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Summary: Ron goes into the forest, thoughts about him and Hermione, about Harry and Ginny, and about life in general, plus confronting Hermione about where she's been.
The Forest
It was cool outside; Ron wrapped his jacket around him tightly and walked across the grounds shielding his eyes from the pinkish sun that was setting off to his right. He hurried past Hagrid's cabin, hoping he wouldn't be stopped.
He wasn't.
Soon he was plunging beneath the canopy of trees, wondering of his own confidence. A year ago he wasn't sure he'd be brave enough to go into the dark forest alone.
He avoided any paths that seemed to have no patches of light on the ground, or any directions with too many pairs of red eyes peering at him. He finally got to a clearing, where the trees seemed to grow in a circle leaving a hole that opened into the sky. He sat down against a tree and stared up at the now deep blue sky with twinkling stars like winking eyes peering down at him.
Ron stared up at the stars trying to remember the constellations he had learned in astronomy, and what the brightness of different stars meant. He only ended up finding the big dipper and little dipper, and couldn't remember what the brightness of the stars in those constellations meant. His eyes drifted lazily to a cluster of tiny stars, he stared at it for a while before seeing a girl smiling down at him.
Hermione.
He grinned. 'You've got it bad Weasley, really bad.' He thought to himself.
"And I could have had her," he said out loud to no one thinking of the past years. In forth year when she'd practically told him to ask her out, he hadn't though in fifth year when they had a valentine ball. She'd hinted at how she'd wanted him to take her but he was too stuck on being "friends" to realize that none of that mattered compared to the feeling he got in his stomach when he thought about her. She'd given up on him by sixth year when he'd finally noticed that he was in love with her. He'd pushed trying to get her to realize that she still loved him too, eventually pushing her away.
"The timing's just off, I know how you feel and how I feel, but it's not god timing," She had said with that comforting look in her eyes that always made him feel pathetic.
"What are you saying? I really, really do like you.... Like that," Ron had said back feeling depressed.
"For now, lets just stay friends..." She had seen the look on his face and Ron wished he had just gone for it and said he was in love with her.
'But I still have time, if I act fast,' Ron thought to himself. He stared up at the stars coloring in with his mind wild, curly chestnut colored hair, velvety eyes, and a wide and demanding smile.
"Hermione," Ron started the next morning at breakfast. She looked up at him questioningly. "I need to talk to you... It's important," He said nervously. Harry and Ginny stared at him interestedly. "Alone."
"Ok," She said slowly looking slightly uneasy. She followed him out into the empty corridor outside the Great Hall.
"I can't... Uh, wait, anymore, I think I've fallen in love with you," Ron blurted out not looking directly at her. It was Quiet. Silent.
"You said the timing wasn't right but now-"
"Ron, I think I need to tell you something," Hermione broke in. Ron looked up at her feeling himself go very red.
"What?"
"I'm sorta, well, not sorta really, I'm seeing someone," She said softly. Ron sucked in a deep breath and tried to look unfazed.
"Ok." He muttered his mouth going dry.
"Ron, I'm sorr-"
"What happened to 'for now'? Hermione, people asked me out too, I was waiting for you, I know I waited to long to realize I liked you, but..." He trailed off "Who is it?" Hermione had tears in her eyes. She stepped forward hugging herself to him. He went ridged.
"Who is it?" He demanded.
"I don't think telling you would be a good idea," She said softly. They were both quiet then Hermione pulled away giving him an apologetic smile, with tearstained cheeks, she walked away.
Summary: Ron goes into the forest, thoughts about him and Hermione, about Harry and Ginny, and about life in general, plus confronting Hermione about where she's been.
The Forest
It was cool outside; Ron wrapped his jacket around him tightly and walked across the grounds shielding his eyes from the pinkish sun that was setting off to his right. He hurried past Hagrid's cabin, hoping he wouldn't be stopped.
He wasn't.
Soon he was plunging beneath the canopy of trees, wondering of his own confidence. A year ago he wasn't sure he'd be brave enough to go into the dark forest alone.
He avoided any paths that seemed to have no patches of light on the ground, or any directions with too many pairs of red eyes peering at him. He finally got to a clearing, where the trees seemed to grow in a circle leaving a hole that opened into the sky. He sat down against a tree and stared up at the now deep blue sky with twinkling stars like winking eyes peering down at him.
Ron stared up at the stars trying to remember the constellations he had learned in astronomy, and what the brightness of different stars meant. He only ended up finding the big dipper and little dipper, and couldn't remember what the brightness of the stars in those constellations meant. His eyes drifted lazily to a cluster of tiny stars, he stared at it for a while before seeing a girl smiling down at him.
Hermione.
He grinned. 'You've got it bad Weasley, really bad.' He thought to himself.
"And I could have had her," he said out loud to no one thinking of the past years. In forth year when she'd practically told him to ask her out, he hadn't though in fifth year when they had a valentine ball. She'd hinted at how she'd wanted him to take her but he was too stuck on being "friends" to realize that none of that mattered compared to the feeling he got in his stomach when he thought about her. She'd given up on him by sixth year when he'd finally noticed that he was in love with her. He'd pushed trying to get her to realize that she still loved him too, eventually pushing her away.
"The timing's just off, I know how you feel and how I feel, but it's not god timing," She had said with that comforting look in her eyes that always made him feel pathetic.
"What are you saying? I really, really do like you.... Like that," Ron had said back feeling depressed.
"For now, lets just stay friends..." She had seen the look on his face and Ron wished he had just gone for it and said he was in love with her.
'But I still have time, if I act fast,' Ron thought to himself. He stared up at the stars coloring in with his mind wild, curly chestnut colored hair, velvety eyes, and a wide and demanding smile.
"Hermione," Ron started the next morning at breakfast. She looked up at him questioningly. "I need to talk to you... It's important," He said nervously. Harry and Ginny stared at him interestedly. "Alone."
"Ok," She said slowly looking slightly uneasy. She followed him out into the empty corridor outside the Great Hall.
"I can't... Uh, wait, anymore, I think I've fallen in love with you," Ron blurted out not looking directly at her. It was Quiet. Silent.
"You said the timing wasn't right but now-"
"Ron, I think I need to tell you something," Hermione broke in. Ron looked up at her feeling himself go very red.
"What?"
"I'm sorta, well, not sorta really, I'm seeing someone," She said softly. Ron sucked in a deep breath and tried to look unfazed.
"Ok." He muttered his mouth going dry.
"Ron, I'm sorr-"
"What happened to 'for now'? Hermione, people asked me out too, I was waiting for you, I know I waited to long to realize I liked you, but..." He trailed off "Who is it?" Hermione had tears in her eyes. She stepped forward hugging herself to him. He went ridged.
"Who is it?" He demanded.
"I don't think telling you would be a good idea," She said softly. They were both quiet then Hermione pulled away giving him an apologetic smile, with tearstained cheeks, she walked away.
