She was, she IS, a passionate writer. She writes in ways unforeseen to me,
even now, when I read; I have no idea what is going on. Hermione is a love-
struck hurricane on paper, finding new ways to express one's love, forming
painted obsessions on paper, delighting when one of her goddamn characters
realized he or she is in Love!
But why can't she see the love that is before her right this very instant! The greatest love story in her life is right before her and she won't lift her eyes from her typewriter to notice it! If love weren't so fated I would forget about her right here and right now. I don't need love to live, I don't need love to live, I don't need love to love…
Sobbing like only a boy feverly in love can, Ron cast his temple against the softness of the pillow on "their" couch, the couch where they shared their first kiss (oh to remember that kiss), where they would reminisce about the past and think up plans for the future.
The future. He thought almost bitterly. What has become of my future now?
His older brothers had all found their love and moved on, without a backwards glance. His best friend of too many years to count, Harry Potter, even he had found love-even if it rested in the most unlikely of places.
Despite his burning tears, Ron smiled.
Harry Potter. Who right about now would probably be in a Slytherin bedchamber, although that was strictly against the rules.
Harry Potter. Who had found love in the one person whom he had hated for six years.
My friend, you have no idea how lucky you are.
But why can't she see the love that is before her right this very instant! The greatest love story in her life is right before her and she won't lift her eyes from her typewriter to notice it! If love weren't so fated I would forget about her right here and right now. I don't need love to live, I don't need love to live, I don't need love to love…
Sobbing like only a boy feverly in love can, Ron cast his temple against the softness of the pillow on "their" couch, the couch where they shared their first kiss (oh to remember that kiss), where they would reminisce about the past and think up plans for the future.
The future. He thought almost bitterly. What has become of my future now?
His older brothers had all found their love and moved on, without a backwards glance. His best friend of too many years to count, Harry Potter, even he had found love-even if it rested in the most unlikely of places.
Despite his burning tears, Ron smiled.
Harry Potter. Who right about now would probably be in a Slytherin bedchamber, although that was strictly against the rules.
Harry Potter. Who had found love in the one person whom he had hated for six years.
My friend, you have no idea how lucky you are.