Please, ignore OotP while reading this. I'd only just began to write this
when I started to read the book. And the first few chapters sounded
terribly like a not so well-written, Original Characters-filled fanfic. Now
I've finished the book and I'm not that disappointed anymore, although I'm
totally disgusted by Harry's behaviour toward his friends. I just hope
Percy isn't going to become a Death Eater (I'll curse Mrs Rowling if she
does this to him, I swear I will). Anyway ^^=
I think Harry's the really deep one... Ron... Ron is in my opinion a shy romantic. Anyway, he's my favourite ^^=
So this is Ron's POV just like you readers asked. I hope it'll meet your expectations. Oh, yeah, this is a songfic to Colplay's amazing 'Green Eyes'... I know it's a bit weird since Harry's POV wasn't a Songfic, but I read the lyrics and just couldn't resist.
'Green Eyes' belongs to Colplay.
Ron and Harry belong to the great J.K. Rowling. (Do any of you readers own CoS DVD? 'cause J.K. simply amazed me in the interview on the second disc, I'd like to be jealous and hate her because she is approximately everything I want to become someday, but she is just so... so...*sigh* )
My first language is French. Forgive the mistakes...
To Jessy-Kun, because no matter what I preach, love sometimes hurts. But you seriously need to know what a peaceful and simple love would be like.
Falling in Love 2
(Ron's POV)
*******************
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
********************
I could never ever pinpoint the exact moment in our blissful friendship, when I fell in love with Harry Potter. Not even if he asked it, pleading with those adorable green eyes of his. I couldn't answer. I couldn't because I honestly don't know. There are two things I know, though.
I know that it has been a long process that started the day we first met in the train and never stopped. No, it never stopped because yesterday morning, when I first saw him, his hair was wild and spiky and I fell in love with him all over again. This morning, when I woke up, he was still asleep, he produced those soft sighs in his sleep and I fell in love with him all over again. And I know that when I'll wake up tomorrow morning, I'll see something in him, that'll make my heart beat faster, my breaths come shorter, my cheeks pinker and my stomach feels heavier.. It always starts like this... I feel this weight in my stomach, so heavy that it almost hurts, and suddenly, it explodes and spread itself in all my body, a billion of free fluttery particles. That's what it feels like, falling in love with Harry all over again.
The second thing I know, it's that somehow, I slowly began to understand my feelings when dad brought a Muggle radio home, somewhere during the vacations between second and third year. Febrile, he turned it on and a soft male voice spilled words I wished I had written...
*********************
The green eyes
Yeah, The spotlight shines upon you
And how could anybody
Deny you
************************
It's not the scar on his forehead... It's the storm hidden in his courage-filled eyes, the world he'd build for his loved ones.
It's not his glorious Quidditch victories... It's his closed eyes when he flies, his tender cares to his broom.
It's not The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Golden Boy... It's Harry, the scrawny boy with the wild hair and the round glasses.
I wouldn't even care if I had to spend my whole life in his shadow, because I could be close to him all the time... And every night we'd become one.
But that's what's wonderful with Harry, not the celebrity, no, my friend, my Harry. He'd never let me be in his shadow, he'd drag me into the light with him, or, even better, he'd hide in the dark with me.
And I don't care if he can talk to snakes, it's scary, I can't deny it, but it's Harry. And I don't care if his scar sometimes hurts, it's worrying, but it's Harry. And I don't care if he faints when he sees Dementors, it's Harry. And I don't care if he keeps waking me up at night because of his nightmares about his parents, or You-Know-You, or Cedric Diggory, 'cause it's Harry!
My best friend, my first and only love, my hero, my saviour. 'Cause if there's one thing I know about Harry, it's that one day he'll save us all.
*********************
I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter now I met you.
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
*********************
I came to Hogwarts, my head filled with inferiority complexes, and my heart filled with jealousy. I had to grow tall and cool, to be just like Bill. I had to become brave and sportive, to be just like Charlie. I had to study hard, to try to get good grades, try to be as intelligent as Percy. I had to try to be smart and funny, just because for once it'd be good to laugh *with* the twins instead of being laughed at. I didn't know how I could manage to keep Ginny's innocence with all those expectations... I had to make Mom's eyes shine with pride, and I had to make Dad happy enough, so he would give me this special smile he gave to Bill when he learnt he would be Head Boy, to Charlie when he became captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team, to Percy when he received his Prefect badge and to Fred and George when they were accepted as Beaters on the team.
And on top of that, I started my schooling with my brothers' old things...
Old tired rat.
Old used wand.
Old hand-me-downs robes.
Old faded uniforms, so grey that you could easily retrace me in a crowd of students.
Old stained and patch worked clothes.
I was going to begin my schooling at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry with my head and heart filled with fear of failure, insecurities and contradictions. But then I met Harry. Harry and his over-sized Muggle clothes.
His eyes were so bright, and excited, even if he was fearful too. He wanted to know everything I knew. He, Harry Potter, treated me like an equal. That was all I needed. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George were instantly forgotten. I had a much more important mission to fulfill, I had to try and keep Harry's friendship. And this mission wasn't heavy and confusing, no, it was wonderful. But I knew that very first day, when he chose me over Malfoy, that my task would be pretty easy and pretty short.
I knew from that day, that I'd make any sacrifice, I'd bear any pain and face any enemy for the sake of his well-being. Because I felt needed by someone I needed.
I should've seen, I should've seen right when I sent my first letter home, that the way I went "Harry this" and "Harry that" was quite revealing.
********************
Green eyes
Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know
**********************
And don't you go thinking that it's just his eyes, no... It's the storm hidden in them...it's the way he looks at me... It's how every emotions he feels are so easily readable in them... It's how proud he is to say that they are the same than his mother's...It's how they shine when he sends me those mischievous glances above a chessboard, a chessboard where his pawns complaint that he is going to lose *again* if he doesn't concentrate harder, but I know he doesn't care. He once told me... He told me he didn't mind losing against the one who saved his skin on a chessboard, so many years ago.
Those things about his eyes and... oh... so many others that appeared when I stopped listing them carefully in my head... that makes me go totally and utterly weak in the knees when he turns them toward me long enough for me to get lost in them.
Yep... and 'weak in the knees' isn't just a phrase here. I often remember with a chuckle Hermione's shriek when I first fell upon my knees before Harry's incredible stare. I often remember with a small smile that while she was fussing over me, I'd think that if I ever got lost in the jungle of his eyes, I'd most likely not want to be found.
Now I did it again... I succeeded to go all corny over his eyes... Is it my fault if they are so amazingly gorgeous? Is it my fault if I can't resist them?
Not that I'd ever want to resist , of course...
I think the way I collapsed all over the place whenever he'd look at me a wee bit too intently was one of my first real step toward him...
And then it appeared quite clearly to me that it wasn't only his eyes... Oh yes... there is so much more to Harry than meet the eyes...
**************************
The green eyes
You're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you
Must be out of their mind
****************************
Love is a strange twisted thing. It runs deep in your blood, gradually, maliciously. It works its sinuous way in your system, crawls quietly toward its target, Your heart, like a particularly slow-effect poison. And how poisonous love is! Once you're infected, there's absolutely no way to get rid of it... not that you'd ever want to, evidently.
And until I heard this weird Muggle melody, this song that reminded me so vividly of Harry, I never knew what love was. Sure, I loved Mom... and Ginny too... and, well, I guess I loved every members of my huge family. But...
I never expected my heart to beat so fast it hurts. I never though a smile could make me feel so peaceful. I never imagined I'd feel the urgent need to run my fingers over smooth pale skin.
Oh yeah, there's a whole lot of things I didn't expect...
How was I supposed to explain the tears of happiness in my eyes when he shared his joy with me after winning the Quidditch cup, his smile wider than I thought was possible, his eyes brighter than it should be allowed?
How was I supposed to deal with the goofy grin plastered on my face every time he'd laugh carelessly. So happy that for once my best friend could forget that the bad guys are constantly after him.
How was I supposed to get used to the cold shivers of terror that would run down my spin every time he'd be out of sight.
******************************
Because I came here with a load
and it feels so much lighter
Now since I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
*******************************
Simply be gifted of the ability to feel so strong feelings for such a pure person was enough for me, it was the epitome of happiness.
But the Best part was yet to come.
I realized that the emotion in his eyes mirrored my own. I realized that we spent even more and more time together, trying to be the closest possible, because it was now evident, none of us could bear the other's absence. I realized that it felt natural to reach out and take his small hand in my own, it was natural to feel him squeeze it back.
So when, on one morning, instead of greeting me with his usual "G'morning" , he said "I love you and only you , Ron.", I was not shocked at all.
And instead of my habitual "Yeah, you too", I simply answered " I love you and only you, Harry"
Our morning greetings remained that way, because even on a Monday morning with double potion with the Slytherins as the first class, Harry's softly spoken "I love you"s would make me smile.
*******************************
Green eyes
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
********************************
(A/N): Well I certainly hope Harry's and Ron's parts weren't identical. I felt really different feelings while writing them and I hope it shows. But in the end, love is love, they couldn't be that different could they? Leave a review, tell me what you think, it always makes me smile.^^=
I think Harry's the really deep one... Ron... Ron is in my opinion a shy romantic. Anyway, he's my favourite ^^=
So this is Ron's POV just like you readers asked. I hope it'll meet your expectations. Oh, yeah, this is a songfic to Colplay's amazing 'Green Eyes'... I know it's a bit weird since Harry's POV wasn't a Songfic, but I read the lyrics and just couldn't resist.
'Green Eyes' belongs to Colplay.
Ron and Harry belong to the great J.K. Rowling. (Do any of you readers own CoS DVD? 'cause J.K. simply amazed me in the interview on the second disc, I'd like to be jealous and hate her because she is approximately everything I want to become someday, but she is just so... so...*sigh* )
My first language is French. Forgive the mistakes...
To Jessy-Kun, because no matter what I preach, love sometimes hurts. But you seriously need to know what a peaceful and simple love would be like.
Falling in Love 2
(Ron's POV)
*******************
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
********************
I could never ever pinpoint the exact moment in our blissful friendship, when I fell in love with Harry Potter. Not even if he asked it, pleading with those adorable green eyes of his. I couldn't answer. I couldn't because I honestly don't know. There are two things I know, though.
I know that it has been a long process that started the day we first met in the train and never stopped. No, it never stopped because yesterday morning, when I first saw him, his hair was wild and spiky and I fell in love with him all over again. This morning, when I woke up, he was still asleep, he produced those soft sighs in his sleep and I fell in love with him all over again. And I know that when I'll wake up tomorrow morning, I'll see something in him, that'll make my heart beat faster, my breaths come shorter, my cheeks pinker and my stomach feels heavier.. It always starts like this... I feel this weight in my stomach, so heavy that it almost hurts, and suddenly, it explodes and spread itself in all my body, a billion of free fluttery particles. That's what it feels like, falling in love with Harry all over again.
The second thing I know, it's that somehow, I slowly began to understand my feelings when dad brought a Muggle radio home, somewhere during the vacations between second and third year. Febrile, he turned it on and a soft male voice spilled words I wished I had written...
*********************
The green eyes
Yeah, The spotlight shines upon you
And how could anybody
Deny you
************************
It's not the scar on his forehead... It's the storm hidden in his courage-filled eyes, the world he'd build for his loved ones.
It's not his glorious Quidditch victories... It's his closed eyes when he flies, his tender cares to his broom.
It's not The-Boy-Who-Lived, The Golden Boy... It's Harry, the scrawny boy with the wild hair and the round glasses.
I wouldn't even care if I had to spend my whole life in his shadow, because I could be close to him all the time... And every night we'd become one.
But that's what's wonderful with Harry, not the celebrity, no, my friend, my Harry. He'd never let me be in his shadow, he'd drag me into the light with him, or, even better, he'd hide in the dark with me.
And I don't care if he can talk to snakes, it's scary, I can't deny it, but it's Harry. And I don't care if his scar sometimes hurts, it's worrying, but it's Harry. And I don't care if he faints when he sees Dementors, it's Harry. And I don't care if he keeps waking me up at night because of his nightmares about his parents, or You-Know-You, or Cedric Diggory, 'cause it's Harry!
My best friend, my first and only love, my hero, my saviour. 'Cause if there's one thing I know about Harry, it's that one day he'll save us all.
*********************
I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter now I met you.
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
*********************
I came to Hogwarts, my head filled with inferiority complexes, and my heart filled with jealousy. I had to grow tall and cool, to be just like Bill. I had to become brave and sportive, to be just like Charlie. I had to study hard, to try to get good grades, try to be as intelligent as Percy. I had to try to be smart and funny, just because for once it'd be good to laugh *with* the twins instead of being laughed at. I didn't know how I could manage to keep Ginny's innocence with all those expectations... I had to make Mom's eyes shine with pride, and I had to make Dad happy enough, so he would give me this special smile he gave to Bill when he learnt he would be Head Boy, to Charlie when he became captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team, to Percy when he received his Prefect badge and to Fred and George when they were accepted as Beaters on the team.
And on top of that, I started my schooling with my brothers' old things...
Old tired rat.
Old used wand.
Old hand-me-downs robes.
Old faded uniforms, so grey that you could easily retrace me in a crowd of students.
Old stained and patch worked clothes.
I was going to begin my schooling at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry with my head and heart filled with fear of failure, insecurities and contradictions. But then I met Harry. Harry and his over-sized Muggle clothes.
His eyes were so bright, and excited, even if he was fearful too. He wanted to know everything I knew. He, Harry Potter, treated me like an equal. That was all I needed. Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George were instantly forgotten. I had a much more important mission to fulfill, I had to try and keep Harry's friendship. And this mission wasn't heavy and confusing, no, it was wonderful. But I knew that very first day, when he chose me over Malfoy, that my task would be pretty easy and pretty short.
I knew from that day, that I'd make any sacrifice, I'd bear any pain and face any enemy for the sake of his well-being. Because I felt needed by someone I needed.
I should've seen, I should've seen right when I sent my first letter home, that the way I went "Harry this" and "Harry that" was quite revealing.
********************
Green eyes
Honey you are the sea
Upon which I float
And I came here to talk
I think you should know
**********************
And don't you go thinking that it's just his eyes, no... It's the storm hidden in them...it's the way he looks at me... It's how every emotions he feels are so easily readable in them... It's how proud he is to say that they are the same than his mother's...It's how they shine when he sends me those mischievous glances above a chessboard, a chessboard where his pawns complaint that he is going to lose *again* if he doesn't concentrate harder, but I know he doesn't care. He once told me... He told me he didn't mind losing against the one who saved his skin on a chessboard, so many years ago.
Those things about his eyes and... oh... so many others that appeared when I stopped listing them carefully in my head... that makes me go totally and utterly weak in the knees when he turns them toward me long enough for me to get lost in them.
Yep... and 'weak in the knees' isn't just a phrase here. I often remember with a chuckle Hermione's shriek when I first fell upon my knees before Harry's incredible stare. I often remember with a small smile that while she was fussing over me, I'd think that if I ever got lost in the jungle of his eyes, I'd most likely not want to be found.
Now I did it again... I succeeded to go all corny over his eyes... Is it my fault if they are so amazingly gorgeous? Is it my fault if I can't resist them?
Not that I'd ever want to resist , of course...
I think the way I collapsed all over the place whenever he'd look at me a wee bit too intently was one of my first real step toward him...
And then it appeared quite clearly to me that it wasn't only his eyes... Oh yes... there is so much more to Harry than meet the eyes...
**************************
The green eyes
You're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you
Must be out of their mind
****************************
Love is a strange twisted thing. It runs deep in your blood, gradually, maliciously. It works its sinuous way in your system, crawls quietly toward its target, Your heart, like a particularly slow-effect poison. And how poisonous love is! Once you're infected, there's absolutely no way to get rid of it... not that you'd ever want to, evidently.
And until I heard this weird Muggle melody, this song that reminded me so vividly of Harry, I never knew what love was. Sure, I loved Mom... and Ginny too... and, well, I guess I loved every members of my huge family. But...
I never expected my heart to beat so fast it hurts. I never though a smile could make me feel so peaceful. I never imagined I'd feel the urgent need to run my fingers over smooth pale skin.
Oh yeah, there's a whole lot of things I didn't expect...
How was I supposed to explain the tears of happiness in my eyes when he shared his joy with me after winning the Quidditch cup, his smile wider than I thought was possible, his eyes brighter than it should be allowed?
How was I supposed to deal with the goofy grin plastered on my face every time he'd laugh carelessly. So happy that for once my best friend could forget that the bad guys are constantly after him.
How was I supposed to get used to the cold shivers of terror that would run down my spin every time he'd be out of sight.
******************************
Because I came here with a load
and it feels so much lighter
Now since I met you
And honey you should know
That I could never go on without you
Green eyes
*******************************
Simply be gifted of the ability to feel so strong feelings for such a pure person was enough for me, it was the epitome of happiness.
But the Best part was yet to come.
I realized that the emotion in his eyes mirrored my own. I realized that we spent even more and more time together, trying to be the closest possible, because it was now evident, none of us could bear the other's absence. I realized that it felt natural to reach out and take his small hand in my own, it was natural to feel him squeeze it back.
So when, on one morning, instead of greeting me with his usual "G'morning" , he said "I love you and only you , Ron.", I was not shocked at all.
And instead of my habitual "Yeah, you too", I simply answered " I love you and only you, Harry"
Our morning greetings remained that way, because even on a Monday morning with double potion with the Slytherins as the first class, Harry's softly spoken "I love you"s would make me smile.
*******************************
Green eyes
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh
Honey you are a rock
Upon which I stand
And I come here to talk
I hope you understand
********************************
(A/N): Well I certainly hope Harry's and Ron's parts weren't identical. I felt really different feelings while writing them and I hope it shows. But in the end, love is love, they couldn't be that different could they? Leave a review, tell me what you think, it always makes me smile.^^=