a/n. hi, thanx for the reviews on my other fanfic: What's Up With Ron and Hermione? I love all you wonderfuly fanfiction.net reviewers! This fic is just like a sequel to it, with a minor difference: This is more from Ron's point of view. I strongly suggest that you read the first one, since this one will make more sense, anyway, that one's really short, so it won't take long. Yup, no more funky daydreams, but I just can't imagine Ron fantasizing about the library, nope, there is something different for Ron here. Read and review like always, and you will make me VERY VERY HAPPY, ^_^.
What's Up With Ron and Hermione?: Part 2- Ron's POV
"Hey Hermione, how's it going?" Ron said. "I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
Ron's own face peered back at him, a mixture of 'yeah right' and disgust. He shook his head. Who had thought that it was a good idea to practice saying things in front of a mirror? It didn't help, and as much as Ron would deny it, he looked nothing like the girls he'd like-girl actually...Hermione.
He had liked her for how long? "Uh...let's see...since A LONG TIME," Ron muttered, in a defeated sort of way to himself. He was so appalled by his own chicken-ess last night that he was determined to do something about it. He could either (a) Pretend it ever happened or (b) Tell Hermione what he really feels.
Actually, part of Ron's New Year Resolutions was to face up to what all us R/H shippers have been hoping JKR do for awhile. He was going to ::gasp:: tell Hermione how he actually felt!
After more useless practicing ("Hey baby wassup?", "Would you give me the pleasure of being my loved one?", and "Hermione, would you like to go to the library ...study ...make-out...normal after-class activities?"-haha, he said after that one), he gave up and headed to the common room, hoping that Hermione would be there alone.
The Gryffindor common room was filled to capacity it seemed, with groups of people talking, doing homework, etc...
"Just my luck," Ron said. The common room was never empty at the right time. He made his way carefully through the throngs of people, taking care not to step on anything (he was still very sorry about what he did to Neville's toad). Ron looked around. There she was!!!
Hermione sitting in a corner with Harry kissing as if their lives depended on it - JUST KIDDING...::phew...a collective sigh of relief ripples through the crowd::
Actually, Hermione was just sitting there, doing her homework, Harry nowhere to be seen. Ron's heart surged at the sight of his beloved, sitting there in the warm glow of the firelight.
Hermione looked up and smiled. "Hi, Ron, ready to do some homework?"
"Uh...yeah...not that I really want to," he said good-naturedly. "You could do it for me."
"Haha, funny Ron. How will you ever learn?" Hermione said. They had had this conversation many times, and it had sort of become a joke between the two of them. It gave Ron a sense of comfort.
"Where's Harry? He's missing out on this wonderful homework that someone- I'm not saying who- won't help us with." Ron retalliated.
Hermione scribbled something on the piece of paper she was writing on. "You know Harry...probably stuffing his face with the candy that Hagrid sent him for Christmas. We really must tell him that too many fizzing whizbees cause an extraordinary amount of cavaties," she said semi-seriously, smiling.
"Heh, heh. I'll go find him." Ron got up so fast that he almost knocked over the little table. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't tell Hermione that he loved her.
"Wait Ron, take this. Hermione gave him the folded paper that she was just writing on. "It's...uh...homework...," Hermione said in a yes-i'm-so-obviously-lying tone.
Ron missed it completely (yes, our favorite red-headed character is a bit thick sometimes), and said, "wow, thanks Hermione!" He raced away from her, and ran up the stairs to the dormitory.
AGAIN, Ron had chickened out. AGAIN. He felt like such a loser that he sat down smack on the floor of the hallway. He curiously opened the tightly folded "homework" and looked at it, expecting to see the transfiguration essay in Hermione's neat handwriting. Instead, it said:
"Dear Ron: I don't know really how to put this into words, but I'm just going to say it. I like you. No, wait, I really like you. I love you. Please, don't be freaked out. It's just that you're the nicest, sweetest, kind-hearted, guy I've met. We've known each other for a long time, and you're one of my best friends. I'm not usually like this, writing a note instead of being direct, but your opinion of me matters so much. I've been debating whether or not to confess my feelings to you, but I just finally had to. I wouldn't have done this if I hadn't gotten just a little more than a hint that you wouldn't return my feelings. So I'm going to ask you a question. Do you love me as much as I love you?"
Ron blinked his eyes, making sure that he didn't make up what was written. He didn't. The words stared up at him, expecting an answer.
"Yes Hermione, I do love you," he said.
***
a/n. Yes, Hermione, our daring heroine is the first to make a move! She only did it cuz of how much she loves Ron. Girl-power!!! Again, Harry is practically non-existant. Reviews = yay!! ^_^.
What's Up With Ron and Hermione?: Part 2- Ron's POV
"Hey Hermione, how's it going?" Ron said. "I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
Ron's own face peered back at him, a mixture of 'yeah right' and disgust. He shook his head. Who had thought that it was a good idea to practice saying things in front of a mirror? It didn't help, and as much as Ron would deny it, he looked nothing like the girls he'd like-girl actually...Hermione.
He had liked her for how long? "Uh...let's see...since A LONG TIME," Ron muttered, in a defeated sort of way to himself. He was so appalled by his own chicken-ess last night that he was determined to do something about it. He could either (a) Pretend it ever happened or (b) Tell Hermione what he really feels.
Actually, part of Ron's New Year Resolutions was to face up to what all us R/H shippers have been hoping JKR do for awhile. He was going to ::gasp:: tell Hermione how he actually felt!
After more useless practicing ("Hey baby wassup?", "Would you give me the pleasure of being my loved one?", and "Hermione, would you like to go to the library ...study ...make-out...normal after-class activities?"-haha, he said after that one), he gave up and headed to the common room, hoping that Hermione would be there alone.
The Gryffindor common room was filled to capacity it seemed, with groups of people talking, doing homework, etc...
"Just my luck," Ron said. The common room was never empty at the right time. He made his way carefully through the throngs of people, taking care not to step on anything (he was still very sorry about what he did to Neville's toad). Ron looked around. There she was!!!
Hermione sitting in a corner with Harry kissing as if their lives depended on it - JUST KIDDING...::phew...a collective sigh of relief ripples through the crowd::
Actually, Hermione was just sitting there, doing her homework, Harry nowhere to be seen. Ron's heart surged at the sight of his beloved, sitting there in the warm glow of the firelight.
Hermione looked up and smiled. "Hi, Ron, ready to do some homework?"
"Uh...yeah...not that I really want to," he said good-naturedly. "You could do it for me."
"Haha, funny Ron. How will you ever learn?" Hermione said. They had had this conversation many times, and it had sort of become a joke between the two of them. It gave Ron a sense of comfort.
"Where's Harry? He's missing out on this wonderful homework that someone- I'm not saying who- won't help us with." Ron retalliated.
Hermione scribbled something on the piece of paper she was writing on. "You know Harry...probably stuffing his face with the candy that Hagrid sent him for Christmas. We really must tell him that too many fizzing whizbees cause an extraordinary amount of cavaties," she said semi-seriously, smiling.
"Heh, heh. I'll go find him." Ron got up so fast that he almost knocked over the little table. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't tell Hermione that he loved her.
"Wait Ron, take this. Hermione gave him the folded paper that she was just writing on. "It's...uh...homework...," Hermione said in a yes-i'm-so-obviously-lying tone.
Ron missed it completely (yes, our favorite red-headed character is a bit thick sometimes), and said, "wow, thanks Hermione!" He raced away from her, and ran up the stairs to the dormitory.
AGAIN, Ron had chickened out. AGAIN. He felt like such a loser that he sat down smack on the floor of the hallway. He curiously opened the tightly folded "homework" and looked at it, expecting to see the transfiguration essay in Hermione's neat handwriting. Instead, it said:
"Dear Ron: I don't know really how to put this into words, but I'm just going to say it. I like you. No, wait, I really like you. I love you. Please, don't be freaked out. It's just that you're the nicest, sweetest, kind-hearted, guy I've met. We've known each other for a long time, and you're one of my best friends. I'm not usually like this, writing a note instead of being direct, but your opinion of me matters so much. I've been debating whether or not to confess my feelings to you, but I just finally had to. I wouldn't have done this if I hadn't gotten just a little more than a hint that you wouldn't return my feelings. So I'm going to ask you a question. Do you love me as much as I love you?"
Ron blinked his eyes, making sure that he didn't make up what was written. He didn't. The words stared up at him, expecting an answer.
"Yes Hermione, I do love you," he said.
***
a/n. Yes, Hermione, our daring heroine is the first to make a move! She only did it cuz of how much she loves Ron. Girl-power!!! Again, Harry is practically non-existant. Reviews = yay!! ^_^.