Disclaimer: It all belongs to the goddess JKR, except the boring plot,
and if she really wants it, she can have it.

The Epiphanies of Ron Weasley
By: Nikalee



Ron awoke with a start, shaking off a dream he was already starting to
forget. He had an uneasy feeling, however, that there had a been a girl
with bushy hair in it. Which was, of course, ridiculous. Why would he,
Ron Weasley, be dreaming of Hermione? Hermione who probably was, at this
very moment, gallivanting around Bulgaria with that slimy git, Vicky.
What would a world famous 18 year old Quidditch player want with someone
so much younger than him? Hermione was smart, sure, but there was
nothing really all that special about her. Ron suddenly had a mental
vision of how her brown eyes glowed when she was particularly excited
about something, usually another essay in which she got 151%.
He shook his head, as if perhaps shaking it would rid him of the
strange and abnormal thoughts he'd been having about Hermione since the
Yule Ball. He shook his head again. What abnormal thoughts? He didn't
have abnormal thoughts. About Hermione. Ever.
There were more important things to worry about right now, anyway.
Such as Harry. Ron had never been as worried about Harry as he was now.
They'd been home from Hogwarts for almost two weeks, and Ron had not
heard from him at all. He had asked his mum just yesterday, and all she
had (rather snappishly, Ron thought) was that Dumbledore knew best and
that Harry was perfectly safe. Those horrible Muggles he stayed with had
probably hid his letters or something. Ron resolved to send Pig out
again as soon as possible.
Sitting up in bed, Ron realized he'd been awake THINKING for
something like five minutes. Why was he thinking when he should be
eating? He was a growing boy after all. Harry would just have to wait
until after breakfast. And Hermione-he would just stop thinking about
her at all.
It wasn't as if he LIKED her or anything....


A/N Alright, I know this is short and pretty lousy, it's my first
attempt at fanfiction. Bear with me, if you can, I haven't written
since I was in elementary school, but I've been inspired to do so by
everyone else's wonderful stories here. Any comments are welcome, heck,
even flames are welcome, because then I would know that someone is
paying attention.