A/N: Thank you all for the reviews, I really do appreciate them. Also,
thanks for keeping me in check! So, sit back and enjoy the angst! ^.~
Ron added the finishing touches to the letter he'd written for Hermione. It had been a week since their argument, six days since the revelation. The whole week, Hermione had completely ignored him. She'd finally seen him for the bastard that he was, and knew to stay away. He felt such a sense of guilt that he nearly whimpered every time he saw her, whether it be in class or in the common room.
Since, he figured, Hermione wouldn't give him the time of day, he had decided to write her a letter. It would be romantic and apologetic, he had decided. He wanted badly for Hermione to love him, but he'd settle for best friend. He found through separation, that he needed Hermione in his life, and that it was unbearable without her.
He reread the letter over and over again, knowing that it could never be perfect. Then, after a last approving proofread, he spilled rose petals over the parchment and folded it up. He slid the letter into an envelope and attempted to write her name on it with the curvaceous beauty of calligraphy. Instead of being beautiful, it was overly loopy and messy. He sighed, that was him in a nutshell, never perfect, not like her. She was the poster girl of perfection.
Without wanting to attract attention to himself, Ron had asked Pigwidgeon to come to his room from the Owlry through the window. He had decided it would save himself from the embarrassing questions that he knew he'd have to dodge.
He tied the letter to Pig's leg with a scrap of lacy ribbon he'd found in the common room. He guessed that it might have been a girl's hair ribbon and he thought it was an especially pretty shade of blue. He sent Pig on his way out the window. Now, all he could do was wait.
Ron added the finishing touches to the letter he'd written for Hermione. It had been a week since their argument, six days since the revelation. The whole week, Hermione had completely ignored him. She'd finally seen him for the bastard that he was, and knew to stay away. He felt such a sense of guilt that he nearly whimpered every time he saw her, whether it be in class or in the common room.
Since, he figured, Hermione wouldn't give him the time of day, he had decided to write her a letter. It would be romantic and apologetic, he had decided. He wanted badly for Hermione to love him, but he'd settle for best friend. He found through separation, that he needed Hermione in his life, and that it was unbearable without her.
He reread the letter over and over again, knowing that it could never be perfect. Then, after a last approving proofread, he spilled rose petals over the parchment and folded it up. He slid the letter into an envelope and attempted to write her name on it with the curvaceous beauty of calligraphy. Instead of being beautiful, it was overly loopy and messy. He sighed, that was him in a nutshell, never perfect, not like her. She was the poster girl of perfection.
Without wanting to attract attention to himself, Ron had asked Pigwidgeon to come to his room from the Owlry through the window. He had decided it would save himself from the embarrassing questions that he knew he'd have to dodge.
He tied the letter to Pig's leg with a scrap of lacy ribbon he'd found in the common room. He guessed that it might have been a girl's hair ribbon and he thought it was an especially pretty shade of blue. He sent Pig on his way out the window. Now, all he could do was wait.