Mashed Potato
A/N. Well, this is a little ficcy based around the poem below. It's a soliloquy (don't know if it all will be 'cause I gotta get the potato in) about how Ron really feels about a certain girl (hence the poem...so Ron.) I half wrote it in rough then decided to type it straight up which is something I don't often do...but hey, lets walk on the wild side, just this once.
Chapter One: Mashed Potato
Mashed Potato/Love Poem.
If I ever had to choose between you
and a third helping of mashed potato,
(whipped lightly with a fork
not whisked,
and a little pool of butter
melting in the middle...)
I think
I'd choose
the mashed potato
But I'd choose you next.
By Sidney Hoddes
Look, This Is Stupid. You know it's stupid, Ron Weasley, don't you? You do realise you don't have a hope in Hell to be with her. Why would she choose you over Krum? Viktor Krum that is. You know, the one who was picked for the tournament, the one who actually had the courage to ask her to the Ball. Oh yeah, don't forget the fact that he's an international Quidditch player. But he's no competition is he? No, of course not, you're Ron Weasley, the tall one with the hand-me-down robes and freckles.
The one who makes her cry.
It's funny. Although I know I've got no chance with a smart, sophisticated girl like her, sometimes I think maybe...just maybe... Sometimes when she looks at me and smiles in a certain way, I forget all about Krum, I forget who I am.
I drown in the smile.
I say the stupidest things around her too. I know as I'm saying them that I shouldn't be, I know the words will hurt her.
But I don't have enough intelligence to shut up.
Maybe if I were Harry I'd have a chance. I mean, he's...well, Harry and...
'Ron are you going to eat that or are you just going to sit there and make a tower out of it?'
Ron was jerked out of his musings and looked angrily at the person who had just spoken.
'Hermione, what are you talking about? Can't you leave me alone? I was thinking, can't a person think and eat here!'
'Ron, you weren't exactly eating,' said Harry, matter-of-factly, indicating to Ron's plate. 'You can't blame us to be worried about you. I mean, you don't expect your friend to change their eating pattern after four years.'
Ron looked down at his plate. Mashed potato. He liked mashed potato so he'd got himself a plateful. But he hadn't eaten any. The tower he made reminded him of Hogwarts and he looked at it for a while before squashing it down and eating it at top speed.
'What pattern?' Hermione was saying. 'You mean shoveling it down before he even sees what he's eating?'
Ron looked up and scowled. He wasn't in the best of moods today and Hermione was grating on his nerves just that little bit too much. Ron felt anger build up inside of him, anger against that fact that she was just sitting there whilst he was in emotional torment, longing to have her. He hated her.
Getting up suddenly he shouted at her;
'You know your problem Hermione, you never know when to shut up, do you? For God's sake just leave me alone.'
The plate smashed to the floor as he stormed out of the Great hall, leaving his two friends wondering what they had done wrong.
A/N. I've just had an idea. I'll stop here and make this story into chapters! I have no idea of the plot here so if anyone would like to review and give me some ideas. OK, so that was chapter one and chapter two will be along when I write it. Wow, this spur of the moment stuff's fun, isn't it?:}
Disclaimer: Oh purlease, if I owned this stuff I'd be writing the 5th book, not writing on here like the obsessed fan that I am. No, seriously, JK owns all this, obviously and a bloke named Sidney Hoddes owns the poem!:}