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Rowling.
A/N: This is my first story. I hope I'll get reviews so that I can improve the story! Thanks (
"ARGH!!" Ron yelled for the millionth time in the past hour. Ron was really frustrated. He was trying to write a love letter to Hermione. He just couldn't take it anymore. He had to confess his love to Hermione.
Dear Hermione, You have sparkly eyes that sparkle like the stars at night. I love you. I love everything about you. The way you walk, the way you smile - STOP!
"What am I trying to do?? Scare her??" muttered Ron. He crumbled the paper into a ball and threw it into the basket .He missed and it landed on the floor. Sighing, he took another parchment and started writing again.
Dear Hermione, I have a crush on you. I hope you feel the same way too. I want us to be more than just friends. I watch you everyday and night. I can't get enough of you, Mione. Say you'll be mine?
"ARGH! This is not going to work! She's gonna think that I'm a stalker or something(which was quite true. Ron was stalking Hermione all semester)," Ron yelled again. *knock*knock* "Ron! Is something wrong??" Mrs Weasley's worried voice came from outside Ron's room. "I'm fine mom! Scabbers bit me." answered Ron. "Alright then. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes!" she yelled again. "I'll be down soon!"
'Acc-' Ron forgot that he wasn't allowed to use magic when he was outside school. He went to his deck and quickly kept his photo albums (which consisted of pictures of Hermione). Then he took the photo frame with Hermione's picture in it and buried it under his pillows.
"Fred! George! Will you boys ever behave yourselves??" Mrs Weasley scolded the weasley twins. The twins sniggered. Ron sat down next to his sister Ginny. "Is dad coming home from dinner?" Ron asked. "Nope, dad's working late today." On the table, there were mashed potatoes, roasted chicken and his mom's special chili. Ron suddenly felt famished. It's been a long time since he tasted his mother's cooking. Hogwarts food is wonderful but it's still not as great as his mom's cooking. "Mmm... Thif if *chomp* good!" "Ron! Your food is flying all over the place. It's disgusting!" scolded Ginny. Fred and George looked at each other and smiled. They started stuffing their mouth with food. "Finny! Lwook af ufs," they both said in unison. Ginny looked at them and stared in horror. They were eating with their mouths wide open. "MOM!" she looked at Mrs. Weasley. "Boys!" "Okay, okay. We were just having a little fun!" said George. Ron didn't say anything throughout dinner. His mind was on Hermione again.
After dessert (blueberry pudding), Ron ran up to his room again. His room was filled with crushed parchment. "I better get rid of this mess before mom finds out," Ron said aloud. He collected all the parchments and shoved them under the bed. Ron sat down and started thinking again. He wasn't good at this love letter writing thing. He needed someone to help him. "Who do I know that is good at this kind of stuff?" Ron thought. He thought of Harry but he knew that Harry was as hopeless as he was. "GINNY!!" he yelled. Of course! Why didn't he think of it earlier?
A/N: This is my first story. I hope I'll get reviews so that I can improve the story! Thanks (
"ARGH!!" Ron yelled for the millionth time in the past hour. Ron was really frustrated. He was trying to write a love letter to Hermione. He just couldn't take it anymore. He had to confess his love to Hermione.
Dear Hermione, You have sparkly eyes that sparkle like the stars at night. I love you. I love everything about you. The way you walk, the way you smile - STOP!
"What am I trying to do?? Scare her??" muttered Ron. He crumbled the paper into a ball and threw it into the basket .He missed and it landed on the floor. Sighing, he took another parchment and started writing again.
Dear Hermione, I have a crush on you. I hope you feel the same way too. I want us to be more than just friends. I watch you everyday and night. I can't get enough of you, Mione. Say you'll be mine?
"ARGH! This is not going to work! She's gonna think that I'm a stalker or something(which was quite true. Ron was stalking Hermione all semester)," Ron yelled again. *knock*knock* "Ron! Is something wrong??" Mrs Weasley's worried voice came from outside Ron's room. "I'm fine mom! Scabbers bit me." answered Ron. "Alright then. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes!" she yelled again. "I'll be down soon!"
'Acc-' Ron forgot that he wasn't allowed to use magic when he was outside school. He went to his deck and quickly kept his photo albums (which consisted of pictures of Hermione). Then he took the photo frame with Hermione's picture in it and buried it under his pillows.
"Fred! George! Will you boys ever behave yourselves??" Mrs Weasley scolded the weasley twins. The twins sniggered. Ron sat down next to his sister Ginny. "Is dad coming home from dinner?" Ron asked. "Nope, dad's working late today." On the table, there were mashed potatoes, roasted chicken and his mom's special chili. Ron suddenly felt famished. It's been a long time since he tasted his mother's cooking. Hogwarts food is wonderful but it's still not as great as his mom's cooking. "Mmm... Thif if *chomp* good!" "Ron! Your food is flying all over the place. It's disgusting!" scolded Ginny. Fred and George looked at each other and smiled. They started stuffing their mouth with food. "Finny! Lwook af ufs," they both said in unison. Ginny looked at them and stared in horror. They were eating with their mouths wide open. "MOM!" she looked at Mrs. Weasley. "Boys!" "Okay, okay. We were just having a little fun!" said George. Ron didn't say anything throughout dinner. His mind was on Hermione again.
After dessert (blueberry pudding), Ron ran up to his room again. His room was filled with crushed parchment. "I better get rid of this mess before mom finds out," Ron said aloud. He collected all the parchments and shoved them under the bed. Ron sat down and started thinking again. He wasn't good at this love letter writing thing. He needed someone to help him. "Who do I know that is good at this kind of stuff?" Ron thought. He thought of Harry but he knew that Harry was as hopeless as he was. "GINNY!!" he yelled. Of course! Why didn't he think of it earlier?