Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and unfortunately I don't own Ron Weasley either(darn). I have the entire Harry Potter Collection though!=^.^=
Author's Note: Ok, know this story is a little short, but I wrote it to get rid of a disease around scribes called...WRITER'S BLOCK! ::dum, dum, dum:: Hopefully it helped. Hopefully...~o.O~
I saw her kissing him yesterday. Yes, I know, it was just a peck on the cheek, and he is my best friend, he'd been through more than I could ever dream of this school year, but to kiss him? It's bad enough she went to the Yule Ball with some git who can't even say her name right.
It's been raining all day. The weather matches my mood perfectly. A flash of thunder lights up my dark room, and a roar of thunder breaks the endless sound of rain on my rooftop. It's strange, my room is usually brighter than the sun, but now it's about as gloomy as me.
I never could understand what I saw in her. Maybe it was her smile, or how she always stood up for Neville. Honestly, I never really thought her teeth were as huge as people said they were. They were perfect, and after that incident with Malfoy her smile was more dazzling than usual.
Krum doesn't know how lucky he has it. Harry doesn't either. They both have a great shot at her, Harry being a big hero and Krum being the god of seekers. In fact, Harry doesn't even like her like I do. Noone does, not even Krum.
I tried forgetting my feelings for her, I really tried. I teased her, joked about how determined she is about keeping her grades up, I even tried making fun of her behind her back. Although I did a great job hiding it, I couldn't get rid of my feelings.
Then I saw Fleur. She was beautiful, that's for sure. Then only reason I liked Fleur was because of that, but even she couldn't compared to her. Unlike Fluer, she had that spirit, a blind determination to start things and actually get them done. She cared about us, Harry and me, that is. I wish she would care about me more.
I picked up a piece of parchment and a quill, hoping that writing something might rid me of my dreary mood.
Her eyes shine bright with determination
Her hair like the soft fur of a young hippogriff
My only wish, my one desire
is to be with her
Her name I call in my dreams
Her every word I hold on to and cherish
as if it were a treasure like no other
My only wish, my one desire
is to be with her
Her scent is as sweet as the finest perfume
Her touch as gentle as silk
My only wish, my one desire
is to be with her
Even kisses of the rain
Will never compare her love filled embracement
My only wish, my one desire
is to be with her
By the time I finish my poem, the rain stops. I take the parchment, rip it up, and throw it away.
Someday Hermione will love me, too.
~*~*~
Author's Note: Alright, story's over, time for you to reveiw. Did it stink worse than Pepe Le Pew? Or was it better than chocolate? Wait a minute...nothing's better than chocolate...nevermind. Bad flames will be fed to my ever so faithful rabid wolves from Kentucky, and leftovers will go to the blue Arabian monkeys.