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poster and a few DVDs and books. And soon, I will own the 5th book.(5
DAYS!!!) And yet...I don't own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does.
Chapter 2: Inner Thoughts
"Well, Ron, I do believe you've made a mess of things. Again." Ginny Weasley glanced at her brother, who was scowling at her. She sighed and turned her attention back to the scrapbook upon her lap, which showcased pictures of her favorite bands and celebrities. As she watched the members of the Diagon Alley Boys wave at her, she pondered Ron's predicament. "You know Ron, you could have been a bit nicer. She's not really a bore. I certainly enjoy the things she has to say and I find her quite fascinating! Really, where do you get off being so mean to the girl?"
Ron raked one hand through his hair and sighed. "I honestly don't know, Ginny. It's almost as if some side of me has to fight with her. Like I enjoy it or something." Ginny smiled smugly at him. "What?" Ron growled.
"Nothing really..." Ginny said, "Just that I find it all rather...amusing. I never figured my brother would fall for his best friend." Ron opened his mouth to protest but Ginny continued. "Don't you see it? Think about what you just said, Ron. You enjoy fighting with Hermione, you can't control yourself...maybe it's your subconscious trying to tell you something! You know, the great Sigmund Freud once said that-"
"Oh, sod off Ginny! Not Freud again! Psycho-sexual this, your subconscious that...I'm really tired of this psychological bullshit! Mum should have never let you attend those muggle classes." Ron grinned as Ginny blushed to her roots. He glanced around the common room to make sure no one was listening. "All right, I'll admit that sometimes I question my feelings for Hermione. I find myself looking at her and wondering what it would be like to hold her in my arms and kiss her beautiful hair and...Oi, I can't believe I'm telling all this to my sister!"
Ginny laughed at Ron's discomfort. "Really Ron, it's OK...I'm not such a little girl anyhow! I know how you boys are at this age...why, I bet you've even undressed her with your eyes a hundred times over!" Ron's mouth fell open and he blushed as red as his hair.
"GINNY! I can't...I...no...you DIDN'T just SAY that! I would never look...almost never...no! I've only done it a few times, honestly! A few...hundred..or so...just how do you know that, anyway!?"
Ginny had a stitch in her side from laughing too hard. "Oh Ron, stop! You're killing me! Oh, I've got to tell Harry about this! I'll see you a bit later, Ron!" Before Ron could stop her, she had raced off to find Harry. "Bloody hell. Girls. I'll NEVER understand them." Ron sighed and stared out the open window. It was spring and a lovely day at Hogwarts. Spring always reminded him of Hermione. It was so fresh and beautiful, never predictable. One day, the sun would be out shining with all it's might and the next, it would rain like it would never stop. Spring was never boring. Ron shook his head and grimaced. Since when have I been a bleedin' poet? He thought. Ron looked toward Hermione's room and crossed his arms. Since I fell for Hermione four years ago, that's when. Why in the world did I say she was a bore? She's never bored me, not once. I suppose the truth is that I like her just the way she is...bossy and smart and beautiful. I hope she never changes. Maybe I should tell her that sometime...yes, sometime soon. I'll wait for the right time.
Ron let his mind drift off and started daydreaming as he stared out the common room window. Yes, he thought, smiling. I'll tell her soon.
Chapter 2: Inner Thoughts
"Well, Ron, I do believe you've made a mess of things. Again." Ginny Weasley glanced at her brother, who was scowling at her. She sighed and turned her attention back to the scrapbook upon her lap, which showcased pictures of her favorite bands and celebrities. As she watched the members of the Diagon Alley Boys wave at her, she pondered Ron's predicament. "You know Ron, you could have been a bit nicer. She's not really a bore. I certainly enjoy the things she has to say and I find her quite fascinating! Really, where do you get off being so mean to the girl?"
Ron raked one hand through his hair and sighed. "I honestly don't know, Ginny. It's almost as if some side of me has to fight with her. Like I enjoy it or something." Ginny smiled smugly at him. "What?" Ron growled.
"Nothing really..." Ginny said, "Just that I find it all rather...amusing. I never figured my brother would fall for his best friend." Ron opened his mouth to protest but Ginny continued. "Don't you see it? Think about what you just said, Ron. You enjoy fighting with Hermione, you can't control yourself...maybe it's your subconscious trying to tell you something! You know, the great Sigmund Freud once said that-"
"Oh, sod off Ginny! Not Freud again! Psycho-sexual this, your subconscious that...I'm really tired of this psychological bullshit! Mum should have never let you attend those muggle classes." Ron grinned as Ginny blushed to her roots. He glanced around the common room to make sure no one was listening. "All right, I'll admit that sometimes I question my feelings for Hermione. I find myself looking at her and wondering what it would be like to hold her in my arms and kiss her beautiful hair and...Oi, I can't believe I'm telling all this to my sister!"
Ginny laughed at Ron's discomfort. "Really Ron, it's OK...I'm not such a little girl anyhow! I know how you boys are at this age...why, I bet you've even undressed her with your eyes a hundred times over!" Ron's mouth fell open and he blushed as red as his hair.
"GINNY! I can't...I...no...you DIDN'T just SAY that! I would never look...almost never...no! I've only done it a few times, honestly! A few...hundred..or so...just how do you know that, anyway!?"
Ginny had a stitch in her side from laughing too hard. "Oh Ron, stop! You're killing me! Oh, I've got to tell Harry about this! I'll see you a bit later, Ron!" Before Ron could stop her, she had raced off to find Harry. "Bloody hell. Girls. I'll NEVER understand them." Ron sighed and stared out the open window. It was spring and a lovely day at Hogwarts. Spring always reminded him of Hermione. It was so fresh and beautiful, never predictable. One day, the sun would be out shining with all it's might and the next, it would rain like it would never stop. Spring was never boring. Ron shook his head and grimaced. Since when have I been a bleedin' poet? He thought. Ron looked toward Hermione's room and crossed his arms. Since I fell for Hermione four years ago, that's when. Why in the world did I say she was a bore? She's never bored me, not once. I suppose the truth is that I like her just the way she is...bossy and smart and beautiful. I hope she never changes. Maybe I should tell her that sometime...yes, sometime soon. I'll wait for the right time.
Ron let his mind drift off and started daydreaming as he stared out the common room window. Yes, he thought, smiling. I'll tell her soon.
