Through the Eyes of Ron
Prologue
There I was lying next to the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Actually, she was my world; I breathed, ate, and slept her. I considered myself wealthy, but not with galleons, knuts, or sickles, but with love. She giggled.
"Oh Ron," she said whispering in my ear. "Your such a romantic, prat." And for some reason, those two words would have never gone together (if you know what I mean) if she hadn't said them. The etherealness of it all, however made me feel all tingly inside. I was on top of the world, and I, Ronald Weasley wasn't being handed down seconds, I was actually the first.
I looked down at her as she lied now on my chest, with her hair in every place, but not exactly covering everything. Her flawless features were visible, which always for some reason made my stomach lurch, I loved looking at her. She was a priceless item and I would die, literally, if she were dared to be sold. When our eyes met, I melted into them; I would kill the person who would make me tear away from her what seemed edible chocolate eyes.
I caressed her neck, feeling that my rough hands would damage her baby skin. She was in my maroon sweater. I could never wear it in the past, but now I think it will become my favorite article of clothing.
I was always self conscience about myself, but It was true, I had to admite and so did everybody else that I was like some cheap item and I wished I was worth more, because she deserved more. "Why did she want me?' I'd always ask myself, never aloud, but to myself, I savored every moment I spent with her, hoping that at the next moment she wouldn't leave me.
It was well into the night, about four o'clock in the morning and we had spent much of the night talking, kissing, talking, some more kissing, talking, and then some more kissing. "Shh, Ron, they might hear us" she said as I did not try my best to whisper something uncalled for. Harry, had moaned, he was obviously waking up. He turned over only to find his two best friends all over each other.
"You guys are at it again! Err; I think I would like to go back to sleep and have a nightmare" Harry said obviously not spotting the most pleasant thing in the world for him.
"You act like I have never caught you and Ginny snogging... Opps" Harry froze for he heard the squeaks of a four poster bed which obviously signified that Ron had sat up.
"You what!?"
"Hermione... I told you not to..." Harry started but was not able to finish.
"Harry, you bloke stay off my sister! I'll kill you!"
"Ron get off it, Harry's well, you know, Harry's gentle." Harry turned almost the shade of Ron's hair color.
"Hermi...." Harry had once again started.
"WHAT? How in Merlin's world do you know?"
"Ron, I just know. Actually I heard them; he had asked her if he could..."
"WHAT? YOU HEARD?" the both yelled in unison.
"Hermione, I don't want details!" said Ron fuming.
"And you shouldn't be giving any details!" said a flushed and well embarrassed Harry.
"RON, HARRY, I was JUST fooling with yous!" She winked.
'Oi!, what's all the noise?" said a sleepy Neville.
"Sorry," all had replied lowering their tone.
"Potter, you do anything to my sister, and I will, I will, give you another scar and this time not on your forehead! I WANT YOU AT LEAST TEN FEET FROM HER!" Ron had finished saying.
"SHHHHHHHH!" Said Harry, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Hermione. Ron had finally settled, keeping a critical eye towards Harry. They were friends and all, but that was his sister, it was his job to be over protected. Harry however, wasn't really paying any mind now, he was dozing off, I mean, and it was almost four thirty in the morning.
"You guys could get back to your smogging." Harry said with a last grin on his face before dozing completely off into a world of his own.
"UGH!" said Neville, Dean, and Seamus.
"That doesn't exactly put me in the mood." Hermione said. But his lop sided smile, oh that lop sided smile was forcing her to stay. The four poster bed squeaked again as they both got into comfortable positions. Their noses touched, it was one of their titled moves as they scrunched their faces and let their nose touch. They both giggled. It made Ron feel important. It was for the first time, "Through the Eyes of Ron".
Prologue
There I was lying next to the most beautiful girl in the entire world. Actually, she was my world; I breathed, ate, and slept her. I considered myself wealthy, but not with galleons, knuts, or sickles, but with love. She giggled.
"Oh Ron," she said whispering in my ear. "Your such a romantic, prat." And for some reason, those two words would have never gone together (if you know what I mean) if she hadn't said them. The etherealness of it all, however made me feel all tingly inside. I was on top of the world, and I, Ronald Weasley wasn't being handed down seconds, I was actually the first.
I looked down at her as she lied now on my chest, with her hair in every place, but not exactly covering everything. Her flawless features were visible, which always for some reason made my stomach lurch, I loved looking at her. She was a priceless item and I would die, literally, if she were dared to be sold. When our eyes met, I melted into them; I would kill the person who would make me tear away from her what seemed edible chocolate eyes.
I caressed her neck, feeling that my rough hands would damage her baby skin. She was in my maroon sweater. I could never wear it in the past, but now I think it will become my favorite article of clothing.
I was always self conscience about myself, but It was true, I had to admite and so did everybody else that I was like some cheap item and I wished I was worth more, because she deserved more. "Why did she want me?' I'd always ask myself, never aloud, but to myself, I savored every moment I spent with her, hoping that at the next moment she wouldn't leave me.
It was well into the night, about four o'clock in the morning and we had spent much of the night talking, kissing, talking, some more kissing, talking, and then some more kissing. "Shh, Ron, they might hear us" she said as I did not try my best to whisper something uncalled for. Harry, had moaned, he was obviously waking up. He turned over only to find his two best friends all over each other.
"You guys are at it again! Err; I think I would like to go back to sleep and have a nightmare" Harry said obviously not spotting the most pleasant thing in the world for him.
"You act like I have never caught you and Ginny snogging... Opps" Harry froze for he heard the squeaks of a four poster bed which obviously signified that Ron had sat up.
"You what!?"
"Hermione... I told you not to..." Harry started but was not able to finish.
"Harry, you bloke stay off my sister! I'll kill you!"
"Ron get off it, Harry's well, you know, Harry's gentle." Harry turned almost the shade of Ron's hair color.
"Hermi...." Harry had once again started.
"WHAT? How in Merlin's world do you know?"
"Ron, I just know. Actually I heard them; he had asked her if he could..."
"WHAT? YOU HEARD?" the both yelled in unison.
"Hermione, I don't want details!" said Ron fuming.
"And you shouldn't be giving any details!" said a flushed and well embarrassed Harry.
"RON, HARRY, I was JUST fooling with yous!" She winked.
'Oi!, what's all the noise?" said a sleepy Neville.
"Sorry," all had replied lowering their tone.
"Potter, you do anything to my sister, and I will, I will, give you another scar and this time not on your forehead! I WANT YOU AT LEAST TEN FEET FROM HER!" Ron had finished saying.
"SHHHHHHHH!" Said Harry, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Hermione. Ron had finally settled, keeping a critical eye towards Harry. They were friends and all, but that was his sister, it was his job to be over protected. Harry however, wasn't really paying any mind now, he was dozing off, I mean, and it was almost four thirty in the morning.
"You guys could get back to your smogging." Harry said with a last grin on his face before dozing completely off into a world of his own.
"UGH!" said Neville, Dean, and Seamus.
"That doesn't exactly put me in the mood." Hermione said. But his lop sided smile, oh that lop sided smile was forcing her to stay. The four poster bed squeaked again as they both got into comfortable positions. Their noses touched, it was one of their titled moves as they scrunched their faces and let their nose touch. They both giggled. It made Ron feel important. It was for the first time, "Through the Eyes of Ron".