Wherever You Will Go
She looked at him from across the common room, her throat constricting. He was smiling again; his bright, wide smile that could beckon the sun to come out even on the bleakest of winter days. He sensed her gaze and looked back at her, his eyes still blazing from his laugh at something Harry had said.
"C'mon! Join the fun!" Ron waved at her, gesturing to come over and join the circle. Gwen sighed heavily and set down her Potions schoolwork, walking over to her circle of friends, Ron making space by him for her.
Gwen's arms were covered in goosebumps from them brushing against Ron's as they laughed. He was so close...
Gwen finally had to admit it to herself, a feeling she'd been keeping in with all of her other secrets.
She loved Ron Weasley.
That night, while everyone was chatting madly in the common room about the Quidditch match that was to occur the next day, Gwen was writing hastily in her notebook. She wrote what she felt, all the emotions that were clogging her senses and made her feel groggy.
I made a promise to myself a couple years ago. I said I'd never fall in love, I said that no one can be trusted. I mean, look at my Mom and dad, she ended up leaving us completely, and he takes his rage out by abusing his only child. Not a nice pairing, if you ask me.
I was naive then, I guess, I didn't know that once you felt that sharp tug on your heart that you'd be overwhelmed, suffocated even, by thoughts. Thoughts of how it would feel for someone to love me. Thoughts of how it would feel for Ron to love me.
He ruined my promise with his smile and his eyes and his laugh. He ruined it with his thoughts and his comforts.
I can only hope that he feels the same way about me. I can only hope...
Someone came in the room, and Gwen quickly hid her notebook under her bed. It was Parvati and Lavender, giggling and whispering madly.
Gwen sighed again. She had yet to finish writing down the thoughts that remained in her head, but didn't dare when Pavarti and Lavender were in the room. She feared that they might catch a glimpse of the paper and spread it around Hogwarts, being the gossip queens of the school. Gwen would simply die of embarrassment if Ron found out she loved him.
Hermione entered the dorm, looking slightly dishelved.
"Where were you, Hermione?" Parvati giggled.
"Yeah, were you snogging with Harry?" Lavender added, breaking into a fit of giggles. Hermione and Harry had left the common room through the portrait hole when Gwen was still downstairs.
Hermione blushed a deep crimson, and Gwen knew that Lavender's question had been true. Harry and Hermione had been involved romantically since the beginning of the school term, and Gwen thought they were absolutely perfect together.
"Erm, maybe..." Hermione sat down on her bed, her mouth spreading into a goofy grin.
After hearing Hermione's story of how romantic it was when the silver moonlight streaked down through the windows on them, Gwen realized she had left her Potions homework in the common room. Hoping it hadn't been taken, she tip toped down the stairs, the room lit only by the glow of the dying fire. Looking to one of the tables, she noticed her potions work wasn't there.
"Ugh, Snape's going to kill me..." Gwen talked to herself absent-mindedly, probably from years of being by herself.
"You looking for this?" She turned around quickly, surprised by the voice. It was Ron, holding her parchment. "I was going to go up and give it to you, but you weren't there." He looked at his feet, and Gwen saw his ears go pink.
"Thank you so much!" She gave him a hug, surprised by even her own actions.
"Gwen ... meet me here tomorrow night at twelve? I have something to tell you." Ron pulled away from their hug, his eyes pleading.
"Okay. I will." Gwen had no idea what he had to talk with her about, but she was overjoyed to spend some time alone with Ron. She grinned, walking slowly up the stairs, Ron's minty smell still lingering about her.
The next morning, Gwen excitedly got out of bed, hoping the day would pass quickly. She hoped Ron's news was going to be good.
Her classes seemed to pass by incredibly slow that day, the time slowly inching its way towards midnight. In Potions, Neville managed to fill the room with gray swirling smoke in the process of making a sleeping potion. Gwen coughed and waved her hand in front of her mouth, just glad that it was her last class of the day.
She laid in bed, listening carefully to the soft snores of the girls she shared a dorm with. Hermione was dreaming of Harry, whispering his name several times, while Gwen noticed that Parvati didn't change at all while unconscious: she was giggling.
At twelve, Gwen rushed down the stairs. Before reaching the bottom, she realized she may seem too anxious, so, slowing down, she flattened her hair with her hands.
Ron was sitting in an overstuffed arm chair facing the glowing fireplace, the red light only making his hair more entrancing. He turned to face Gwen, a smile placed on his dimly lit face.
"Gwyneth..." He hardly ever used her full name, only in times when he was being truly serious. "I've been wanting to tell you something for so long." He placed his hands on her hips, pulled her close. Her breathing quickened. This is what she had been dreaming of...
Ron placed his lips on Gwen's, giving in to the emotions that overtook him. He had loved her for so long, and the realization he was admitting it was amazing. They kissed sweetly, and it seemed to Gwen as if Ron was pouring life into her, pouring his very soul. The warmth of the kiss spread throughout her body, to all of her limbs. When he kissed her, she didn't feel dull compared to his brightness. He bathed her in his own light, he shared it.
He made her feel beautiful.
She looked at him from across the common room, her throat constricting. He was smiling again; his bright, wide smile that could beckon the sun to come out even on the bleakest of winter days. He sensed her gaze and looked back at her, his eyes still blazing from his laugh at something Harry had said.
"C'mon! Join the fun!" Ron waved at her, gesturing to come over and join the circle. Gwen sighed heavily and set down her Potions schoolwork, walking over to her circle of friends, Ron making space by him for her.
Gwen's arms were covered in goosebumps from them brushing against Ron's as they laughed. He was so close...
Gwen finally had to admit it to herself, a feeling she'd been keeping in with all of her other secrets.
She loved Ron Weasley.
That night, while everyone was chatting madly in the common room about the Quidditch match that was to occur the next day, Gwen was writing hastily in her notebook. She wrote what she felt, all the emotions that were clogging her senses and made her feel groggy.
I made a promise to myself a couple years ago. I said I'd never fall in love, I said that no one can be trusted. I mean, look at my Mom and dad, she ended up leaving us completely, and he takes his rage out by abusing his only child. Not a nice pairing, if you ask me.
I was naive then, I guess, I didn't know that once you felt that sharp tug on your heart that you'd be overwhelmed, suffocated even, by thoughts. Thoughts of how it would feel for someone to love me. Thoughts of how it would feel for Ron to love me.
He ruined my promise with his smile and his eyes and his laugh. He ruined it with his thoughts and his comforts.
I can only hope that he feels the same way about me. I can only hope...
Someone came in the room, and Gwen quickly hid her notebook under her bed. It was Parvati and Lavender, giggling and whispering madly.
Gwen sighed again. She had yet to finish writing down the thoughts that remained in her head, but didn't dare when Pavarti and Lavender were in the room. She feared that they might catch a glimpse of the paper and spread it around Hogwarts, being the gossip queens of the school. Gwen would simply die of embarrassment if Ron found out she loved him.
Hermione entered the dorm, looking slightly dishelved.
"Where were you, Hermione?" Parvati giggled.
"Yeah, were you snogging with Harry?" Lavender added, breaking into a fit of giggles. Hermione and Harry had left the common room through the portrait hole when Gwen was still downstairs.
Hermione blushed a deep crimson, and Gwen knew that Lavender's question had been true. Harry and Hermione had been involved romantically since the beginning of the school term, and Gwen thought they were absolutely perfect together.
"Erm, maybe..." Hermione sat down on her bed, her mouth spreading into a goofy grin.
After hearing Hermione's story of how romantic it was when the silver moonlight streaked down through the windows on them, Gwen realized she had left her Potions homework in the common room. Hoping it hadn't been taken, she tip toped down the stairs, the room lit only by the glow of the dying fire. Looking to one of the tables, she noticed her potions work wasn't there.
"Ugh, Snape's going to kill me..." Gwen talked to herself absent-mindedly, probably from years of being by herself.
"You looking for this?" She turned around quickly, surprised by the voice. It was Ron, holding her parchment. "I was going to go up and give it to you, but you weren't there." He looked at his feet, and Gwen saw his ears go pink.
"Thank you so much!" She gave him a hug, surprised by even her own actions.
"Gwen ... meet me here tomorrow night at twelve? I have something to tell you." Ron pulled away from their hug, his eyes pleading.
"Okay. I will." Gwen had no idea what he had to talk with her about, but she was overjoyed to spend some time alone with Ron. She grinned, walking slowly up the stairs, Ron's minty smell still lingering about her.
The next morning, Gwen excitedly got out of bed, hoping the day would pass quickly. She hoped Ron's news was going to be good.
Her classes seemed to pass by incredibly slow that day, the time slowly inching its way towards midnight. In Potions, Neville managed to fill the room with gray swirling smoke in the process of making a sleeping potion. Gwen coughed and waved her hand in front of her mouth, just glad that it was her last class of the day.
She laid in bed, listening carefully to the soft snores of the girls she shared a dorm with. Hermione was dreaming of Harry, whispering his name several times, while Gwen noticed that Parvati didn't change at all while unconscious: she was giggling.
At twelve, Gwen rushed down the stairs. Before reaching the bottom, she realized she may seem too anxious, so, slowing down, she flattened her hair with her hands.
Ron was sitting in an overstuffed arm chair facing the glowing fireplace, the red light only making his hair more entrancing. He turned to face Gwen, a smile placed on his dimly lit face.
"Gwyneth..." He hardly ever used her full name, only in times when he was being truly serious. "I've been wanting to tell you something for so long." He placed his hands on her hips, pulled her close. Her breathing quickened. This is what she had been dreaming of...
Ron placed his lips on Gwen's, giving in to the emotions that overtook him. He had loved her for so long, and the realization he was admitting it was amazing. They kissed sweetly, and it seemed to Gwen as if Ron was pouring life into her, pouring his very soul. The warmth of the kiss spread throughout her body, to all of her limbs. When he kissed her, she didn't feel dull compared to his brightness. He bathed her in his own light, he shared it.
He made her feel beautiful.