The next night, Ron stood by the Hogwarts Lake with a rose in his hand. He
had seen the new girl come visit the lake every night during the break
after dinner since she had come; all he had to do was go out of dinner
early and wait for her. Now he stood, watching every movement of the night,
in case it was the girl- the one he'd been waiting for.
Tonight was the night. Tonight he had to learn her name.
He saw somebody sitting by the lake near him. He looked harder to see it was the girl.
He nearly slapped himself for not paying any attention. Ron crept over to her, and then silently sat down beside her. "Here's a rose to you." He said.
The girl nearly jumped a foot into the air, and then clutched her chest with one hand when she saw that it was Ron.
"Ron! You scared me!"
Ron leaned forward to touch the girl's thin, brown arm, "I am truly sorry, my dear." He handed the rose to her, and she took it.
"Oh Ron, I…" She stammered when she stared at it.
"Yes, my fairest?"
She turned to face him, and his heart leaped when he saw her brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight, "I really can't believe this!" She smiled, and Ron felt his insides melting like ice cream in the summer.
"What?" he answered.
"The most popular guy at Hogwarts likes me!"
Ron felt his brow crease with jealously. "Who?!"
"You!" She laughed, "Everybody's talking about your broomstick- skateboard thing that you did yesterday. And you said you did it for ME!"
Ron smiled in the darkness, "Of course. I had to impress you, so you would not think I was some kind of geek."
"I never did! The first day I was here, you tried to make me feel welcomed, and you called me 'My Dear'. And when you did the broom thing I just…"
Ron moved closer to her, "It was all for you." He began to stroke her cheek with two of his fingers. She took his hand, and they held hands and stared out at the lake.
"So will you tell me?" Ron turned his head to say.
She turned her head back, "Tell you what?"
"Tell me what your name is."
"Oh! Yes. My name is…"
Footsteps were heard from behind, and Hermione's voice, now shrill, was behind them.
"RON!" She gasped, "I've been looking for you! What are you doing out here with her?!" She waved a hand towards the girl, "This isn't like you! Your homework's not even done!"
Ron stood up to face Hermione, "I don't care about my homework! I am out here because I just wanted some air, and I wanted to get to know her better!" He pointed towards the girl who was blushing in the darkness.
"Well, it's time to come inside anyways." Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and began to drag him.
"I'll find out our name!" He called back to the girl, who was staring sadly at him.
'Why does everyone always have to interrupt, and when they say I have to go, they have to pull me along?' Ron thought angrily.
Tonight was the night. Tonight he had to learn her name.
He saw somebody sitting by the lake near him. He looked harder to see it was the girl.
He nearly slapped himself for not paying any attention. Ron crept over to her, and then silently sat down beside her. "Here's a rose to you." He said.
The girl nearly jumped a foot into the air, and then clutched her chest with one hand when she saw that it was Ron.
"Ron! You scared me!"
Ron leaned forward to touch the girl's thin, brown arm, "I am truly sorry, my dear." He handed the rose to her, and she took it.
"Oh Ron, I…" She stammered when she stared at it.
"Yes, my fairest?"
She turned to face him, and his heart leaped when he saw her brown eyes sparkle in the moonlight, "I really can't believe this!" She smiled, and Ron felt his insides melting like ice cream in the summer.
"What?" he answered.
"The most popular guy at Hogwarts likes me!"
Ron felt his brow crease with jealously. "Who?!"
"You!" She laughed, "Everybody's talking about your broomstick- skateboard thing that you did yesterday. And you said you did it for ME!"
Ron smiled in the darkness, "Of course. I had to impress you, so you would not think I was some kind of geek."
"I never did! The first day I was here, you tried to make me feel welcomed, and you called me 'My Dear'. And when you did the broom thing I just…"
Ron moved closer to her, "It was all for you." He began to stroke her cheek with two of his fingers. She took his hand, and they held hands and stared out at the lake.
"So will you tell me?" Ron turned his head to say.
She turned her head back, "Tell you what?"
"Tell me what your name is."
"Oh! Yes. My name is…"
Footsteps were heard from behind, and Hermione's voice, now shrill, was behind them.
"RON!" She gasped, "I've been looking for you! What are you doing out here with her?!" She waved a hand towards the girl, "This isn't like you! Your homework's not even done!"
Ron stood up to face Hermione, "I don't care about my homework! I am out here because I just wanted some air, and I wanted to get to know her better!" He pointed towards the girl who was blushing in the darkness.
"Well, it's time to come inside anyways." Hermione grabbed Ron's arm and began to drag him.
"I'll find out our name!" He called back to the girl, who was staring sadly at him.
'Why does everyone always have to interrupt, and when they say I have to go, they have to pull me along?' Ron thought angrily.