I'm With You
By snowangel
1:Reminiscing
It was a cool, crisp day in Ottery St. Catchpole as Ronald Weasley, a tall, gangly red head of fifteen stepped into the wind. The comforting breeze followed him all the way up the winding path, until he reached a secluded, quiet area, hidden by lush trees and bushes. And here, the wind stopped. Time itself seemed to stop in this place. The trees always seemed green, never browning, or withering in the slightest. And the fresh, cool water of the pond in the distance always stood still. It was as if this place were made for him. He had no troubles here, no thoughts or cares, or worries. Sighing with happiness he lay on the deep green grass that and stared dazed, into the crystal blue sky. As he rested, breathing quietly, calmly, memories flooded into his mind. Memories of a certain little girl. A girl whose cinnamon eyes always seemed to reflect her emotion perfectly, a girl with bushy brunette hair that she didn't take care to tend to. A girl named Hermione Granger. He hadn't loved her very long, he couldn't have. He mused silently as he lay. He knew one thing. His love had never been obvious to him before a certain eight-teen year old world-famous Quidditch player had gotten involved. Hermione had been all his, his Hermione, his best friend. Until Krum. Someone he had once centered his entire life around, Krum had been his hero. And then he stole her.
"Bloody git took her right from under my nose." Ron said sourly. Ron gave another sigh, and heave himself up on his elbows. He scanned the enclosed meadow and gave a small smile, and stood. He strode slowly over to a large oak tree near the pond and examined it closely.
"Ah." He whispered giving a laugh as he ran his fingers over a carving in the rough bark. Ron and Hallie
Hallie. Hallie, Hallie, Hallie. Ron recalled instantly the way her name used to make him feel. She had been a friend of his all his life. And the year before Ron left for Hogwarts, both had admitted to having a crush on the other. Ron remembered how simple it had been... and thirsted that he could do it again.
"That was Hallie." He told himself firmly. "We're not talking about Hallie, we're talking about Hermione. Hermione, Miss Know-it-all Granger." Ron heaved yet another exasperated sigh and stood, walking back into the summer breeze.
1:Reminiscing
It was a cool, crisp day in Ottery St. Catchpole as Ronald Weasley, a tall, gangly red head of fifteen stepped into the wind. The comforting breeze followed him all the way up the winding path, until he reached a secluded, quiet area, hidden by lush trees and bushes. And here, the wind stopped. Time itself seemed to stop in this place. The trees always seemed green, never browning, or withering in the slightest. And the fresh, cool water of the pond in the distance always stood still. It was as if this place were made for him. He had no troubles here, no thoughts or cares, or worries. Sighing with happiness he lay on the deep green grass that and stared dazed, into the crystal blue sky. As he rested, breathing quietly, calmly, memories flooded into his mind. Memories of a certain little girl. A girl whose cinnamon eyes always seemed to reflect her emotion perfectly, a girl with bushy brunette hair that she didn't take care to tend to. A girl named Hermione Granger. He hadn't loved her very long, he couldn't have. He mused silently as he lay. He knew one thing. His love had never been obvious to him before a certain eight-teen year old world-famous Quidditch player had gotten involved. Hermione had been all his, his Hermione, his best friend. Until Krum. Someone he had once centered his entire life around, Krum had been his hero. And then he stole her.
"Bloody git took her right from under my nose." Ron said sourly. Ron gave another sigh, and heave himself up on his elbows. He scanned the enclosed meadow and gave a small smile, and stood. He strode slowly over to a large oak tree near the pond and examined it closely.
"Ah." He whispered giving a laugh as he ran his fingers over a carving in the rough bark. Ron and Hallie
Hallie. Hallie, Hallie, Hallie. Ron recalled instantly the way her name used to make him feel. She had been a friend of his all his life. And the year before Ron left for Hogwarts, both had admitted to having a crush on the other. Ron remembered how simple it had been... and thirsted that he could do it again.
"That was Hallie." He told himself firmly. "We're not talking about Hallie, we're talking about Hermione. Hermione, Miss Know-it-all Granger." Ron heaved yet another exasperated sigh and stood, walking back into the summer breeze.