(a/n) I am writing this after I saw Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets
for the third time. I am extremely and sickly obsessed with Rupert Grint, I
love him to death.So, I decided to write this. It's my first fic, so
please, read and review, but no flames! Constructive Criticism only! Thanks
a bunch!
This takes place at the beginning of the summer after their 5th year.
Disclaimer: I am not the amazing goddess that is J.K. Rowling, because if I were the 5th book would already be out! One can only hope.so I own nothing.
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I sat on my window seat and watched the rain pour down, but I wasn't really seeing it, I wasn't hearing the rain slap on the glass and the low rumble of thunder in the distance. My mind was elsewhere.my mind was on someone tall, someone with red hair and ocean blue eyes. Someone I have loved since I was 12 years old, although I didn't know it was love. Three guesses who, and the first three don't count.
Of course, I am talking about Ron Weasley. We had another fight, just before school ended. I can't even believe I let the year finish without apologizing to him.
We had finally admitted our feelings to each other in early October. Things had been wonderful since then. Until that night in May, when it all came crashing in on me.
Things had been tense for weeks, what with the war and the constant danger Harry was in. Not to mention our O.W.L.'s, we were all just under a lot of stress. I had actually started to believe I didn't love him anymore. I was about to tell him that I thought we needed a break, and as I look back now I realize I would have been lying to not only him but myself as well if I had said that. But I never got to.
I had been depressed all week, over my decision and also because I always heard people talking about Ron and I, heard them wondering what he saw in me because it wasn't as if I was exceptionally beautiful. This week, it just happened to get to me, after I heard some Slytherin girls discussing how horrid they thought I was.
Later that night, Ron and I were alone together in the Library [Prefect's privileges.]. I told him what I had overheard, and as I began to cry, he proceeded to wrap his arms around me and whisper: "Don't ever say that. You're so beautiful."
I didn't know how I felt at first. I began to cry harder still. I was angry, angry with him for saying it when it was already too late. I wasn't sure how to feel. Did I still love him? I had been sure I didn't, not anymore.
In a confused wave of anger, I fled from the Library and locked myself in the girls' dormitories. I haven't talked to Ron since.
It's been two weeks since the end of the school year, and I miss him terribly. It took me one day of not even being able to look at him to realize I was still head-over-heels in love with him.
I can't take it anymore. I grab some parchment and a quill and scribble a hurried letter to him.
"Dear Ron,
I'm so sorry for everything.I can't explain why I did what I did, not now. But soon. I love you so much. I can't live without you. Please, say you'll have me back. I need you. I have nothing without you.
Love from, Hermione"
I tie it to the owl, Midnight, my parents bought me as an end-of-term present. As I watch it fly of into the stormy night, I feel a sense of happiness shining through my depression.
Everything is going to be okay.
This takes place at the beginning of the summer after their 5th year.
Disclaimer: I am not the amazing goddess that is J.K. Rowling, because if I were the 5th book would already be out! One can only hope.so I own nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I sat on my window seat and watched the rain pour down, but I wasn't really seeing it, I wasn't hearing the rain slap on the glass and the low rumble of thunder in the distance. My mind was elsewhere.my mind was on someone tall, someone with red hair and ocean blue eyes. Someone I have loved since I was 12 years old, although I didn't know it was love. Three guesses who, and the first three don't count.
Of course, I am talking about Ron Weasley. We had another fight, just before school ended. I can't even believe I let the year finish without apologizing to him.
We had finally admitted our feelings to each other in early October. Things had been wonderful since then. Until that night in May, when it all came crashing in on me.
Things had been tense for weeks, what with the war and the constant danger Harry was in. Not to mention our O.W.L.'s, we were all just under a lot of stress. I had actually started to believe I didn't love him anymore. I was about to tell him that I thought we needed a break, and as I look back now I realize I would have been lying to not only him but myself as well if I had said that. But I never got to.
I had been depressed all week, over my decision and also because I always heard people talking about Ron and I, heard them wondering what he saw in me because it wasn't as if I was exceptionally beautiful. This week, it just happened to get to me, after I heard some Slytherin girls discussing how horrid they thought I was.
Later that night, Ron and I were alone together in the Library [Prefect's privileges.]. I told him what I had overheard, and as I began to cry, he proceeded to wrap his arms around me and whisper: "Don't ever say that. You're so beautiful."
I didn't know how I felt at first. I began to cry harder still. I was angry, angry with him for saying it when it was already too late. I wasn't sure how to feel. Did I still love him? I had been sure I didn't, not anymore.
In a confused wave of anger, I fled from the Library and locked myself in the girls' dormitories. I haven't talked to Ron since.
It's been two weeks since the end of the school year, and I miss him terribly. It took me one day of not even being able to look at him to realize I was still head-over-heels in love with him.
I can't take it anymore. I grab some parchment and a quill and scribble a hurried letter to him.
"Dear Ron,
I'm so sorry for everything.I can't explain why I did what I did, not now. But soon. I love you so much. I can't live without you. Please, say you'll have me back. I need you. I have nothing without you.
Love from, Hermione"
I tie it to the owl, Midnight, my parents bought me as an end-of-term present. As I watch it fly of into the stormy night, I feel a sense of happiness shining through my depression.
Everything is going to be okay.
