A Toad For Your Thoughts.
Ron Weasley
Ron sat in the Great Hall, listening to whatever was needed to be said in the opening meeting that was held on the first day of every year. Listening but not really hearing. He was gazing at the amazing beauty across the table that was Hermione. He wished that she would realise just how much he cared about her.
The feast was announced and food magically appeared upon the plates that were laid out on the four grand tables in the Great Hall.
Ron grabbed some chicken off one plate and some mashed potatoes off of another. "I'm starving!" He just managed to mumbled through a mouthful of both of the previously stated foods.
"The sorting hat seems to get more and more tatty each year." Hermione stated from across the table, sending slightly disgusted looks at Ron filling his face with everything and everything.
Ron's ears pricked up, metaphorically, at the sound of her voice. "It is an old hat, Hermione! It isn't going to look all shiny and sparkly." He said sarcastically, waving his hands around, improvising sparkly-ness.
Hermione made a noise within her throat that sounded a lot like a 'Hmph'. "Well, I think that one these days it is going to fall apart." She said in her normal hoity-toity tone that she always used for just about any situation.
Harry stared at Ron, a seemingly guilty look on his face as he gnawed his way through a leg of chicken. "The food hasn't seem to taste as good anymore." Harry mused, rolling the bone over and over in his hands.
"The food at this place always tastes bloody good!" Ron replied, spewing small bits of chicken and potato onto the table in front of him.
Hermione looked down her nose at the chewed up mesh on the table. "I can see that's what you think." She said whilst turning a strangely pale shade of green.
Harry rolled his eyes and furrowed his brow. "You know what I mean, Ron. Since He's come back, nothing tastes as sweet as it used to. Not even…" Harry, quickly looked askance at Hermione beside him. "…The dessert! Yeah. The blueberry pies and stuff." He hastily said after a few seconds, his face becoming a pale pink.
Ron raised an eyebrow at him and tried to throw any negative thoughts out of his mind. "I still think the chicken tastes better. Not much of a sweet tooth me." Ron muttered, staring down at the now unappetising food on his plate.
Ginny gave Harry a look of surprise from his other side.
Harry shrugged his shoulders and continued to shovel chicken into this mouth.
Ron dragged his feet up the stairs to his dormitory. What a great first day this had turned out to be. First of all, Hermione had seemed to be paying less attention to him than usual, then Harry had made an obvious comment to Hermione about something 'not tasting so sweet' whilst gazing into her eyes. And thirdly, the bloody Fat Lady was being her usual, obnoxious self. Her was awful, why could she not hear that? She was singing loudly, as usual, and refused to let anybody in for their good night's sleep until they had all applauded her appalling voice. Ron wanted to hit her around her oil-painted face, although, he wasn't sure that she would have felt anything, what with her being a painting. She'd probably run away and hide in some other painting anyway.
He threw himself down onto his bed, throwing the pillow onto the floor and throwing his face down onto the mattress. Hermione and Harry obviously had a thing going on. Did she not see how much he cared for her? Was she that unobservant? Or had he not made enough of an effort?
He sighed. Truth was, he had never really tried to tell her. He had been too afraid of her reaction but he always felt that he made his feelings obvious.
"Have you seen Trevor?" Neville asked, running into the dormitory and pulling up all the drapes on the beds, looking under all the beds. "Come on, Trevor. Daddy loves you!" He cried, frantically running all around the room.
"I haven't seen your frog!" Ron replied, feeling angry and frustrated that Neville had walked in upon his brooding.
"Toad!" Neville said back in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Same thing!" Ron spat back. He then picked up the pillow off of the floor and placed over the back of his head. "Leave me alone!" His grumbles muffled through the pillow. His love for Hermione out-weighed that of the 'love' that Neville felt for his stupid toad! His stupid, slimy toad. And that stupid, slimy Potter had stolen Ron's love, Hermione!
Ron gritted his teeth and gripped the pillow tightly around his head. He needed to think of a way to get her back. A certain thing that only he could do.
Something slimy touched his hand. Ron let out a high-pitched scream, threw the pillow and slimy thing away before backing away into the corner of his bed.
"Trevor!" Neville gasped, running over to the heap of brown/green that laid on Ron's duvet. "It's ok, Trevor. Daddy's here!" He picked up the toad and gave it a kiss.
Ron made a gagging noise. "No matter how much you kiss it, Neville, it will never turn into a prince!"
