A/N hello! this is my first fan fic, this is the first chapter and I would love to kno what you think, much love! (PS, unsuprisingy I do not own harry Potter)
Honey? Honey can you hear me? A voice I knew as well, maybe even better than my own, engulfed my senses. It was the sound of comfort, love and honesty. It was the only solid, continuous thing I knew right now. The sound of her coursed through every ounce of my body, leaving a warm glow in its place. There was only one thing that could leave me feeling so peaceful and happy. That was the sound of Hermione's voice. She wriggled her perfect features into a look of frustration. "You haven't eaten your peas Ronald! And your bedroom is still so untidy! Ginny tidied hers hours ago, right after I told her to!" Hermione had somehow morphed into a furious version of his mother, brown frizzy hair into aged and faded red hair, youthful hazel eyes into ages blue eyes, eyes that had seen a lot. His father sidled up to his mother and slipped a hand round her waist, "you really will have to do better Ron". His father flicked his ginger hair to the side slightly; just under it was the thin lightning bolt shaped scar. One that was almost as famous as its owner's name. A gush of fury pulsed through his veins, before he knew what was happening he was ripping his father's hand off his mother's waist. They just laughed and embraced quickly. As they did so their skin fell away and left a laughing picture of his best friends, Harry and Hermione. They were touching each other in a way that showed how much they were in love. The just looked so... happy. He felt desperately envious but could not summon the energy to become angry again. He merely watched them laughing and talking; completely unaware of his existence. He wanted to sneak away unnoticed. His heart breaking in two he crept away, into the arms of darkness. With only pain to greet him.
Ron jerked awake. His red hair matted with perspiration. He panted as he fought the bedclothes that surrounded him. Once he had struggled enough to release him from the damp bed clothes he lay exhausted for a while, staring up at the ceiling, trying hard not to think about his dream.
That dream had scared him horribly, it was like everything he was unsure about had come up in that dream and had purposely mocked, even tormented him. How could his own thoughts and imagination do that do him? You were supposed to dream about eating a chocolate cake the size if Mount Everest and winning the Quiditch world cup. Weird things like that, not all the people you loved being twisted and deformed into horrors and sucking on all the insecurities you had. Ron sighed as he realised the times for dreaming about chocolate and unicorns were behind him. He braced himself for the time ahead of him spent dreaming about teenage things, especially girls. One girl, a little voice in his head said, just one girl. The one with frizzy brown hair, a laugh that made his stomach flip, especially when he was the one to cause her laughter. The girl with hazel eyes that were so deep you felt you could look straight into her heart, the eyes that were so loving, so full of empathy and understanding. Those eyes with their honey coloured flecks, cared. That girl who loved the smell of books and parchment, and the smell of freshly mown grass. One girl, just one.
Ron swept out of bed and steeled his gaze. He resolved to always protect and love that one girl. To make her happy, and make her feel the same way. Starting now. He may not have all the answers but he did know this: he needed that girl. She was everything to him. He promised to himself he would spend all the time he could being with her and trying to make her feel the same way. Because... He loved her with all his heart.
A/N not a very long chapter i know, but there are more on the way! some constructive critisism is always welcome so please review x
