A/N: ehehehe, gomen for taking so long… writers block… anywho I warned you
this fic would be insane… like the author… ^^ and it does tend to be OOC!
(specially with Ginny ne?) I warned you people! I do not give warnings in
vain! So next time I say something is going to be weird…. It's gonna be
damn freaky understood??
"Oh my gosh Harry! They are together!!! Do you really think that foot note was a good idea? What if Ron reads it?" said Ginny peeking through a passing window that showed the garden
"They were together? Mm oh well, Believe me Ginny, your brother is so thick I'd be surprised if he even gets it."
"I know, but you practically spelled it out!"
"Don't worry so much… after all it's about time he realised, even if I DID have to spell it out for him."
A sigh escaped Ginny's lips. 'I still don't like this… poor Hermione…'
~~~°*°~~~
"Many people are odd, well besides the fact that every one is different of course, except women… they are all the same"
Hermione scoffed "Excuse me?"
"Hey don't get mad at me… it's the truth, I have not met one woman who hasn't told me she looks fat in something… Ginny drives me crazy at home, and I come to school and find out you are the same! For goodness sake how many times do we have to tell you that you look good for you to actually believe it? Women are so vain, not to mention the fact that not one of them can survive a day without finding out something, what ever it may be, about some one. Too nosy"
"Oh please Ron, really! First of all could you tell me how long you take to comb your hair? Just exactly how long are you in front of the bathroom mirror before deciding you look exactly the way you did the first time you passed the comb through your hair? Of course the poor jar of gel is always empty by the time some one else comes in. and do not talk to me about gossip! Who are the first ones to rush over to something when ever they see a bigger mass than usual of people? Really!"
"Well I didn't say you were like that, just women…"
"Ah, so I am not a woman now? Heavens then what am I?" she smiled
"I didn't mean it like that Mione… I just meant… you're a special woman…"
Hermione blushed as she felt her stomach burst with a million butterflies… Ron however was oblivious.
Ron laughed "but getting back to the hair issue, Harry doesn't use gel."
Hermione's shoulders slumped a little realising he had not said what he said with the feeling or intention she wanted him to. gathering her will power to shake off the airy feeling she smile back at Ron "Of course he doesn't, there's no point… But you do. And don't tell me even though I have never seen his hair… er, lets say… behaving itself, he still tries every morning to flatten it?"
"True… you'd have thought he would have given up by now"
They had been talking for about an hour now, of nothing and everything at the same time. It had been a while since they had done this, it wasn't as if they didn't talk at all, but they were always doing something else at the moment. Hermione was more than happy at this moment for obvious reasons.
"Why do girls have to wear make up? I say they are already beautiful the way they are… and if they aren't… a bit of white stuff all over their faces isn't going to help much. I swear some of them look like ghosts!"
"Oh but a little make up isn't so bad, pink lips don't look too over done, I have mascara on right now and you don't seem to mind, well actually you didn't even notice…"
"what is mascara?"
"Something you put on your eyelashes to make them look longer and thicker. That's the only thing I put on because it's not too obvious, and sometimes a little pink lipst--………… what?"
Hermione blushed and pulled back as Ron had suddenly leaned in over her face staring at her. He didn't seem to be paying attention to Hermione anymore and focusing very hard on Hermione's eyes. She gulped.
"Ron?" his eyes moved a tad as he focused oh her iris.
'He was looking at the mascara…' she thought, but not anymore…. 'Dammit why is he not looking at the mascara?! Why is he not pulling back? why does he keep staring at me? Why is he so close? I'm going to pass out.'
Hermione saw his eyes flicker a bit but he didn't take them off hers. And an odd expression came upon his face. Hermione couldn't identify what it was exactly. How long had it been? 'Dammit move!'
Finally Ron's eyes moved upward and he pulled away, his cheeks pink. Hermione wanted nothing more than to sigh with relief when she heard the flutter of feathers behind her.
An owl. This is what he had seen, that's why he had pulled away… she thanked the owl as if he had saved her life but inwardly felt disappointed that she wasn't so close to Ron anymore. she sighed lightly.
"It's for you…" she heard Ron say
It was true, the owl he had seen was fluttering in front of her had a letter in his beak. She took it quickly sensing in some odd way that the owl did not like this particular delivery. As she suspected, the owl flew away, hooting loudly as if complaining. The scent hit her seconds later.
"Lilies…" she said
"Pardon?"
"It smells like lilies."
Turning the envelope over, she lifted her eyebrows seeing the deep blue ink.
Miss Hermione Ganger
"Who is that from?" Ron said a little too loudly
"How do you think I'm supposed to know?" she responded back just as snappy
For the first time, maybe since he had met Hermione, Ron did something smart and shut up, looking back at the letter. Which Hermione had already began to open. She plucked out the letter and unfolded it, taking a look at it before starting to read.
I'm sorry to be telling you this now,
But I can't hold it inside any longer,
I've loved you for the longest time,
But I can't seem to make you see,
Inside you are a person that means the world to me.
Your words have always come out in truthfulness,
Never once saying anything close to a lie.
You might have hurt me once or twice,
But to me you're still an angel sent from Heaven.
It might sound tacky, but yes, it's true,
Right now, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
And although I just met you,
You make me feel secure inside.
I want to love you,
But I don't want you to hurt me.
Will you, or will you love me forever?
I want to hold you forever, until the day I die,
And hope you want to hold me close, too.
I'll love you...always and forever
You ask, if I really love you, how much love is it I have in my heart
Ah, but what kind of poor love is that which can be measured?
You ask again, what is the limit of the love which you inspire?
Ah love, you will have to discover yet another earth and heaven.
For I would give them and anything else for a simple smile of your beautiful face.
And yet, it is my own love for you that betrays me, my own heart
For you have captured it as if a butterfly in a glass…
I could not imagine my life without a glance at you everyday.
Simply because the thought tortures me even more,
Your sparkling eyes, that radiant smile, your graceful movements, and the bounce of you hair.
Everything you are, I want… and yet… cannot have
Anonymous
Hermione could feel her cheeks burn… it was a love letter… for her… for her… some one, actually… liked her… she looked to Ron. His mouth was down right hanging open. Still reading the letter, there was more.
Hermione, I can not even begin to express my love for you… a small bit of my own feelings was put into this note, the reason I write this down is because I know I could never tell you in person, and because I know your heart has already been taken, by some one else… yet my feelings for you will never die… make sure that red head takes good care of you, and if he ever hurts you, I will make sure he suffers much more than you did…
With all my love
Jeff M.
Hermione was gripping the letter so tightly her nails actually made small slits in the paper. Ron's eyes had never been so big…
'I HATE you Jeff M!!!!!!' if the earth would just open up right now and swallow her she would be the happiest person in the world. 'How dare you?!!?!??! Do you know he is standing right beside me?!?!?' she felt like hitting something, never in her life had she been so embarrassed, the note alone was enough, but to mention she had a thing for Ron… 'please just let me die now…'
meanwhile, in Ron's little head…
'Who the hell is this bastard?! Who does he bloody think he is?! Sending love letters to my Hermione like that?! And who the hell is this red head?! Hermione doesn't like anybody, she would have told me! This guy is insane! I'll kill hi----..................... MY Hermione?????? MY?!?!?!?'
Ron's eye seemed to be twitching along with the rest of his body, he couldn't help it. Hermione could actually feel him beside her, none the less, she dared to take a peak at him.
"I HAVE TO GO!" he said a little too loudly.
Indeed Hermione moved a few inches back, startled by his sudden outburst.
"Er, I… just remembered, I… um, Harry! I… left him… er, favour… a favour, and well… see you!"
Hermione was left to herself still clutching the letter and looking at Ron's back. one thought in her head… 'Huh?!'
~~~*°*~~~
"Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell…"
He really didn't notice the words come out of his mouth, he wasn't really thinking at that moment, this was beyond panic… this was… Hermione!
"Oh my God!"
He kept looking at his left foot pass in front of his right, and then the right in front of the left, very quickly, he was walking so fast it could have been a jog.
"Why?!!" he sort of whispered.
The oxygen around him seemed to be getting thinner. And it was a bit difficult to breath. It couldn't be what he was thinking… it couldn't! it made no sense! It wasn't possible!! It was… Hermione!!
"Ahh!" he yelled
"Ow! Dammit!"
"Eeek!"
Ron registered what had happened in the last few moments, confused by the fact that something warm was beneath him and he was on the ground.
"Ahh! Bloody hell! Ron get off me!"
"Harry your hand is some place it's not supposed to be!"
"Harry? Ginny? Hand?!"
"Ron get off!!" yelled a panicked Harry
He did as he was told and got up, supporting himself on Harry who gave a yelp of pain, probably because Ron's elbow was digging into his back. Under both of them was Ginny.
"What are you doing on top of my sister? And dammit where was your hand??" he asked
"Well forgive my poor knowledge of physics, but when a person running down the hall as if some beast were after him, crashes into you, you tend to fall… grabbing onto the first thing at reach for support… in this case it happened to be your sister… " Harry responded sarcastically helping a blushing Ginny up.
"Thank you Harry." She said smiling "Ron…" she looked to him with concerned eyes "Are you all right? you look like you've seen a ghost."
"She's right mate… you're paler than usual." Harry observed
Ron gulped. "I'm fine! Why would you… say something like that? Nothing happened… I'm just… fine…"
Ginny furrowed her eyebrows taking a closer look at her brother "Ron, what is it? I'm serious you don't look good…"
"Hey have you seen Hermione?" asked Harry looking from where Ron had come from
"NO!" he yelled "I mean… she wasn't… I didn't… she… no…"
"Ronald Weasley… what's going on?" Ginny said worry replaced by strictness.
"I told you, nothing is wrong… I'm fine… I'm just…" Ginny raised an eyebrow
"Seriously Ron what is it? You can tell us… for crying out loud! You're talking to your sister and best friend… besides if you don't tell us now, we'll find out eventually…" Harry smiled
Ron looked from Ginny to Harry and sighed. He moved his mouth a bit as if not deciding weather to say it or not.
"Spill it!" yelled Ginny
"I think…" he began quickly, then paused. His face reddening… he twiddled his fingers, a very un-Ron-like gesture. "I think… I… I may…" he paused again and looked up at two expectant faces "If you tell a living soul, or a ghost, or anything that is capable of logical thinking… you will both die…"
"yeah yeah whatever just get on with it" urged Harry
He went back to being nervous. And took in a deep breath "I think I may… be… I think I may................ like Hermione…"
Silence… a smug smile appeared on Harry's face.
"Ha!!" he exclaimed triumphaly
~~~~~~~*°*~~~~~~~~
A/N: hmmmmm not sure triumphaly is a real word but oh well! You get what I meant ne? anywho sorry for taking so long and thank all of you for your nice reviews! You are all my inspiration!
Well you guys and Ever of course -^^- ohohohohohoho!!
"Oh my gosh Harry! They are together!!! Do you really think that foot note was a good idea? What if Ron reads it?" said Ginny peeking through a passing window that showed the garden
"They were together? Mm oh well, Believe me Ginny, your brother is so thick I'd be surprised if he even gets it."
"I know, but you practically spelled it out!"
"Don't worry so much… after all it's about time he realised, even if I DID have to spell it out for him."
A sigh escaped Ginny's lips. 'I still don't like this… poor Hermione…'
~~~°*°~~~
"Many people are odd, well besides the fact that every one is different of course, except women… they are all the same"
Hermione scoffed "Excuse me?"
"Hey don't get mad at me… it's the truth, I have not met one woman who hasn't told me she looks fat in something… Ginny drives me crazy at home, and I come to school and find out you are the same! For goodness sake how many times do we have to tell you that you look good for you to actually believe it? Women are so vain, not to mention the fact that not one of them can survive a day without finding out something, what ever it may be, about some one. Too nosy"
"Oh please Ron, really! First of all could you tell me how long you take to comb your hair? Just exactly how long are you in front of the bathroom mirror before deciding you look exactly the way you did the first time you passed the comb through your hair? Of course the poor jar of gel is always empty by the time some one else comes in. and do not talk to me about gossip! Who are the first ones to rush over to something when ever they see a bigger mass than usual of people? Really!"
"Well I didn't say you were like that, just women…"
"Ah, so I am not a woman now? Heavens then what am I?" she smiled
"I didn't mean it like that Mione… I just meant… you're a special woman…"
Hermione blushed as she felt her stomach burst with a million butterflies… Ron however was oblivious.
Ron laughed "but getting back to the hair issue, Harry doesn't use gel."
Hermione's shoulders slumped a little realising he had not said what he said with the feeling or intention she wanted him to. gathering her will power to shake off the airy feeling she smile back at Ron "Of course he doesn't, there's no point… But you do. And don't tell me even though I have never seen his hair… er, lets say… behaving itself, he still tries every morning to flatten it?"
"True… you'd have thought he would have given up by now"
They had been talking for about an hour now, of nothing and everything at the same time. It had been a while since they had done this, it wasn't as if they didn't talk at all, but they were always doing something else at the moment. Hermione was more than happy at this moment for obvious reasons.
"Why do girls have to wear make up? I say they are already beautiful the way they are… and if they aren't… a bit of white stuff all over their faces isn't going to help much. I swear some of them look like ghosts!"
"Oh but a little make up isn't so bad, pink lips don't look too over done, I have mascara on right now and you don't seem to mind, well actually you didn't even notice…"
"what is mascara?"
"Something you put on your eyelashes to make them look longer and thicker. That's the only thing I put on because it's not too obvious, and sometimes a little pink lipst--………… what?"
Hermione blushed and pulled back as Ron had suddenly leaned in over her face staring at her. He didn't seem to be paying attention to Hermione anymore and focusing very hard on Hermione's eyes. She gulped.
"Ron?" his eyes moved a tad as he focused oh her iris.
'He was looking at the mascara…' she thought, but not anymore…. 'Dammit why is he not looking at the mascara?! Why is he not pulling back? why does he keep staring at me? Why is he so close? I'm going to pass out.'
Hermione saw his eyes flicker a bit but he didn't take them off hers. And an odd expression came upon his face. Hermione couldn't identify what it was exactly. How long had it been? 'Dammit move!'
Finally Ron's eyes moved upward and he pulled away, his cheeks pink. Hermione wanted nothing more than to sigh with relief when she heard the flutter of feathers behind her.
An owl. This is what he had seen, that's why he had pulled away… she thanked the owl as if he had saved her life but inwardly felt disappointed that she wasn't so close to Ron anymore. she sighed lightly.
"It's for you…" she heard Ron say
It was true, the owl he had seen was fluttering in front of her had a letter in his beak. She took it quickly sensing in some odd way that the owl did not like this particular delivery. As she suspected, the owl flew away, hooting loudly as if complaining. The scent hit her seconds later.
"Lilies…" she said
"Pardon?"
"It smells like lilies."
Turning the envelope over, she lifted her eyebrows seeing the deep blue ink.
Miss Hermione Ganger
"Who is that from?" Ron said a little too loudly
"How do you think I'm supposed to know?" she responded back just as snappy
For the first time, maybe since he had met Hermione, Ron did something smart and shut up, looking back at the letter. Which Hermione had already began to open. She plucked out the letter and unfolded it, taking a look at it before starting to read.
I'm sorry to be telling you this now,
But I can't hold it inside any longer,
I've loved you for the longest time,
But I can't seem to make you see,
Inside you are a person that means the world to me.
Your words have always come out in truthfulness,
Never once saying anything close to a lie.
You might have hurt me once or twice,
But to me you're still an angel sent from Heaven.
It might sound tacky, but yes, it's true,
Right now, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
And although I just met you,
You make me feel secure inside.
I want to love you,
But I don't want you to hurt me.
Will you, or will you love me forever?
I want to hold you forever, until the day I die,
And hope you want to hold me close, too.
I'll love you...always and forever
You ask, if I really love you, how much love is it I have in my heart
Ah, but what kind of poor love is that which can be measured?
You ask again, what is the limit of the love which you inspire?
Ah love, you will have to discover yet another earth and heaven.
For I would give them and anything else for a simple smile of your beautiful face.
And yet, it is my own love for you that betrays me, my own heart
For you have captured it as if a butterfly in a glass…
I could not imagine my life without a glance at you everyday.
Simply because the thought tortures me even more,
Your sparkling eyes, that radiant smile, your graceful movements, and the bounce of you hair.
Everything you are, I want… and yet… cannot have
Anonymous
Hermione could feel her cheeks burn… it was a love letter… for her… for her… some one, actually… liked her… she looked to Ron. His mouth was down right hanging open. Still reading the letter, there was more.
Hermione, I can not even begin to express my love for you… a small bit of my own feelings was put into this note, the reason I write this down is because I know I could never tell you in person, and because I know your heart has already been taken, by some one else… yet my feelings for you will never die… make sure that red head takes good care of you, and if he ever hurts you, I will make sure he suffers much more than you did…
With all my love
Jeff M.
Hermione was gripping the letter so tightly her nails actually made small slits in the paper. Ron's eyes had never been so big…
'I HATE you Jeff M!!!!!!' if the earth would just open up right now and swallow her she would be the happiest person in the world. 'How dare you?!!?!??! Do you know he is standing right beside me?!?!?' she felt like hitting something, never in her life had she been so embarrassed, the note alone was enough, but to mention she had a thing for Ron… 'please just let me die now…'
meanwhile, in Ron's little head…
'Who the hell is this bastard?! Who does he bloody think he is?! Sending love letters to my Hermione like that?! And who the hell is this red head?! Hermione doesn't like anybody, she would have told me! This guy is insane! I'll kill hi----..................... MY Hermione?????? MY?!?!?!?'
Ron's eye seemed to be twitching along with the rest of his body, he couldn't help it. Hermione could actually feel him beside her, none the less, she dared to take a peak at him.
"I HAVE TO GO!" he said a little too loudly.
Indeed Hermione moved a few inches back, startled by his sudden outburst.
"Er, I… just remembered, I… um, Harry! I… left him… er, favour… a favour, and well… see you!"
Hermione was left to herself still clutching the letter and looking at Ron's back. one thought in her head… 'Huh?!'
~~~*°*~~~
"Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell…"
He really didn't notice the words come out of his mouth, he wasn't really thinking at that moment, this was beyond panic… this was… Hermione!
"Oh my God!"
He kept looking at his left foot pass in front of his right, and then the right in front of the left, very quickly, he was walking so fast it could have been a jog.
"Why?!!" he sort of whispered.
The oxygen around him seemed to be getting thinner. And it was a bit difficult to breath. It couldn't be what he was thinking… it couldn't! it made no sense! It wasn't possible!! It was… Hermione!!
"Ahh!" he yelled
"Ow! Dammit!"
"Eeek!"
Ron registered what had happened in the last few moments, confused by the fact that something warm was beneath him and he was on the ground.
"Ahh! Bloody hell! Ron get off me!"
"Harry your hand is some place it's not supposed to be!"
"Harry? Ginny? Hand?!"
"Ron get off!!" yelled a panicked Harry
He did as he was told and got up, supporting himself on Harry who gave a yelp of pain, probably because Ron's elbow was digging into his back. Under both of them was Ginny.
"What are you doing on top of my sister? And dammit where was your hand??" he asked
"Well forgive my poor knowledge of physics, but when a person running down the hall as if some beast were after him, crashes into you, you tend to fall… grabbing onto the first thing at reach for support… in this case it happened to be your sister… " Harry responded sarcastically helping a blushing Ginny up.
"Thank you Harry." She said smiling "Ron…" she looked to him with concerned eyes "Are you all right? you look like you've seen a ghost."
"She's right mate… you're paler than usual." Harry observed
Ron gulped. "I'm fine! Why would you… say something like that? Nothing happened… I'm just… fine…"
Ginny furrowed her eyebrows taking a closer look at her brother "Ron, what is it? I'm serious you don't look good…"
"Hey have you seen Hermione?" asked Harry looking from where Ron had come from
"NO!" he yelled "I mean… she wasn't… I didn't… she… no…"
"Ronald Weasley… what's going on?" Ginny said worry replaced by strictness.
"I told you, nothing is wrong… I'm fine… I'm just…" Ginny raised an eyebrow
"Seriously Ron what is it? You can tell us… for crying out loud! You're talking to your sister and best friend… besides if you don't tell us now, we'll find out eventually…" Harry smiled
Ron looked from Ginny to Harry and sighed. He moved his mouth a bit as if not deciding weather to say it or not.
"Spill it!" yelled Ginny
"I think…" he began quickly, then paused. His face reddening… he twiddled his fingers, a very un-Ron-like gesture. "I think… I… I may…" he paused again and looked up at two expectant faces "If you tell a living soul, or a ghost, or anything that is capable of logical thinking… you will both die…"
"yeah yeah whatever just get on with it" urged Harry
He went back to being nervous. And took in a deep breath "I think I may… be… I think I may................ like Hermione…"
Silence… a smug smile appeared on Harry's face.
"Ha!!" he exclaimed triumphaly
~~~~~~~*°*~~~~~~~~
A/N: hmmmmm not sure triumphaly is a real word but oh well! You get what I meant ne? anywho sorry for taking so long and thank all of you for your nice reviews! You are all my inspiration!
Well you guys and Ever of course -^^- ohohohohohoho!!