Title: Ron being Ron.
Rating: PG
Author: Kali Kato (SeekerGurl)
Chapter: Two, "Walks and Sunshine Daisies"
Year: 6th year
Other: This fic is from Ron's POV.
Ships: Ron and Hermione.
Summary: What happens on Ron and Hermione's walk to Hogsmeade? Read on and see!
Notes: Aww, did you guys think I was eviiiiiiil? ^~ I wasn't planning on doing chapter 2, or writing anymore at all. But since you asked... here it is! I guess I should finish this fic more appropriately. I just wanted to thank all you lovely reviewers for encouraging me. Oh, Gigaku, thanks for pointing out you can not apparate in Hogwarts. I forgot. _ Lets just pretend teachers can. ^^
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the mighty J.K. Rowling.
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Well, here I am again. The great, all powerful, wizardly, courageous, the one and only.... Ronald Weasley!
Ha, yeah right. Did I fool you for a second?
I think it would be interesting, though. If I was great, and powerful, and collected. I can just see it.
I could walk right into Bulgaria, and bop that Victor Krum on the head something good! That git would never know what hit him. He'd fall over flat. Me with my bulging muscels and charming smile... yeah, thats right.
Ahem.
Where was I? Oh, right.
I'm none of those things.
Sure, I'm rather tall. But I'm not nearly as tall as Krum. I swear, that guy sure drank his milk with wheaties when he was a kid. I have muscels, but they are just regular puberty muscels. They aren't well toned with years of Quidditch, like Krum's. And yes, I do come from a mighty wizarding family, not one of us a muggle, but even then, my magical skills need some work. Once in a while when I cast a supposedly easy spell, my wand will backfire, or it'll end up all wrong. My potions never turn out right, and my divination skills are never up to par. I'm almost positive that Krum is perfect at everything. Well, except saying Hermione's name right, that is.
Sometimes I wonder, okay, most of the time I wonder what she likes in that guy. I know he's a powerful quidditch star and everything, but that doesn't mean he's got it all. His eyebrows are two close together, he needs a shave, and he walks all slouched over. Why would she want a guy like that?
Maybe I'm being too hard on Krum. I'm sure Hermione has good reason to date and snog him. Or maybe he seduced her. I wouldn't put it past him. He certainly isn't perfect.
Not that I don't have my faults. My hair is so orange-red, you can spot me from miles away. And yes, I do have my trademark dopey grin thats plastered on my face all the time. But I do have my charm.
But... some people don't notice or want my red hair and charm.
Like Hermione.
She's never actually said that, of course. But sometimes I can't help but think it.
Then again, there was that little noticeable hand touch at the end of transfiguration class. But I've come to the fact that she's just being herself. Wonderful, sassy, beautiful Hermione.
I suppose I should stop thinking those things. She'll never be mine, no matter how much I wish it.
I wonder if its good or bad...that I'm going to lunch with her in Hogsmeade.. alone. I'm not going to make a move for her or anything, thats not why I'm not sure if I should go. Its just that Harry is usually with us 99% of the time we go out. It'll be odd, just her and me. What if we can't find anything to talk about? Then again, I'm probably overworking my imagination. It'll be fine. There is no reason to be nervous. And why the hell am I sweating right now? I'm just standing in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for her to come down from her dorm.
I suddenly notice that a lot of the students don't really notice me. Not a wave or a simple "Hi" from any of them. I guess thats the way its supposed to be. When Harry and I are together, everyone notices him. Its always "Harry, excellent match on Thursday" or "Your the school's hero, Harry." Its obvious that I'm just his red haired sidekick. I know Harry doesn't think of it like that, but I can't help but realize that I'm second rate. I wasn't the one who escaped Voldemort. I was just a Weasley, the youngest brother of the bunch.
I can't even get the girl. Who happened to be standing in front of me right now.
"Oh, Hello Hermione." I said calmly.
"Did I come at a bad time? You seemed lost in thought..." She asked thoughtfully.
"No, no, I'm ready to go." I said, giving her my most charming Weasley grin. She smiled back at me.
I noticed she had ditched her Hogwarts robe. She wore a gray sweater vest with the Gryffindor crest, and a knee-high traditional school skirt. I never noticed her in these clothes before, considering the robe covered up most of our day clothes. I swear you could be naked under those things, and no one would ever know the difference.
We approached the Fat Lady, who asked for the password. I scratched my head, I'd suddenly forgot it. Although, that wasn't rare for me.
"Lovelife."
Hermione had remembered for me.
No wonder I didn't remember the password. I didn't have a lovelife to call my own.
We stepped out of the Coomon room, and made our way to the front gate. On the way we passed the Great hall, where nearly half of Hogwarts was eating. I stopped at the huge double doors and glanced around. They seemed to be having ribs and corn soup for lunch. I spotted Harry and Cho, dining like the rest.
"Ron, don't stare!"
I looked ahead to Hermione, she had her arms crossed in front of her, in typical Hermione fashion. She approached me and shook her head. I blushed slightly, knowing I was gonna hear it.
"I-I wasn't staring, Mione!" I said in rather defensive tone.
She raised her eyebrows, and nodded over to where Harry and Cho were sitting.
"Its rude!"
I looked back to Cho and Harry, to see that they were now sharing a kiss.
"I wasn't looking at that!" I said.
"Right...." She said, rolling her eyes.
I knew I wasn't going to win this argument. She saw something I didn't. I would never spy on Harry and Cho's "moment," I certainly wouldn't want anyone staring at me in that type of situation. If I ever got to be in one of those situations, that is.
Hermione hit my arm playfully, rolling her eyes again.
"Lets just go," she said.
I was right of course, about our quarrel, even if she didn't know it.
Although I had to admit, she was pretty cute when she rolled her eyes.
The trip to Hogsmeade was pretty uneventful. We had to walk for about a mile or two, on a beaten path surronded by acres of meadows, trees, and beautiful flowers. Once in awhile a few students would jog past us, obviously to the same destination as us. Younger students were walking with teachers, much like we had done in third year. Now that we were in our sixth year, we no longer needed to be escorted. It was nice, just walking along as the sun beat down on us. I now regreted not leaving my robe at school... it was hot outside.
Hermione was in a good mood, our argument forgotten. She skipped happily along the road while I walked. I had my hands in my pant pockets, trying not to watch her. I knew if I stared at her, she'd notice and probably be upset. She was, afterall, a dating girl. Taken and off the market.
I had to stop thinking of her in that way, I was going to drive myself crazy.
"Hey, Ron, look at that!"
I stoped in the path and looked over Hermione's outstretched finger to a patch of rather pretty blue flowers.
"That?" I said, shrugging.
"Yes, those, aren't they beautiful." She said, smiling.
"I guess." I said.
"Oh, Ron, don't you see the beauty?'
What I wanted to say was, "Yes, the flowers are beautiful, but Its you I find so attractive."
Of course, I didn't say that. I wasn't insane. Instead I said:
"What? You want one?" I asked her.
"Ronald Weasley! You know very well we aren't allowed to walk on the grass!"
I shrugged and grinned, "Thats never stopped me before."
She shook her head and mumbled something about rules. I laughed and hopped over the little white fence guarding that precious grass. I reached the flowers, and noted that they were very bright, probably under some no-aging/no-dying spell or something. I broke one off, careful to keep the stem intact. I hopped over the fence, and found Hermione still shaking her head.
I thought about just handing her the flower, but then a very diffeent idea popped into my head.
She stared up at me and looked more than a little worried about my antics. But before she could say anything about responsibility, I moved my hand up into her hair, and moved a stary strand away from her ear. She looked more than surprised. I tried not to enjoy the soft feeling of her brown hair, but it was a little hard not to notice how curly and soft and clean it was. I checked the flower stem for thorns, but there was none. I then took the flower and placed it behind her ear, twisting small strands of hair around the stem, making it stay in place. All the while I did this, I could feel her eyes upon me, watching me. When I was done, I removed my hand from her hair, even though it was very hard to not just stay like that all day, in the soft glow of the sun, standing so close to her. She brought her hand up to her hair and touched the flower, she then looked at me and smiled.
"Thank you, Ron, its beautiful."
Once again, all I wanted to say was: "Yes, the flower is beautiful, but Its you I find so attractive."
But of course, I didn't say that.
Instead, we made our way to Hogsmeade.
~fin...for now~
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Thanks for reading chapter 2;
I am only planning on five (ok, maybe six, or less, depends on how I go about it!) chapters, just to warn ya! Please review! :)
Rating: PG
Author: Kali Kato (SeekerGurl)
Chapter: Two, "Walks and Sunshine Daisies"
Year: 6th year
Other: This fic is from Ron's POV.
Ships: Ron and Hermione.
Summary: What happens on Ron and Hermione's walk to Hogsmeade? Read on and see!
Notes: Aww, did you guys think I was eviiiiiiil? ^~ I wasn't planning on doing chapter 2, or writing anymore at all. But since you asked... here it is! I guess I should finish this fic more appropriately. I just wanted to thank all you lovely reviewers for encouraging me. Oh, Gigaku, thanks for pointing out you can not apparate in Hogwarts. I forgot. _ Lets just pretend teachers can. ^^
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the mighty J.K. Rowling.
_________________________________________________________________________________
Well, here I am again. The great, all powerful, wizardly, courageous, the one and only.... Ronald Weasley!
Ha, yeah right. Did I fool you for a second?
I think it would be interesting, though. If I was great, and powerful, and collected. I can just see it.
I could walk right into Bulgaria, and bop that Victor Krum on the head something good! That git would never know what hit him. He'd fall over flat. Me with my bulging muscels and charming smile... yeah, thats right.
Ahem.
Where was I? Oh, right.
I'm none of those things.
Sure, I'm rather tall. But I'm not nearly as tall as Krum. I swear, that guy sure drank his milk with wheaties when he was a kid. I have muscels, but they are just regular puberty muscels. They aren't well toned with years of Quidditch, like Krum's. And yes, I do come from a mighty wizarding family, not one of us a muggle, but even then, my magical skills need some work. Once in a while when I cast a supposedly easy spell, my wand will backfire, or it'll end up all wrong. My potions never turn out right, and my divination skills are never up to par. I'm almost positive that Krum is perfect at everything. Well, except saying Hermione's name right, that is.
Sometimes I wonder, okay, most of the time I wonder what she likes in that guy. I know he's a powerful quidditch star and everything, but that doesn't mean he's got it all. His eyebrows are two close together, he needs a shave, and he walks all slouched over. Why would she want a guy like that?
Maybe I'm being too hard on Krum. I'm sure Hermione has good reason to date and snog him. Or maybe he seduced her. I wouldn't put it past him. He certainly isn't perfect.
Not that I don't have my faults. My hair is so orange-red, you can spot me from miles away. And yes, I do have my trademark dopey grin thats plastered on my face all the time. But I do have my charm.
But... some people don't notice or want my red hair and charm.
Like Hermione.
She's never actually said that, of course. But sometimes I can't help but think it.
Then again, there was that little noticeable hand touch at the end of transfiguration class. But I've come to the fact that she's just being herself. Wonderful, sassy, beautiful Hermione.
I suppose I should stop thinking those things. She'll never be mine, no matter how much I wish it.
I wonder if its good or bad...that I'm going to lunch with her in Hogsmeade.. alone. I'm not going to make a move for her or anything, thats not why I'm not sure if I should go. Its just that Harry is usually with us 99% of the time we go out. It'll be odd, just her and me. What if we can't find anything to talk about? Then again, I'm probably overworking my imagination. It'll be fine. There is no reason to be nervous. And why the hell am I sweating right now? I'm just standing in the Gryffindor common room, waiting for her to come down from her dorm.
I suddenly notice that a lot of the students don't really notice me. Not a wave or a simple "Hi" from any of them. I guess thats the way its supposed to be. When Harry and I are together, everyone notices him. Its always "Harry, excellent match on Thursday" or "Your the school's hero, Harry." Its obvious that I'm just his red haired sidekick. I know Harry doesn't think of it like that, but I can't help but realize that I'm second rate. I wasn't the one who escaped Voldemort. I was just a Weasley, the youngest brother of the bunch.
I can't even get the girl. Who happened to be standing in front of me right now.
"Oh, Hello Hermione." I said calmly.
"Did I come at a bad time? You seemed lost in thought..." She asked thoughtfully.
"No, no, I'm ready to go." I said, giving her my most charming Weasley grin. She smiled back at me.
I noticed she had ditched her Hogwarts robe. She wore a gray sweater vest with the Gryffindor crest, and a knee-high traditional school skirt. I never noticed her in these clothes before, considering the robe covered up most of our day clothes. I swear you could be naked under those things, and no one would ever know the difference.
We approached the Fat Lady, who asked for the password. I scratched my head, I'd suddenly forgot it. Although, that wasn't rare for me.
"Lovelife."
Hermione had remembered for me.
No wonder I didn't remember the password. I didn't have a lovelife to call my own.
We stepped out of the Coomon room, and made our way to the front gate. On the way we passed the Great hall, where nearly half of Hogwarts was eating. I stopped at the huge double doors and glanced around. They seemed to be having ribs and corn soup for lunch. I spotted Harry and Cho, dining like the rest.
"Ron, don't stare!"
I looked ahead to Hermione, she had her arms crossed in front of her, in typical Hermione fashion. She approached me and shook her head. I blushed slightly, knowing I was gonna hear it.
"I-I wasn't staring, Mione!" I said in rather defensive tone.
She raised her eyebrows, and nodded over to where Harry and Cho were sitting.
"Its rude!"
I looked back to Cho and Harry, to see that they were now sharing a kiss.
"I wasn't looking at that!" I said.
"Right...." She said, rolling her eyes.
I knew I wasn't going to win this argument. She saw something I didn't. I would never spy on Harry and Cho's "moment," I certainly wouldn't want anyone staring at me in that type of situation. If I ever got to be in one of those situations, that is.
Hermione hit my arm playfully, rolling her eyes again.
"Lets just go," she said.
I was right of course, about our quarrel, even if she didn't know it.
Although I had to admit, she was pretty cute when she rolled her eyes.
The trip to Hogsmeade was pretty uneventful. We had to walk for about a mile or two, on a beaten path surronded by acres of meadows, trees, and beautiful flowers. Once in awhile a few students would jog past us, obviously to the same destination as us. Younger students were walking with teachers, much like we had done in third year. Now that we were in our sixth year, we no longer needed to be escorted. It was nice, just walking along as the sun beat down on us. I now regreted not leaving my robe at school... it was hot outside.
Hermione was in a good mood, our argument forgotten. She skipped happily along the road while I walked. I had my hands in my pant pockets, trying not to watch her. I knew if I stared at her, she'd notice and probably be upset. She was, afterall, a dating girl. Taken and off the market.
I had to stop thinking of her in that way, I was going to drive myself crazy.
"Hey, Ron, look at that!"
I stoped in the path and looked over Hermione's outstretched finger to a patch of rather pretty blue flowers.
"That?" I said, shrugging.
"Yes, those, aren't they beautiful." She said, smiling.
"I guess." I said.
"Oh, Ron, don't you see the beauty?'
What I wanted to say was, "Yes, the flowers are beautiful, but Its you I find so attractive."
Of course, I didn't say that. I wasn't insane. Instead I said:
"What? You want one?" I asked her.
"Ronald Weasley! You know very well we aren't allowed to walk on the grass!"
I shrugged and grinned, "Thats never stopped me before."
She shook her head and mumbled something about rules. I laughed and hopped over the little white fence guarding that precious grass. I reached the flowers, and noted that they were very bright, probably under some no-aging/no-dying spell or something. I broke one off, careful to keep the stem intact. I hopped over the fence, and found Hermione still shaking her head.
I thought about just handing her the flower, but then a very diffeent idea popped into my head.
She stared up at me and looked more than a little worried about my antics. But before she could say anything about responsibility, I moved my hand up into her hair, and moved a stary strand away from her ear. She looked more than surprised. I tried not to enjoy the soft feeling of her brown hair, but it was a little hard not to notice how curly and soft and clean it was. I checked the flower stem for thorns, but there was none. I then took the flower and placed it behind her ear, twisting small strands of hair around the stem, making it stay in place. All the while I did this, I could feel her eyes upon me, watching me. When I was done, I removed my hand from her hair, even though it was very hard to not just stay like that all day, in the soft glow of the sun, standing so close to her. She brought her hand up to her hair and touched the flower, she then looked at me and smiled.
"Thank you, Ron, its beautiful."
Once again, all I wanted to say was: "Yes, the flower is beautiful, but Its you I find so attractive."
But of course, I didn't say that.
Instead, we made our way to Hogsmeade.
~fin...for now~
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Thanks for reading chapter 2;
I am only planning on five (ok, maybe six, or less, depends on how I go about it!) chapters, just to warn ya! Please review! :)