A/N:As I'm sure you know the drill by now, I own nothing, that darling
genius of a woman owns all of it, the characters, the setting, the whole
basic idea.runs off crying
I have to warn you, this is my first fic, please be gentle.
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"Stu-pid-Krum. Thinks-he's-so-great. I'll-show-him!" With each syllable Ron Weasley punched his already battered pillow. "How-come-every-one-likes-him-so-much?!" That was the question that had been playing on his mind since the previous June. Or, more to the point why did Hermione like him so much? "He's just so stupid and clumsy and stupid and-and-and-he's-just-urgh!! I mean he can't even pronounce her name right!!!"
And then Ron heard that ever present and yet ever annoying voice coming from the very back of is head. The voice that was only annoying because it spoke the truth. And this occasion was no different.
:Why should you care?: "Because-because-cos-cos-sh-she could do better. Yeah, way better. Why be with him when she could be with-" :With?: "S-someone that makes her happy" :Well she seemed pretty happy with him if you ask me.: "Well I didn't!!!! And you can just-" :Look stop being so stroppy and put your happy face on, they'll be here soon: "Fine! Just so long as she doesn't mention her darling Vicky." :There's a good chap: "Don't call me that!!" :Let's not have this argument again: "If I want to argue then I-" "Ron! They're here!"
His mother's voice carrying up to his bedroom cut Ron's conversation with himself short. Vowing to take up the argument with his inner self again later, Ron bounded down the stairs of his home to welcome his two best friends.
Upon seeing the tousled black head of the famous Harry Potter, Ron jumped the last three stairs and commenced their own 'manly' form of greeting. This involved a large amount of back slapping in a very unique sort of hug. When they were both completely satisfied with sufficiently stinging backs, Ron swallowed any angry words or questions he had and turned to Hermione, smiling and ready to give her a similar though perhaps more gentle and distanced greeting.
But as soon as he saw her face he stopped. She was smiling at Mrs Weasley chattering away rapidly about her holidays her parents and various other things. She looked to every other person present as if she was in high spirits, 'in top form' as Harry Had put it just a moment ago. But Ron felt that her lips looked as if they were being forced painfully into that smile, and the smile didn't reach her eyes the way it usually did, they didn't have that sparkle that came whenever she was happy. Now they were dull and in them Ron was sure that he could see in them some far off look of pain.
Hermione turned to him, smiling that same slightly pained smile and said in an overly brisk manner, "Hello Ron! I hope you did that extra work on Charms over the past month, I'm certain that we'll need it in the coming year!" She said no more and walked past him, carrying her bag to Ginny's room.
"Like I said, top form!" declared Harry jerking Ron back from his thoughts, "C'mon I have got to show you this new technique I've been working on for the new Quiddich season. It works okay in theory and I've been itching to try it out." "Right, let's see it then!" Ron followed Harry out to the garden dismissing his suspicions about Hermione as his imagination. "If Harry didn't notice anything, I'm sure there's nothing wrong. He knows her just as well as I do." :Hmmm. :
I have to warn you, this is my first fic, please be gentle.
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"Stu-pid-Krum. Thinks-he's-so-great. I'll-show-him!" With each syllable Ron Weasley punched his already battered pillow. "How-come-every-one-likes-him-so-much?!" That was the question that had been playing on his mind since the previous June. Or, more to the point why did Hermione like him so much? "He's just so stupid and clumsy and stupid and-and-and-he's-just-urgh!! I mean he can't even pronounce her name right!!!"
And then Ron heard that ever present and yet ever annoying voice coming from the very back of is head. The voice that was only annoying because it spoke the truth. And this occasion was no different.
:Why should you care?: "Because-because-cos-cos-sh-she could do better. Yeah, way better. Why be with him when she could be with-" :With?: "S-someone that makes her happy" :Well she seemed pretty happy with him if you ask me.: "Well I didn't!!!! And you can just-" :Look stop being so stroppy and put your happy face on, they'll be here soon: "Fine! Just so long as she doesn't mention her darling Vicky." :There's a good chap: "Don't call me that!!" :Let's not have this argument again: "If I want to argue then I-" "Ron! They're here!"
His mother's voice carrying up to his bedroom cut Ron's conversation with himself short. Vowing to take up the argument with his inner self again later, Ron bounded down the stairs of his home to welcome his two best friends.
Upon seeing the tousled black head of the famous Harry Potter, Ron jumped the last three stairs and commenced their own 'manly' form of greeting. This involved a large amount of back slapping in a very unique sort of hug. When they were both completely satisfied with sufficiently stinging backs, Ron swallowed any angry words or questions he had and turned to Hermione, smiling and ready to give her a similar though perhaps more gentle and distanced greeting.
But as soon as he saw her face he stopped. She was smiling at Mrs Weasley chattering away rapidly about her holidays her parents and various other things. She looked to every other person present as if she was in high spirits, 'in top form' as Harry Had put it just a moment ago. But Ron felt that her lips looked as if they were being forced painfully into that smile, and the smile didn't reach her eyes the way it usually did, they didn't have that sparkle that came whenever she was happy. Now they were dull and in them Ron was sure that he could see in them some far off look of pain.
Hermione turned to him, smiling that same slightly pained smile and said in an overly brisk manner, "Hello Ron! I hope you did that extra work on Charms over the past month, I'm certain that we'll need it in the coming year!" She said no more and walked past him, carrying her bag to Ginny's room.
"Like I said, top form!" declared Harry jerking Ron back from his thoughts, "C'mon I have got to show you this new technique I've been working on for the new Quiddich season. It works okay in theory and I've been itching to try it out." "Right, let's see it then!" Ron followed Harry out to the garden dismissing his suspicions about Hermione as his imagination. "If Harry didn't notice anything, I'm sure there's nothing wrong. He knows her just as well as I do." :Hmmm. :