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only own the plot.
A/N: I'm sorry if this doesn't show up in paragraph form, I don't know why it does that.maybe it'll work this time! Anyway, hope you like it, please review, I love reviewers hint hint. Enjoy and merry Christmas!
Hermione pressed her face against the cold window of her dormitory, watching the snow fall. She had read once that each snowflake is unique, completely different from all others. Somehow, thinking of that always gave her comfort. She knew that no matter how many people she might meet, she would never meet anyone exactly like herself.
She would never meet anyone exactly like Ron either. Oh, she might meet other boys that had flaming red hair and a lopsided grin. She might meet other boys with Ron's hazel eyes that betrayed exactly what he was feeling, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. But she would never meet a boy that made her go weak in the knees and fumble for words to say. She would never meet anyone exactly like Ron.
Sometimes, Hermione wondered what she saw in him. What was there that was so special? Why did she stutter when she was around him? It wasn't as if she was ever lacking in things to say. And why, oh why, did she accept Viktor Krum's invitation to the ball?
Because she knew he would never feel the same way about her. Because she knew that there wasn't anything special about her bushy brown hair and big mouth. Because she knew she had already made too many mistakes with Ron for him to ever love her. But still, she dreamed.
She dreamt her way through the Yule Ball. Every time she danced with Viktor, she pretended that she was floating in Ron's arms. Every time Viktor said her name, she imagined that it was Ron's voice. But it wasn't, and the sight of him sitting with Padma Patil brought her back to reality.
And she couldn't pretend, couldn't for one minute dream, when Ron yelled at her. And she couldn't hold herself back, for one instant, from replying harshly. And though she regretted it later, Hermione knew she couldn't redo it. And so she satisfied herself, again, with dreaming.
All through Christmas Eve, she dreamt, not of sugar plums, but of her, and Ron, and when she woke up, she felt tears on her cheeks. Because she knew that the one gift she wanted would never be given to her. And she would have to always be content with dreaming.
A/N: I'm sorry if this doesn't show up in paragraph form, I don't know why it does that.maybe it'll work this time! Anyway, hope you like it, please review, I love reviewers hint hint. Enjoy and merry Christmas!
Hermione pressed her face against the cold window of her dormitory, watching the snow fall. She had read once that each snowflake is unique, completely different from all others. Somehow, thinking of that always gave her comfort. She knew that no matter how many people she might meet, she would never meet anyone exactly like herself.
She would never meet anyone exactly like Ron either. Oh, she might meet other boys that had flaming red hair and a lopsided grin. She might meet other boys with Ron's hazel eyes that betrayed exactly what he was feeling, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. But she would never meet a boy that made her go weak in the knees and fumble for words to say. She would never meet anyone exactly like Ron.
Sometimes, Hermione wondered what she saw in him. What was there that was so special? Why did she stutter when she was around him? It wasn't as if she was ever lacking in things to say. And why, oh why, did she accept Viktor Krum's invitation to the ball?
Because she knew he would never feel the same way about her. Because she knew that there wasn't anything special about her bushy brown hair and big mouth. Because she knew she had already made too many mistakes with Ron for him to ever love her. But still, she dreamed.
She dreamt her way through the Yule Ball. Every time she danced with Viktor, she pretended that she was floating in Ron's arms. Every time Viktor said her name, she imagined that it was Ron's voice. But it wasn't, and the sight of him sitting with Padma Patil brought her back to reality.
And she couldn't pretend, couldn't for one minute dream, when Ron yelled at her. And she couldn't hold herself back, for one instant, from replying harshly. And though she regretted it later, Hermione knew she couldn't redo it. And so she satisfied herself, again, with dreaming.
All through Christmas Eve, she dreamt, not of sugar plums, but of her, and Ron, and when she woke up, she felt tears on her cheeks. Because she knew that the one gift she wanted would never be given to her. And she would have to always be content with dreaming.
