Ron whistled to himself, as he jauntily hopped up the stairs to the
dormitory. He had had a nice evening with Padma. He didn't really feel any
of that emotional relationship sort of stuff when he thought of her, but
she was good in bed. He liked her enough. He was afraid she was going to
start trying to make their relationship more serious soon, then he'd have
to drop her.
The only girl he felt like that towards, of course didn't return his feelings. So, he'd just have to move on. He'd already moved on, hadn't he? He'd had a couple of girlfriends, of course he hadn't told Hermione about any of these girls, but Harry knew. Harry ALSO knew not to spill to Hermione, because then he'd get a beating. Over the summer, Ron had grown to be almost a foot taller than Harry, and he was starting to fill out well. Harry knew all this, and would DEFINITELY not tell Hermione his secret.
He walked over to his bed, yawning. Some of the other guys had already gone to sleep. Harry wasn't in his bed yet. Ron frowned, wondering where his friend could be. He sighed, and pulled back the sheets, suddenly seeing something he'd forgotten to clean up. He smiled, sheepishly. Ron, reached over to his nightstand for a few tissues, and picked up the condom with them. He rolled it in tissues and tossed it in the trash.
Ron settled into the bed, turning out his light. He was beat. He put his hands behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling. His fingers drifted past what felt like a piece of parchment. He thought he must be dreaming it, but then his fingers grasped at it, and he pulled an envelope out from behind his pillow. He almost laughed at the "Ron" in big letters. Padma must have left it for him. He turned his light back on again, and opened the envelope.
He gasped when he saw the signature. It wasn't Padma at all, it was Hermione. He gulped large breaths of air, and then began to read it.
"Ron,
I don't exactly know how to phrase this, so I'll just come right out and say it, okay? I like you, hell I like you a lot. I've known that I liked you since you risked your life in that chess match, first year. I don't just like you, Ron. I think I'm in love with you. You might not feel the same, but I've got an idea that you might.
Over the summer I thought about you a lot. I didn't go to Bulgaria to visit Viktor. I know you were sore about that, so I thought I should tell you. You see, I never felt that way about him. I never even kissed Viktor. Ron, I want to kiss you. I feel awkward telling all of this to you, but I guess it's something you should know, because hell this its starting to hurt to keep it all in.
I think we could make a great couple.maybe if we didn't argue so much, and I apologize for all of those arguments.even if I was right. Well.I guess that's not the point. But still, if you return these feelings, I wish you'd tell me."
The letter continued on for several paragraphs, and Ron found by the end that he had been holding his breath. He felt like a fool. He'd been so embarrassed about his feelings towards her. Why had he been this fool? He had given up on her before he had even given Hermione a chance. 'What a bloody git!' he thought to himself.
How would Hermione have felt if she had known what he and Padma had been doing mere hours ago in here? She probably would've been sick to her stomach. Hell, he was starting to feel sick to his stomach. Here, Hermione was declaring her love for him, and he had been out snogging and doing much more than that with Padma, and other girls before her. He felt like such an unknowing jerk.
Could he go to her about the letter? Would she give him a chance? The better question was whether or not he could rid himself of his guilt. He'd have to come clean to her, otherwise his conscience would be weighing him down to his feet. He felt like he was going to be sick.
Slowly, as a sleepy stupor overcame him, he began to imagine life in her arms. He just knew she'd take him. He felt himself falling for her all over again. Those pursed lips and puppy-dog eyes. Her wonderfully fluffy brown hair, she was just so cute. He sighed, drifting away to dreams of the girl that had captured his heart.
The only girl he felt like that towards, of course didn't return his feelings. So, he'd just have to move on. He'd already moved on, hadn't he? He'd had a couple of girlfriends, of course he hadn't told Hermione about any of these girls, but Harry knew. Harry ALSO knew not to spill to Hermione, because then he'd get a beating. Over the summer, Ron had grown to be almost a foot taller than Harry, and he was starting to fill out well. Harry knew all this, and would DEFINITELY not tell Hermione his secret.
He walked over to his bed, yawning. Some of the other guys had already gone to sleep. Harry wasn't in his bed yet. Ron frowned, wondering where his friend could be. He sighed, and pulled back the sheets, suddenly seeing something he'd forgotten to clean up. He smiled, sheepishly. Ron, reached over to his nightstand for a few tissues, and picked up the condom with them. He rolled it in tissues and tossed it in the trash.
Ron settled into the bed, turning out his light. He was beat. He put his hands behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling. His fingers drifted past what felt like a piece of parchment. He thought he must be dreaming it, but then his fingers grasped at it, and he pulled an envelope out from behind his pillow. He almost laughed at the "Ron" in big letters. Padma must have left it for him. He turned his light back on again, and opened the envelope.
He gasped when he saw the signature. It wasn't Padma at all, it was Hermione. He gulped large breaths of air, and then began to read it.
"Ron,
I don't exactly know how to phrase this, so I'll just come right out and say it, okay? I like you, hell I like you a lot. I've known that I liked you since you risked your life in that chess match, first year. I don't just like you, Ron. I think I'm in love with you. You might not feel the same, but I've got an idea that you might.
Over the summer I thought about you a lot. I didn't go to Bulgaria to visit Viktor. I know you were sore about that, so I thought I should tell you. You see, I never felt that way about him. I never even kissed Viktor. Ron, I want to kiss you. I feel awkward telling all of this to you, but I guess it's something you should know, because hell this its starting to hurt to keep it all in.
I think we could make a great couple.maybe if we didn't argue so much, and I apologize for all of those arguments.even if I was right. Well.I guess that's not the point. But still, if you return these feelings, I wish you'd tell me."
The letter continued on for several paragraphs, and Ron found by the end that he had been holding his breath. He felt like a fool. He'd been so embarrassed about his feelings towards her. Why had he been this fool? He had given up on her before he had even given Hermione a chance. 'What a bloody git!' he thought to himself.
How would Hermione have felt if she had known what he and Padma had been doing mere hours ago in here? She probably would've been sick to her stomach. Hell, he was starting to feel sick to his stomach. Here, Hermione was declaring her love for him, and he had been out snogging and doing much more than that with Padma, and other girls before her. He felt like such an unknowing jerk.
Could he go to her about the letter? Would she give him a chance? The better question was whether or not he could rid himself of his guilt. He'd have to come clean to her, otherwise his conscience would be weighing him down to his feet. He felt like he was going to be sick.
Slowly, as a sleepy stupor overcame him, he began to imagine life in her arms. He just knew she'd take him. He felt himself falling for her all over again. Those pursed lips and puppy-dog eyes. Her wonderfully fluffy brown hair, she was just so cute. He sighed, drifting away to dreams of the girl that had captured his heart.