Well got all of our supplies that day at Diagon Alley then used the floo-
powder way to travel to get to The Burrow. Shortly after sorting my things
Ginny and I ran up to her room to look at some of the letters that Ginny
had snatched from the trash after Ron had threw them away. I found one of
them quite sweet. It even had a little poem for me. I think I may keep it,
even though Ron doesn't stand a chance with me.
Dear Hermione,
Every morning at the break of dawn I think of you and it lasts me all night. Then in my dreams I wish that we are together. We walk hand in hand through flower gardens and there I pick you, for you are the most beautiful living thing there. I wake up to reality and feel somber to the fact that you wont be with me. I have enclosed this poem, even through you shall never read it, for I am too chicken-livered to send it to you. Yet there is the small chance that some how you come across this and find it in your heart to accept me.
When you Look to Me
You turn your head
In my direction
Through Your eyes
I see my reflection
I can see in deeper
with my own peepers
There is someone further inside.
A girl that nobody realizes.
She calls to me and I listen
As your lips shimmer and glisten
Your hair then blocks my glimps of you.
You push it back behind your ear
So I can see those eyes of blue
Everytime that you come near
I want you to be mine
And as you can see
this happens everytime
you look at me
As you can tell by my poorly written poem that I never stop thinking about you. Your at every corner of my brain and at the tip of my tongue. Why is it that you won't give 'us' a chance? Sooner or later, Hermione, I'll move on, but a piece of my heart will be missing because it will always belong to you.
Ron
I took his letter and read and re-read it several times, trying to figure out the meaning of every sentence every phrase, every word and even every letter. Why is it he has to love me so? I don't want to hurt him or Harry. Poor Harry, he must be sick of Ron babbling on about me to him. If Ron and I would actually date, we would be ruining our Hogwarts bond of friendship that we have made. And it would certainly be awkward for Harry. That is why I can never date either of them, or any of or Gryffindor friends. Yet another good reson to date Draco. Pros.. 4 - Cons. too many to count.
"Ginny, how many of these do you have?" I asked while I fingered through a stack of letters.
"Hermione, I have drawers full of them. Want any?" Ginny responded.
"Oh yes, this one." I said as I pulled a letter out of my pocket. "I need to figure out what he means."
"Obviously, he is madly in love with you."
"We need to get him a girl friend."
"Let's wait until we get to Hogwarts before we do that. For now, I just want to relax before we start powerworking again."
"Fine, do you want to sleep now?"
"Yes but we must play a little kids game first"
"What might that be?"
"Truth or Dare."
"Ginny, I used to play that when I was about 6."
"What are you afraid to play the grown-up version?"
"You wish. I'll go first. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"Tisk, Tisk, little girls as yourself shouldn't be so brave. I dare you to, go into George and Fred's room and put them into little ballet tutus that won't come off until they say, 'while I'll be the brother of a stupid git.' while pointing at each other."
"Ginny, I don't think that tonight is the perfect time to find out if either of them wear any clothes to bed."
"Well, if you are too chicken, I'll just take out my wand and give you a huge boil on your chin."
"No, anything but that. I'll do it." Ginny walked out of the room and then came back about 5 minutes later with a disgusted look on her face.
"Good thing it was dark, cause I don't think fred had his clothes on."
I couldn't hold it in, I just started laughing and couldn't stop. I was so amused that I fell off of Ginny's trundle bed and was forced to hold my sides.
"It's your turn now. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare. Ha, try your worst."
"I dare you to ask Draco out before Christmas this year."
Oh, she had me there. See the old me wouldn't care about a huge boil on my chin, but now, that is more gross than me going out with Ron. I guess I'll take my chances with Draco.
Dear Hermione,
Every morning at the break of dawn I think of you and it lasts me all night. Then in my dreams I wish that we are together. We walk hand in hand through flower gardens and there I pick you, for you are the most beautiful living thing there. I wake up to reality and feel somber to the fact that you wont be with me. I have enclosed this poem, even through you shall never read it, for I am too chicken-livered to send it to you. Yet there is the small chance that some how you come across this and find it in your heart to accept me.
When you Look to Me
You turn your head
In my direction
Through Your eyes
I see my reflection
I can see in deeper
with my own peepers
There is someone further inside.
A girl that nobody realizes.
She calls to me and I listen
As your lips shimmer and glisten
Your hair then blocks my glimps of you.
You push it back behind your ear
So I can see those eyes of blue
Everytime that you come near
I want you to be mine
And as you can see
this happens everytime
you look at me
As you can tell by my poorly written poem that I never stop thinking about you. Your at every corner of my brain and at the tip of my tongue. Why is it that you won't give 'us' a chance? Sooner or later, Hermione, I'll move on, but a piece of my heart will be missing because it will always belong to you.
Ron
I took his letter and read and re-read it several times, trying to figure out the meaning of every sentence every phrase, every word and even every letter. Why is it he has to love me so? I don't want to hurt him or Harry. Poor Harry, he must be sick of Ron babbling on about me to him. If Ron and I would actually date, we would be ruining our Hogwarts bond of friendship that we have made. And it would certainly be awkward for Harry. That is why I can never date either of them, or any of or Gryffindor friends. Yet another good reson to date Draco. Pros.. 4 - Cons. too many to count.
"Ginny, how many of these do you have?" I asked while I fingered through a stack of letters.
"Hermione, I have drawers full of them. Want any?" Ginny responded.
"Oh yes, this one." I said as I pulled a letter out of my pocket. "I need to figure out what he means."
"Obviously, he is madly in love with you."
"We need to get him a girl friend."
"Let's wait until we get to Hogwarts before we do that. For now, I just want to relax before we start powerworking again."
"Fine, do you want to sleep now?"
"Yes but we must play a little kids game first"
"What might that be?"
"Truth or Dare."
"Ginny, I used to play that when I was about 6."
"What are you afraid to play the grown-up version?"
"You wish. I'll go first. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare."
"Tisk, Tisk, little girls as yourself shouldn't be so brave. I dare you to, go into George and Fred's room and put them into little ballet tutus that won't come off until they say, 'while I'll be the brother of a stupid git.' while pointing at each other."
"Ginny, I don't think that tonight is the perfect time to find out if either of them wear any clothes to bed."
"Well, if you are too chicken, I'll just take out my wand and give you a huge boil on your chin."
"No, anything but that. I'll do it." Ginny walked out of the room and then came back about 5 minutes later with a disgusted look on her face.
"Good thing it was dark, cause I don't think fred had his clothes on."
I couldn't hold it in, I just started laughing and couldn't stop. I was so amused that I fell off of Ginny's trundle bed and was forced to hold my sides.
"It's your turn now. Truth or Dare?"
"Dare. Ha, try your worst."
"I dare you to ask Draco out before Christmas this year."
Oh, she had me there. See the old me wouldn't care about a huge boil on my chin, but now, that is more gross than me going out with Ron. I guess I'll take my chances with Draco.