Ahhhhh… my computer won't open Microsoft word, but this computer's works…
here goes.
First… thank u all that reviewed! You rule!
Also, my friend Lee absolutely positively RULES! Why? Because, unlike most of my friends, he gives a damn about me… no offence to those friends of mine reading this. Some of you I have not confided in, some of you give a damn, and some of you don't care and piss the hell out of me. (Shu Hutchinson, not to name names.)
Second… I have 101 reviews!!! I'm greedy and selfish and want more!!! MORE!!!
Third… it's beautiful out, severe thunderstorm warning~ rain and thunder and I love it
Fourth… I have severe life issues, which is both good and bad.
Good: I'm depressed again and I write depressing stories best when I'm depressed, plus I'm on spring break so I might be able to get back in my habit of updating way too often for it to be normal.
Bad: I'm depressed and my life sucks and I'm miserable which just plain sucks. I am Mia from the Princess Diaries.
Fifth… disclaimer: I own nothing, I own nothing, none none none!
Sixth… someone told me that I was being melodramatic, well honestly- have you ever had someone you know suffer from cancer? Because it IS a very dramatic experience, plus if you don't want to read something dramatic don't read a story in the cross genres of DRAMA and ROMANCE. I'm sorry if this is to sappy for your taste, but I want it to be like that, it's the kind of crap that I like and I am the writer here, am I not? Sorry if I took it the wrong way or something, but I find that to be just a tad ridiculous.
Ron's POV
"Where she was when she was petrified…"
That was so long ago…
You know, back then things were different… it hurt like hell when I realized that she might be gone forever. Now, now I think it hurts worse… when she was petrified and Ginny was taken and- we never talk about second year. We talk about first, third, even fourth year on occasion; we never talk about second year.
Oh, she looks so helpless…
"Hey." Harry said calmly. How can he be so calm?!
"Hi guys." Her voice is so quiet… it scares me.
"Ron? Come on, it's not that bad. Did you take good notes today? I'll need to copy them and…" she cracked a smile.
"Sorry Hermione, it's just hard seeing you here."
"Why?"
"Well, this is where you were for most of second year… I was miserable when you weren't there to talk to."
"Well, lets not worry about that now. Live in the moment!" she looked dreamily in to outer space before her voice dropped, "It's all I've got."
"Herm-mi-own-ninny, do not be sad."
"What the hell Ron?"
"You know, that dumb bloke had a point."
"Oh really? And what was that?"
I'm amazed she didn't scream her head off. I haven't brought up Vicky in ages. Not since before I knew about her… It's amazing she seems almost amused.
"Your name is long"
"Is that all?"
"Why haven't we ever given you a nickname?"
"I don't know… why haven't you?"
"Minny."
"Pardon?"
"Well, it's better than Ninny."
"Where do you get Ninny?"
"Her-mi-own-ninny"
"Only you Ron… only you."
She shook her head. That hair. She never told me why she changed it… all she said was that she hadn't wanted to.
"Minny?" I asked, trying out the new nickname and finding that it brought a smile to my face. "Why'd you change your hair?"
She bit her lip. She only does that when she's reading or really worried. When she's lighthearted she flips her hair, and when she's studying she sucks or nibbles on the end of her quill. Okay, I'm dozing off.
"I didn't want to."
"So you've said."
I don't like this, she still won't tell me! Where'd Harry go anyway? He did come here didn't he? Oh I'll get him for this, Minny's sick and he just leaves? What's wrong with him? Where'd he go?
"Ron?" I turned around and faced her. What the bloody hell?!
"Is it that bad? I thought it was growing in…" her voice trailed off.
She has no hair… Hermione has no hair. Well, she has some hair. A tiny little bit, but she hasn't got reddish curly hair just passed her shoulders, that's for sure.
"What? What happ? What happened?"
"Chemotherapy."
"What-o-therapy?"
"Chemotherapy, it's a muggle way to treat cancer. It can make your hair fall out."
"So the…"
"It's a wig Ron, you know what a wig is don't you?"
"Yeah, but…" what was I trying to say???
"Why?"
"Yeah, that's the word"
"Because I didn't want to look like a fool! This summer I was totally bald!"
"You wouldn't have looked like a fool… not to me at least."
Oh, why did I say that? Why? Why? Why? You'd think I LIKE looking like a tomato with all the dumb things I say… why did it matter what she looked like this summer anyway? What did she do that was so important? Oh, I get it. She went out to lunch with Vicky, she needs to look great for an international quidditch player.
"Ron? Why are you looking so… angry?"
"You bought that wig for your date with Vicky, right? Wigs are expensive… you spent all that money to look 'presentable' for your date with Krum?! Then what? You had it so you decided to wear it all the time? You knew it bugged me is that why?" oh she makes me so mad! I'd have kept going but I realized she was crying.
I made her cry… again.
"Ron…gosh Ron, why are you so insensitive sometimes? You pay me the sweetest compliment, then go make it an insult."
I don't know what came over me… I meant, I'd kissed her before but it's still weird when I do something that unexpected.
I sat down right next to her- ON HER BED! (Mum would throw a fit) – and I took her in my arms and kissed her cheek and did the unexpected.
"Minny, I'm so sorry."
I don't think I've ever given a straight apology before.
"I'm so sorry Minny, I'm so sorry..." I repeated that into her hair over and over, her tears soaking through my shirt, but I didn't care. I can't believe I made her cry again. I swore to myself that I'd never do that again. But I did, and I had to fix it immediately. I couldn't stand to fight with her. Not now, not when we have so little time left. We have to make the best of what we have, what had she said? Live in the moment.
So we stayed like that for a long time, even after she stopped crying. I think we both just liked the way it felt, sitting there together. Her head resting on my chest, my arms around her, hers around me… it felt perfect, like to puzzle pieces that fit together just right.
"Ron?"
"Yea Minny?"
"I don't want to die." She started crying again.
"I don't want you to either. Just remember what you said: we just have to live in the moment. I don't want to lose you, but I want to spend the time we have together well. It's got to be perfect- like you."
"I…oh, how can you be so sweet sometimes?"
That was sweet? I didn't mean to be sweet. Maybe it's a natural gift… nah, probably just a slip of tongue.
"Your so cute."
I'm cute? When did I get cute? Is cute good? I think it's good, but then again, Ginny calls Pig cute.
"Especially when you're confused."
She's laughing at me because I'm confused! Oh well, at least she's laughing.
"So, Minny, when can I get you out of here?"
"Tomorrow I think."
"Okay, then I have got to go. I'll try and sneak you some real food later, okay?"
"Thanks Ron. Thank you for everything."
I kissed her on the cheek and left, but honestly, what on earth was she thanking me for? I don't deserve anything! I made her cry! I have to get working for tomorrow… it's got to be perfect.
Ok, so how was it?
What's Ron planning? I'll tell you soon enough.
The more reviews, the more tempted I am to write more!
First… thank u all that reviewed! You rule!
Also, my friend Lee absolutely positively RULES! Why? Because, unlike most of my friends, he gives a damn about me… no offence to those friends of mine reading this. Some of you I have not confided in, some of you give a damn, and some of you don't care and piss the hell out of me. (Shu Hutchinson, not to name names.)
Second… I have 101 reviews!!! I'm greedy and selfish and want more!!! MORE!!!
Third… it's beautiful out, severe thunderstorm warning~ rain and thunder and I love it
Fourth… I have severe life issues, which is both good and bad.
Good: I'm depressed again and I write depressing stories best when I'm depressed, plus I'm on spring break so I might be able to get back in my habit of updating way too often for it to be normal.
Bad: I'm depressed and my life sucks and I'm miserable which just plain sucks. I am Mia from the Princess Diaries.
Fifth… disclaimer: I own nothing, I own nothing, none none none!
Sixth… someone told me that I was being melodramatic, well honestly- have you ever had someone you know suffer from cancer? Because it IS a very dramatic experience, plus if you don't want to read something dramatic don't read a story in the cross genres of DRAMA and ROMANCE. I'm sorry if this is to sappy for your taste, but I want it to be like that, it's the kind of crap that I like and I am the writer here, am I not? Sorry if I took it the wrong way or something, but I find that to be just a tad ridiculous.
Ron's POV
"Where she was when she was petrified…"
That was so long ago…
You know, back then things were different… it hurt like hell when I realized that she might be gone forever. Now, now I think it hurts worse… when she was petrified and Ginny was taken and- we never talk about second year. We talk about first, third, even fourth year on occasion; we never talk about second year.
Oh, she looks so helpless…
"Hey." Harry said calmly. How can he be so calm?!
"Hi guys." Her voice is so quiet… it scares me.
"Ron? Come on, it's not that bad. Did you take good notes today? I'll need to copy them and…" she cracked a smile.
"Sorry Hermione, it's just hard seeing you here."
"Why?"
"Well, this is where you were for most of second year… I was miserable when you weren't there to talk to."
"Well, lets not worry about that now. Live in the moment!" she looked dreamily in to outer space before her voice dropped, "It's all I've got."
"Herm-mi-own-ninny, do not be sad."
"What the hell Ron?"
"You know, that dumb bloke had a point."
"Oh really? And what was that?"
I'm amazed she didn't scream her head off. I haven't brought up Vicky in ages. Not since before I knew about her… It's amazing she seems almost amused.
"Your name is long"
"Is that all?"
"Why haven't we ever given you a nickname?"
"I don't know… why haven't you?"
"Minny."
"Pardon?"
"Well, it's better than Ninny."
"Where do you get Ninny?"
"Her-mi-own-ninny"
"Only you Ron… only you."
She shook her head. That hair. She never told me why she changed it… all she said was that she hadn't wanted to.
"Minny?" I asked, trying out the new nickname and finding that it brought a smile to my face. "Why'd you change your hair?"
She bit her lip. She only does that when she's reading or really worried. When she's lighthearted she flips her hair, and when she's studying she sucks or nibbles on the end of her quill. Okay, I'm dozing off.
"I didn't want to."
"So you've said."
I don't like this, she still won't tell me! Where'd Harry go anyway? He did come here didn't he? Oh I'll get him for this, Minny's sick and he just leaves? What's wrong with him? Where'd he go?
"Ron?" I turned around and faced her. What the bloody hell?!
"Is it that bad? I thought it was growing in…" her voice trailed off.
She has no hair… Hermione has no hair. Well, she has some hair. A tiny little bit, but she hasn't got reddish curly hair just passed her shoulders, that's for sure.
"What? What happ? What happened?"
"Chemotherapy."
"What-o-therapy?"
"Chemotherapy, it's a muggle way to treat cancer. It can make your hair fall out."
"So the…"
"It's a wig Ron, you know what a wig is don't you?"
"Yeah, but…" what was I trying to say???
"Why?"
"Yeah, that's the word"
"Because I didn't want to look like a fool! This summer I was totally bald!"
"You wouldn't have looked like a fool… not to me at least."
Oh, why did I say that? Why? Why? Why? You'd think I LIKE looking like a tomato with all the dumb things I say… why did it matter what she looked like this summer anyway? What did she do that was so important? Oh, I get it. She went out to lunch with Vicky, she needs to look great for an international quidditch player.
"Ron? Why are you looking so… angry?"
"You bought that wig for your date with Vicky, right? Wigs are expensive… you spent all that money to look 'presentable' for your date with Krum?! Then what? You had it so you decided to wear it all the time? You knew it bugged me is that why?" oh she makes me so mad! I'd have kept going but I realized she was crying.
I made her cry… again.
"Ron…gosh Ron, why are you so insensitive sometimes? You pay me the sweetest compliment, then go make it an insult."
I don't know what came over me… I meant, I'd kissed her before but it's still weird when I do something that unexpected.
I sat down right next to her- ON HER BED! (Mum would throw a fit) – and I took her in my arms and kissed her cheek and did the unexpected.
"Minny, I'm so sorry."
I don't think I've ever given a straight apology before.
"I'm so sorry Minny, I'm so sorry..." I repeated that into her hair over and over, her tears soaking through my shirt, but I didn't care. I can't believe I made her cry again. I swore to myself that I'd never do that again. But I did, and I had to fix it immediately. I couldn't stand to fight with her. Not now, not when we have so little time left. We have to make the best of what we have, what had she said? Live in the moment.
So we stayed like that for a long time, even after she stopped crying. I think we both just liked the way it felt, sitting there together. Her head resting on my chest, my arms around her, hers around me… it felt perfect, like to puzzle pieces that fit together just right.
"Ron?"
"Yea Minny?"
"I don't want to die." She started crying again.
"I don't want you to either. Just remember what you said: we just have to live in the moment. I don't want to lose you, but I want to spend the time we have together well. It's got to be perfect- like you."
"I…oh, how can you be so sweet sometimes?"
That was sweet? I didn't mean to be sweet. Maybe it's a natural gift… nah, probably just a slip of tongue.
"Your so cute."
I'm cute? When did I get cute? Is cute good? I think it's good, but then again, Ginny calls Pig cute.
"Especially when you're confused."
She's laughing at me because I'm confused! Oh well, at least she's laughing.
"So, Minny, when can I get you out of here?"
"Tomorrow I think."
"Okay, then I have got to go. I'll try and sneak you some real food later, okay?"
"Thanks Ron. Thank you for everything."
I kissed her on the cheek and left, but honestly, what on earth was she thanking me for? I don't deserve anything! I made her cry! I have to get working for tomorrow… it's got to be perfect.
Ok, so how was it?
What's Ron planning? I'll tell you soon enough.
The more reviews, the more tempted I am to write more!
