~*~*~*~Someone They Love~*~*~*~
/]) R O N ([\
There wasn't much use denying it, really. He fancied Hermione. About time he bloody well faced up to it. Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone fancied their friend at some stage, didn't they? Well, this was a bit beyond fancying.
He was head over heels about her. The way she smiled, the way she flipped her hair when she got annoyed, the way she wasn't afraid to tell people off... including him. Now that, he didn't like. She was too sharp with him, as though she wanted - no, she couldn't know. He hadn't said anything, not even to Harry.
Harry, yes, that was it. Ron had seen the way Hermione looked at him: the golden boy, the Quidditch star, Dumbledore's favourite. Ron had nothing but respect for his best friend, but he couldn't pretend it was annoying; always standing on the sidelines while Harry got all the glory. Got the girl.
He couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness when he thought of last June. It had been terrible, of course, but his hazy memory of the time under the Confundus curse told him that Harry had barely cared... Ron rubbed the scars on his arms. Knowing he was second best hurt even more.
Ron scowled, thinking of all the times Harry and Hermione must've had cosy little chats without him - like when Sirius turned up in the fire and started talking about Harry's scar. Ron had been totally clueless, and they'd just told him to shut up.
As if that wasn't bad enough, that stupid Loony Lovegood liked him! Of course, he couldn't have Hermione, but the weirdo - yeah, she was good enough for him.
Face curled in a filthy sulk, Ron threw himself off the bed and stormed down into the Common Room. He picked up his bag, which he had left in a corner by the door, and stomped off to the library. Harry and Hermione, of course, were nowhere to be found. There was homework to do. He could worry about them later.
Worry being the operative word.
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Phire Phoenix Chan: Yes, it's R/L - and a few other pairings, too.
tex: I don't support R/Hr any more.
I Could Be a Fan: There won't be much more about Luna. And her hair was "dirty-blonde" which is a hair colour, not smelly.
Psy_Girl: Hermione and Harry? Hell, yes!
Miranda: Thanks!
Jackie: I'm just giving her conditioner in my fic. ;) Don't worry, it's not R/Hr - Ron fancies her, but - like in the books - the feeling is not mutual.
/]) R O N ([\
There wasn't much use denying it, really. He fancied Hermione. About time he bloody well faced up to it. Nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone fancied their friend at some stage, didn't they? Well, this was a bit beyond fancying.
He was head over heels about her. The way she smiled, the way she flipped her hair when she got annoyed, the way she wasn't afraid to tell people off... including him. Now that, he didn't like. She was too sharp with him, as though she wanted - no, she couldn't know. He hadn't said anything, not even to Harry.
Harry, yes, that was it. Ron had seen the way Hermione looked at him: the golden boy, the Quidditch star, Dumbledore's favourite. Ron had nothing but respect for his best friend, but he couldn't pretend it was annoying; always standing on the sidelines while Harry got all the glory. Got the girl.
He couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness when he thought of last June. It had been terrible, of course, but his hazy memory of the time under the Confundus curse told him that Harry had barely cared... Ron rubbed the scars on his arms. Knowing he was second best hurt even more.
Ron scowled, thinking of all the times Harry and Hermione must've had cosy little chats without him - like when Sirius turned up in the fire and started talking about Harry's scar. Ron had been totally clueless, and they'd just told him to shut up.
As if that wasn't bad enough, that stupid Loony Lovegood liked him! Of course, he couldn't have Hermione, but the weirdo - yeah, she was good enough for him.
Face curled in a filthy sulk, Ron threw himself off the bed and stormed down into the Common Room. He picked up his bag, which he had left in a corner by the door, and stomped off to the library. Harry and Hermione, of course, were nowhere to be found. There was homework to do. He could worry about them later.
Worry being the operative word.
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Phire Phoenix Chan: Yes, it's R/L - and a few other pairings, too.
tex: I don't support R/Hr any more.
I Could Be a Fan: There won't be much more about Luna. And her hair was "dirty-blonde" which is a hair colour, not smelly.
Psy_Girl: Hermione and Harry? Hell, yes!
Miranda: Thanks!
Jackie: I'm just giving her conditioner in my fic. ;) Don't worry, it's not R/Hr - Ron fancies her, but - like in the books - the feeling is not mutual.