A.N: This is a bit of mixture of bad grammar, Ron's thoughts and his conscience/voice(in his head). Might be a bit confusing, but rest assured that that is what I aimed for. This is probably set soon after the Yule Ball. =) Who said timing was essential. ehurm.
Disclaimer: Owns the following: shelf full of books, pair of glasses, numerous hats of varying sizes and colors, a teddybear, dangerous age-old reptile with sharp dangerous teeth, and a toothbrush. Sadly, does not own Harry Potter or any of the things associated with him. (J.K Rowling does)
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Ron's Ramlings
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I didn't mean to, you know. I tried to glue it back the next day. I felt a bit awful about it.
Problem is, I couldn't find it. Is like the whole arm just disappeared. Figured someone got away with it. Maybe it was Hermione who figured she'd pour some salt in the wounds and –
Alright, Ron. Don't be ridiculous. You are not mad at the girl. It's not her fault she was ensnared by the deceptive charm of that…that…big-browed Bulgarian top-notch seeker!
What charm, though, I ask myself.
I mean, sure, he's smart, isn't he? I can be smart. Oh, never smart enough to stay in the library when there's no need to – but I can be smart. Heck, I even tried to help Hermione catch up with her own busy smartness in third year, I mean with Buckbeak's case and all. Yeah, I can be smart.
And he's got those big eyebrows of his. Blimey, I bet he was to trim them once every week so that he won't have trouble using those eyes of his.
Snigger.
Alright, eyebrows. Not too charming, but I can do eyebrows. Sure. Just don't feel TOO up to plucking my own hair of me body with no real valid reason.
So where's the charm? 'Cause I figure that's all he got – seeker instincts, a bit of intelligence, and those eyebrows of his. Heh. I mean, all in all, Vicky's not too much of a catch.
And Hermione's smart. Perhaps she's got other motives. Like infiltrate the Durmstrang base and round up all the Death Eaters-to-be and make sure – naw, a bit farfetched, wouldn't you say?
So why Krum?
And why am I worrying? I trust Hermione, don't I? Trust her enough to remember whose business she ought to concern herself with. I trust her! She's got the brain of Einsten's mother! There wouldn't do something that wouldn't be appropriate…if you don't count all those times me and her have helped Harry out of some tight spots.
But still, why that blasted Krum?
Why couldn't it be me?
Bloody hell, I did not just think that! Take that back, you sorry excuse for a mind! It's not that I want to be in Krum's place – who'd want consort with that bickering know-it-all for an entire evening! The bloke must be mad. Or perhaps he's just so irreversibly smitten with her.
Like you.
Shut up!
Poor ickle Ronniekins, lost his little sweetheart to another bloke, and can't bear it.
She's not my sweetheart! And I didn't lose her – she was never mine in the first place, and if she was, I'd never lose her to that…eyebrow monster anyway. Not that I'd ever want to have her, I mean, she's like Percy, but ten times worse 'cos she's a girl. Like I said, never have, never lose. Not that that Krum would have a much better shot at it than me – he's just a monster, who thinks with his eyebrows –
Suffice to say, once Ron's incessant ramblings ceased, he did not go back to looking for the lost Bulgarian's seeker's arm – oh no – instead he retired to bed, lying awake for hours, his thoughts only on one sweet-tempered girl with a liking for books and a taste for library dust. Ron's feelings –
Did I not tell you to SHUT UP?
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A.N: A bit messy would you say? Review please!.