Why I picked the other best friend
By like a falling star
I get asked this question a lot: "Why Ron, Hermione, why not the other best friend- why not Harry?"
And no matter how many times I hear it, it never fails to surprise me, because the answer just seems so obvious that I don't see how it can possibly be missed.
It's as simple as this-with Ron there's passion; with Harry there isn't.
When Ron kisses me, no matter how softly, no matter how gently, what I feel behind it isn't hormones or a physical need; it's love. And with this love inevitably comes passion.
Harry could kiss me with all his heart and soul [though I really doubt he would, keeping in mind the two youngest Weasleys] and I doubt I'll feel even the slightest, tiniest twinge. Shock, maybe, but nothing more.
Harry and I get along just fine, I'm not saying we don't. We do have our disagreements, but at worst of times we're civil to each other; I've never yelled at him in my entire life, and he's never yelled at me either. It goes without saying that we've never rowed, never quarreled, never anything. It seems logical to pick him, doesn't it, since we get along so well?
And then there's Ron. Now we don't have little spats of disagreement, what we have is full-blown, heated wars. I've probably yelled at him more times than I've yelled at everyone else put together. It's terrible, I know, but Ron somehow has the uncanny ability to turn me from a reserved, calm, rational Prefect into a thundering nutter sputtering nonsense.
No one can do that to me but Ron. It's the challenge he proposes; the knowing glint in his eyes, the outspoken confidence of his words. He challenges me, ignites a fire inside of me and I find myself rising to the bait time and time again, and falling deeper and deeper with each gesture, with each glance.
It sounds stupid, I know, but I can't help the way I feel. I love both my best friends, in a different way is all. Between them, with Harry comes friendship and a large amount of admiration, with Ron comes passion-and a large amount of love.
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To all Griffindors:
Please read and take heed: The above is a little something I discovered under Hermione's pillow. Haha. It's rather interesting and very juicy as well. Take care. Oh, and don't tease her too much, she might get embarrassed.
-Anonymous
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"Hey, look, what's this?"
"Dunno. Whatever."
"Probably some stupid notice McGonagall put up."
"Wait-will you look at it?"
"Ha!"
"Hahahaha."
*snort*
"Who wrote this?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Oh, she's going to get really mad when she reads this."
"What's going on?"
"Ron! Check this out."
"Bloody hell!"
"Your face is all red, mate."
"No, it's more pink than red."
"Shut up. Where did you get this from?"
"What's that?"
"Oh, Hermione! It's nothing. Really."
"No, let me have a look."
"Oh, shit."
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". LAVENDER!!!"
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By like a falling star
I get asked this question a lot: "Why Ron, Hermione, why not the other best friend- why not Harry?"
And no matter how many times I hear it, it never fails to surprise me, because the answer just seems so obvious that I don't see how it can possibly be missed.
It's as simple as this-with Ron there's passion; with Harry there isn't.
When Ron kisses me, no matter how softly, no matter how gently, what I feel behind it isn't hormones or a physical need; it's love. And with this love inevitably comes passion.
Harry could kiss me with all his heart and soul [though I really doubt he would, keeping in mind the two youngest Weasleys] and I doubt I'll feel even the slightest, tiniest twinge. Shock, maybe, but nothing more.
Harry and I get along just fine, I'm not saying we don't. We do have our disagreements, but at worst of times we're civil to each other; I've never yelled at him in my entire life, and he's never yelled at me either. It goes without saying that we've never rowed, never quarreled, never anything. It seems logical to pick him, doesn't it, since we get along so well?
And then there's Ron. Now we don't have little spats of disagreement, what we have is full-blown, heated wars. I've probably yelled at him more times than I've yelled at everyone else put together. It's terrible, I know, but Ron somehow has the uncanny ability to turn me from a reserved, calm, rational Prefect into a thundering nutter sputtering nonsense.
No one can do that to me but Ron. It's the challenge he proposes; the knowing glint in his eyes, the outspoken confidence of his words. He challenges me, ignites a fire inside of me and I find myself rising to the bait time and time again, and falling deeper and deeper with each gesture, with each glance.
It sounds stupid, I know, but I can't help the way I feel. I love both my best friends, in a different way is all. Between them, with Harry comes friendship and a large amount of admiration, with Ron comes passion-and a large amount of love.
*
To all Griffindors:
Please read and take heed: The above is a little something I discovered under Hermione's pillow. Haha. It's rather interesting and very juicy as well. Take care. Oh, and don't tease her too much, she might get embarrassed.
-Anonymous
*
"Hey, look, what's this?"
"Dunno. Whatever."
"Probably some stupid notice McGonagall put up."
"Wait-will you look at it?"
"Ha!"
"Hahahaha."
*snort*
"Who wrote this?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Oh, she's going to get really mad when she reads this."
"What's going on?"
"Ron! Check this out."
"Bloody hell!"
"Your face is all red, mate."
"No, it's more pink than red."
"Shut up. Where did you get this from?"
"What's that?"
"Oh, Hermione! It's nothing. Really."
"No, let me have a look."
"Oh, shit."
"."
"."
"."
". LAVENDER!!!"
*