b{-Crazy For This Girl-}
[A Ron and Hermione fan fic by Amy Parkinson]/b
iWould you look at her she looks at me she's got me thinkin' about her
constantly,
But she don't know how I feel. And she carries on without a doubt I wonder if she'll figure out, that I'm
crazy for this girl.
I'm crazy for this girl./i
The sun was just sneaking over the many mountains surrounding Hogwarts, the birds waking and singing their morning songs, the fresh crisp air of another day arising, and drifting through the high windows in the great hall. Sure, it was a great morning, but a few more hours sleep usually helps before you're going to be on a broom all day. Ron looked into his cereal, blinking a few times to get it into focus. He was still puffy eyed and half asleep, wishing very much to go back into his room and go back to bed, but Harry had insisted on him getting more quidditch practise, what with him back on the team and everything, he wanted Ron to build up his keeping confidence. He tilted his head and the wind ruffled his fiery red hair, playing across his face. Aah, he thought, the wind .... like a boat .... out to sail. Ron was standing on a long wooden jetty, untying his boat, the wind carrying the smell of the sea and enticing him to sail beyond his imagination. He jumped into his boat, a bit of water splashing him in his face. He looked out towards the ocean. It's water glittered and sparkled as though someone had chosen to scatter hundreds and thousands of tiny little diamonds across it. He turned around to push off from the jetty edge when- *SMACK*
"RON!" Ron sprang his head up and coughed. He had fallen into his bowl of cereal and was covered in milk. Harry was standing next to him laughing stupidly. "Shutup Harry," Ron said groggily, wiping the milk off his face with his sleeve. It was a lot brighter now and a few more students had come into the hall since the last time Ron had his eyes open. "You're lucky Hermione didn't see that" Harry grinned. "Look," Ron turned away from his food and faced Harry, "I've told you once, and I'll tell you again-" "Don't waste your breath," Harry smiled and got out of his seat, "C'mon. Let's get cracking then."
Ron turned around to argue with him, but decided it would take too much of the small amount of energy he had left, and instead followed Harry out the great hall, through the front doors and towards the quidditch pitch.
[A Ron and Hermione fan fic by Amy Parkinson]/b
iWould you look at her she looks at me she's got me thinkin' about her
constantly,
But she don't know how I feel. And she carries on without a doubt I wonder if she'll figure out, that I'm
crazy for this girl.
I'm crazy for this girl./i
The sun was just sneaking over the many mountains surrounding Hogwarts, the birds waking and singing their morning songs, the fresh crisp air of another day arising, and drifting through the high windows in the great hall. Sure, it was a great morning, but a few more hours sleep usually helps before you're going to be on a broom all day. Ron looked into his cereal, blinking a few times to get it into focus. He was still puffy eyed and half asleep, wishing very much to go back into his room and go back to bed, but Harry had insisted on him getting more quidditch practise, what with him back on the team and everything, he wanted Ron to build up his keeping confidence. He tilted his head and the wind ruffled his fiery red hair, playing across his face. Aah, he thought, the wind .... like a boat .... out to sail. Ron was standing on a long wooden jetty, untying his boat, the wind carrying the smell of the sea and enticing him to sail beyond his imagination. He jumped into his boat, a bit of water splashing him in his face. He looked out towards the ocean. It's water glittered and sparkled as though someone had chosen to scatter hundreds and thousands of tiny little diamonds across it. He turned around to push off from the jetty edge when- *SMACK*
"RON!" Ron sprang his head up and coughed. He had fallen into his bowl of cereal and was covered in milk. Harry was standing next to him laughing stupidly. "Shutup Harry," Ron said groggily, wiping the milk off his face with his sleeve. It was a lot brighter now and a few more students had come into the hall since the last time Ron had his eyes open. "You're lucky Hermione didn't see that" Harry grinned. "Look," Ron turned away from his food and faced Harry, "I've told you once, and I'll tell you again-" "Don't waste your breath," Harry smiled and got out of his seat, "C'mon. Let's get cracking then."
Ron turned around to argue with him, but decided it would take too much of the small amount of energy he had left, and instead followed Harry out the great hall, through the front doors and towards the quidditch pitch.