Okay so here's the deal. This is a bit of fluff I wrote on a whim. It is my second story, and I don't know how well I did with it. All reviews will therefore be welcome, so long as they are not some off the loop random insult. Otherwise, I'll take what I can get, review wise.
If you, the reader would like this to turn into the base for a longer story, put it into your review. If I get enough reviews I' write the bloody thing, eventually.
Hope you enjoy the story. Thank you.
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Dear Hermione,
I have a feeling you expected me to write, I am after all one of your best friends, I hope at least, despite all the fights. Plus, it is summer break.
I have a feeling you are looking at the letter like I'm daft, questioning our friendship. Hey! I just wanted to be sure.
I have a feeling you're smiling now, well I am too.
I have a feeling that you might be confused with what I say next,
I can't stop hating Krum. He IS too old for you, AND a stupid ugly git
I can't stop remembering that you don't care about those kinds of things, you're friends with me aren't you? I know age doesn't bother you either, I know that it isn't all that important.
I can't stop seeing at the Yule Ball when I saw you, and him. Almost didn't recognize you.
I have a feeling you are remembering the row, awful wasn't it?
I have a feeling you're laughing 'cause you recall that you understood better than I would admit.
I have a feeling that I saw you as the girl you are before that dance. But for the dance, I might not have admitted it. I didn't want to, things with you are too complicated.
I have a feeling that you've guessed where this letter is going. I can almost hear you scoffing, bloody know-it-all. Didn't see that coming did you, Hermione Granger.
I guess now is a good time to mention that nobody hates you for being so smart, well maybe the Slytherins, but then they aren't anybody are they?
I think now you should be told that it wasn't your surprising beauty at that ball that caught who knows how many of our classmates eyes. You were beautiful before, it was just easier to ignore, because you tried so valiantly to hide it.
I believe if I tried to take on all the boys who have given you that special second look, even not including the dance, I... , well, I suppose I'd have been beaten into a bloody pulp from all the fights.
I have a feeling that I sound a bit of a prat, I can't help but thinking I am, a bit of a prat, I mean.
Forgive me, Hermione?
I have a feeling that you might not understand, still not sure I do, but you always were smarter than me weren't you, kinder too, wiser..., anyway, maybe you do understand me, but bear with me and just promise we'll be friends tomorrow.
I can't support you and Victor Krum, or Vicky as I like to call him.
I have a feeling you are fuming now, but before you burn this letter and send me a Howler and a curse, hear me out.
I love you Hermione
There, not so hard. I. Love. You. I'm not going to say, "Oh but I don't expect anything, be happy with Vicky." I want to be with you. I want you to be with me. You may not think so but I can love you better than anyone else, I know you better than you think Hermione and Damn it (yeah, yeah, watch the language Ron) we could work. I may not be any sort of Golden boy but I will love you. Ugh, getting a little mushy is it not. I reckon you're turning me into quite the bloody pouf. Maybe I can't make you stop being with Vicky, but I really think that we, you and me, we could have something better.
I have a feeling that you're scared. Sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to, scare you that is. See you at school? Until then, here's my corny love line, Remember when I said you were a nightmare in 1st year? I was wrong, you're a dream, my dream. Oh come off it, I can practically hear you laughing already. God I feel awkward, more than usual. I just want to end this travesty (didn't think I even knew that word did you?) by saying that every word is true.
Happy Summer,
Ron Weasley
If you, the reader would like this to turn into the base for a longer story, put it into your review. If I get enough reviews I' write the bloody thing, eventually.
Hope you enjoy the story. Thank you.
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Dear Hermione,
I have a feeling you expected me to write, I am after all one of your best friends, I hope at least, despite all the fights. Plus, it is summer break.
I have a feeling you are looking at the letter like I'm daft, questioning our friendship. Hey! I just wanted to be sure.
I have a feeling you're smiling now, well I am too.
I have a feeling that you might be confused with what I say next,
I can't stop hating Krum. He IS too old for you, AND a stupid ugly git
I can't stop remembering that you don't care about those kinds of things, you're friends with me aren't you? I know age doesn't bother you either, I know that it isn't all that important.
I can't stop seeing at the Yule Ball when I saw you, and him. Almost didn't recognize you.
I have a feeling you are remembering the row, awful wasn't it?
I have a feeling you're laughing 'cause you recall that you understood better than I would admit.
I have a feeling that I saw you as the girl you are before that dance. But for the dance, I might not have admitted it. I didn't want to, things with you are too complicated.
I have a feeling that you've guessed where this letter is going. I can almost hear you scoffing, bloody know-it-all. Didn't see that coming did you, Hermione Granger.
I guess now is a good time to mention that nobody hates you for being so smart, well maybe the Slytherins, but then they aren't anybody are they?
I think now you should be told that it wasn't your surprising beauty at that ball that caught who knows how many of our classmates eyes. You were beautiful before, it was just easier to ignore, because you tried so valiantly to hide it.
I believe if I tried to take on all the boys who have given you that special second look, even not including the dance, I... , well, I suppose I'd have been beaten into a bloody pulp from all the fights.
I have a feeling that I sound a bit of a prat, I can't help but thinking I am, a bit of a prat, I mean.
Forgive me, Hermione?
I have a feeling that you might not understand, still not sure I do, but you always were smarter than me weren't you, kinder too, wiser..., anyway, maybe you do understand me, but bear with me and just promise we'll be friends tomorrow.
I can't support you and Victor Krum, or Vicky as I like to call him.
I have a feeling you are fuming now, but before you burn this letter and send me a Howler and a curse, hear me out.
I love you Hermione
There, not so hard. I. Love. You. I'm not going to say, "Oh but I don't expect anything, be happy with Vicky." I want to be with you. I want you to be with me. You may not think so but I can love you better than anyone else, I know you better than you think Hermione and Damn it (yeah, yeah, watch the language Ron) we could work. I may not be any sort of Golden boy but I will love you. Ugh, getting a little mushy is it not. I reckon you're turning me into quite the bloody pouf. Maybe I can't make you stop being with Vicky, but I really think that we, you and me, we could have something better.
I have a feeling that you're scared. Sorry Hermione, I didn't mean to, scare you that is. See you at school? Until then, here's my corny love line, Remember when I said you were a nightmare in 1st year? I was wrong, you're a dream, my dream. Oh come off it, I can practically hear you laughing already. God I feel awkward, more than usual. I just want to end this travesty (didn't think I even knew that word did you?) by saying that every word is true.
Happy Summer,
Ron Weasley
