt him like that."
"But Ron, its not like Harry likes Hermione. Don't you think if I know you like her, he does? Go for it Ron, your only torturing yourself for one more year if you don't ask her out now!" Neville beamed.
"I'll.I'll..I'll DO IT!" screamed Ron with as much excitement as nerves. "I'll do it right.right.right now, before I get to squeamish about it."
"That's my home dog!"
"What did you call me?"
"Home dog, you know like that guy on the muggle TV show, American Idol. Oh, never mind, just go!"
Ron leaped with joy out of the garden and into the Great Hall. He scrambled around the perimeter of the Great Hall in search of Hermione. He couldn't see her near the food or by Lavender. "Where is she," Ron thought, "I'm not going to be able to do this soon." Then suddenly Ron turned and saw the back of Hermione's big bushy hair in the middle of the dance floor. As he started to creep up on her, Hermione turned sideways bringing Harry along with her. There they were, his two best friends, face to face, smack up against each other, kissing. Ron's eyes widened. The denial was followed be grief and then anger. As he stomped outside to go to the garden, in search of the brain behind this ingenious plan to ask her out, he found Neville kissing Betsy. He turned back around, eyes lowered. "What was this," Ron thought, "the pre-planned kissing event of the night? Has everyone gone mad? Am I the only one without a girlfriend? Is it all a dream? How could my Hermione, my one and only Hermione, be wrapped in the arms of that "best friend," Mr. know-it-all-does-it-all? How.......NOOOO!!!!"
These questions consumed the mind of Ron Weasley all throughout the summer. Though he got letters from his friends and replied, "Oh I'm having a great time at the Burrow," his heart felt as if it had been whipped, like butter.
The meandering road was what caused such great confusion Ron's life. By the end of the summer Ron's rage had engrossed his soul to the point that he plotted to seek revenge on this Harry Potter. "But first, oh yes, first I will do nothing, yes, pretend you are all well, Ron," he thought to himself, "torture them with silence, let them feel badly, then, and only then will you make your move." But as Ron put on his first acting debut, as the loving friend of Harry and Hermione the next day on the Hogwarts Express, his heart could not take the pain and he excused himself to the bathroom as a tear splattered onto the floor as he ran.