Once we finished our game, I started to get tired. I had a test in potions tomorrow, and I had to make sure that I was fully rested. I yawned.
"You tired?" Ron asked.
"Yes, and I have to get to bed early so I can get plenty of rest for my test tomorrow." I replied.
"I'm sure you'll do amazing on your test, you'll get the highest grade in the class for sure."
"What did you just say?" I asked.
"I said you'll do amazing."
"You're not going to pick fun of me for going to bed early on Sunday? You're not going to call me a nerd? Bookworm? Goody goody?"
"Nope". He replied with a grin.
"Ronald Weasley I want you to tell me what's going on with you this instant! You've been nice to me all day. You haven't teased me once!"
"You want me to tease you?
"No, it's just that…"
He stood up. "You need to get some sleep, night Mione."
"Goodnight…" I said quietly.
He headed off to his dorm. What was Ronald Weasley up to? Why was he being so nice? Was it because Christmas is around the corner? I walked up the staircase and headed to the girls dormitory, with thoughts of Ron Weasley on my mind.
Ron's Point of View
I'm going to tell her how I feel before Christmas, how hard could it be? All I have to do is say "Hermione I like…I love you." I love her. I love Hermione Granger. I want to be able to call her mine. I want to hold her in my arms. I want to kiss her lips. Bloody hell, I even want to hold her books. I've loved her since our second year at Hogwarts. The day she became petrified I realized how much I cared about her. She had no idea that I would go to the hospital wing after all my classes and read to her out of her favorite book Hogwarts A History. Every time I think about her I get this warm feeling inside. Every time I see her talking to McLaggen I want to beat him up. She's my Mione. Well… Not yet… But hopefully soon she will be. This week will be the last week of classes before Christmas break and I need to tell her how I feel, because I won't be able to see her for a week, she will be spending Christmas with her parents.
"Ugh…. Why do thing have to be so difficult." I groaned.
I looked over at Harry who was sound asleep. He had his potions book hanging off his bed, and a quill tightly gripped in his hand. He rolled over and moaned "Ginny…" I smiled. Harry and Ginny had liked each other for a while now, but neither of them had done a thing about it.
"Why does love have to be so hard?" I asked no one in particular.