Hey all, sorry to say this one is really really really short. (Hobbit sized
even)
This one is just all thoughts.
Hope you like it, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive the shortness and review.
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Damn Harry Potter.
Hell, while you are at it, Damn Ronald Weasley as well.
Hermione lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the hideously decorated room. She couldn't sleep, there was too much on her mind.
She had heard everything that they had said after she went to bed.
What did Harry mean it was all so obvious? What did Harry mean that Ron had acted like this when he had been in love with her in sixth year? What did Harry mean when he said that Ron had been in love with her in sixth year?
Hermione had never thought that Ron or Harry could ever have feelings for her in any other way other than friendship. True, they all admitted that they loved each other like family; they admired each other, and maybe even sometimes envied each other. But love?
Like, Romantic love?
Roses? Chocolates? Candle lit dinners? Long walks on the beach in the moonlight? Naw, Hermione just didn't feel that way when it came to the boys. Either of them.
True, they were both really great guys, and they would make any girl happy. But Hermione and Harry and Ron had just gone through to much together for there ever to be anything more than that between them. They had defeated the dark lord together for Pete's sake.
She sighed. The way Harry and Ron had been discussing it, it was obvious that it was all in the past tense. Ron LIKED her; he didn't necessarily like her like that now. Did he?
No, of course he didn't, he was Ronald Weasley, the ministry of magic's toy boy, he could have any woman that he wanted, so why the hell would he want boring old Hermione Granger.
It all meant nothing, if he flirted, it was all a joke. She knew that, and he knew that, so really, it was no big deal if Ron had had a crush on her when they were 16. It didn't matter now, because now they were friends, and nothing could come in between them.
*****
Damn Harry Potter
Damn Harry Potter to hell and back on a Nimbus 2000
How dare he just walk in and start throwing around allegations like that, how dare he do that to his best friend Ron Weasley.
Because now, the aforementioned Ron Weasley couldn't sleep.
He was to busy thinking about his sixth year at Hogwarts, a year which still held a special spot in his heart. The year that he wanted nothing more, then to forever be in love with Hermione Granger.
It felt like so long ago now, and it was, year ago even. So many hours had passed, so many days, so many minutes, seconds. So many emotions had since passed through him. Things had changed. The warm, tingly, feelings for Hermione had once again been long buried, and that was the way that he wanted it to stay.
Now that Ron looked back on it, he never really loved Hermione in the way that he thought he did in sixth year. He was so infatuated with her, with everything about her. But now that he thought about it, it wasn't love.
Ron remembered he had woken up one morning Jealous, Completely and utterly jealous of Viktor Krum, Hermione boyfriend of almost two years. He remembered how his whole life had changed in just that small amount of time. He had gone from being her best friend, to wanting to be so much more than that.
It is amazing how thoughts and feelings have the ability to slap you in the face, and that was exactly what had happen to Ron that morning, He woke up, brushed his teeth, and then began to shave. (He had started shaving in his fifth year; it had become a matter that if he didn't, after a few days he would have a beard rivaling Hagrid's)
He almost sliced his face open when the thought just popped into his head. His whole belief system of the world was thrown askew when he realized (and started to believe) one simple sentence.
It was impossible not to be one hundred percent, ass-backwards in love Hermione Granger.
Harry and a few of Ron's family members (usually Ginny) had told him for years that he was in love with Hermione, that no matter what happened, he would end up with Hermione. Ron usually just laughed them off, making some comment about it being the silliest thing he had ever heard.
But that morning, as he looked himself in the mirror, half of his face covered in shave cream, the other half fresh and smooth (with a few small razor nicks) that he realized that they had all been right.
Ron had been in love with Hermione for about a month before he realized that he had over estimated his feelings for her.
As quickly as the thought of loving Hermione had popped into his head, the thought of not loving Hermione had popped into it. He realized, while he was brushing his teeth, readying himself to go to bed, that it really wasn't what he felt for her.
He did love her, but only as a best friend. He knew that was what he was supposed to work out over the month that he had spent dreaming about Hermione. That they were better off as friends.
The time he spent loving her had brought new clarification to their friendship, made them stronger, made them realize that lovers come and go, but friends like what they were to each other was not worth wasting.
They had gone on to have one of the strongest friendships in the history of Hogwarts. Ron, Harry and Hermione never left each others side after that. And that was the way that it stayed.
They took each day as it came, and defeated the ultimate evil of the world together. Then, unfortunately, they had all began to lose touch.
But that was over now; Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were beginning to become best friends again. And nothing was ever going to change that.
He was not going to fall in love.
Never, no matter how tempting Hermione was.
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Sorry this was really short, I didn't quite know what to write, the next one will be longer, I promise!!!!
Review!!!
This one is just all thoughts.
Hope you like it, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive the shortness and review.
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Damn Harry Potter.
Hell, while you are at it, Damn Ronald Weasley as well.
Hermione lay in bed, staring at the ceiling of the hideously decorated room. She couldn't sleep, there was too much on her mind.
She had heard everything that they had said after she went to bed.
What did Harry mean it was all so obvious? What did Harry mean that Ron had acted like this when he had been in love with her in sixth year? What did Harry mean when he said that Ron had been in love with her in sixth year?
Hermione had never thought that Ron or Harry could ever have feelings for her in any other way other than friendship. True, they all admitted that they loved each other like family; they admired each other, and maybe even sometimes envied each other. But love?
Like, Romantic love?
Roses? Chocolates? Candle lit dinners? Long walks on the beach in the moonlight? Naw, Hermione just didn't feel that way when it came to the boys. Either of them.
True, they were both really great guys, and they would make any girl happy. But Hermione and Harry and Ron had just gone through to much together for there ever to be anything more than that between them. They had defeated the dark lord together for Pete's sake.
She sighed. The way Harry and Ron had been discussing it, it was obvious that it was all in the past tense. Ron LIKED her; he didn't necessarily like her like that now. Did he?
No, of course he didn't, he was Ronald Weasley, the ministry of magic's toy boy, he could have any woman that he wanted, so why the hell would he want boring old Hermione Granger.
It all meant nothing, if he flirted, it was all a joke. She knew that, and he knew that, so really, it was no big deal if Ron had had a crush on her when they were 16. It didn't matter now, because now they were friends, and nothing could come in between them.
*****
Damn Harry Potter
Damn Harry Potter to hell and back on a Nimbus 2000
How dare he just walk in and start throwing around allegations like that, how dare he do that to his best friend Ron Weasley.
Because now, the aforementioned Ron Weasley couldn't sleep.
He was to busy thinking about his sixth year at Hogwarts, a year which still held a special spot in his heart. The year that he wanted nothing more, then to forever be in love with Hermione Granger.
It felt like so long ago now, and it was, year ago even. So many hours had passed, so many days, so many minutes, seconds. So many emotions had since passed through him. Things had changed. The warm, tingly, feelings for Hermione had once again been long buried, and that was the way that he wanted it to stay.
Now that Ron looked back on it, he never really loved Hermione in the way that he thought he did in sixth year. He was so infatuated with her, with everything about her. But now that he thought about it, it wasn't love.
Ron remembered he had woken up one morning Jealous, Completely and utterly jealous of Viktor Krum, Hermione boyfriend of almost two years. He remembered how his whole life had changed in just that small amount of time. He had gone from being her best friend, to wanting to be so much more than that.
It is amazing how thoughts and feelings have the ability to slap you in the face, and that was exactly what had happen to Ron that morning, He woke up, brushed his teeth, and then began to shave. (He had started shaving in his fifth year; it had become a matter that if he didn't, after a few days he would have a beard rivaling Hagrid's)
He almost sliced his face open when the thought just popped into his head. His whole belief system of the world was thrown askew when he realized (and started to believe) one simple sentence.
It was impossible not to be one hundred percent, ass-backwards in love Hermione Granger.
Harry and a few of Ron's family members (usually Ginny) had told him for years that he was in love with Hermione, that no matter what happened, he would end up with Hermione. Ron usually just laughed them off, making some comment about it being the silliest thing he had ever heard.
But that morning, as he looked himself in the mirror, half of his face covered in shave cream, the other half fresh and smooth (with a few small razor nicks) that he realized that they had all been right.
Ron had been in love with Hermione for about a month before he realized that he had over estimated his feelings for her.
As quickly as the thought of loving Hermione had popped into his head, the thought of not loving Hermione had popped into it. He realized, while he was brushing his teeth, readying himself to go to bed, that it really wasn't what he felt for her.
He did love her, but only as a best friend. He knew that was what he was supposed to work out over the month that he had spent dreaming about Hermione. That they were better off as friends.
The time he spent loving her had brought new clarification to their friendship, made them stronger, made them realize that lovers come and go, but friends like what they were to each other was not worth wasting.
They had gone on to have one of the strongest friendships in the history of Hogwarts. Ron, Harry and Hermione never left each others side after that. And that was the way that it stayed.
They took each day as it came, and defeated the ultimate evil of the world together. Then, unfortunately, they had all began to lose touch.
But that was over now; Hermione Granger, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were beginning to become best friends again. And nothing was ever going to change that.
He was not going to fall in love.
Never, no matter how tempting Hermione was.
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Sorry this was really short, I didn't quite know what to write, the next one will be longer, I promise!!!!
Review!!!