*AN: Well, I've just got the sudden urge to write a one shot.. And
this is what came out.. So, have fun.
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My freckled hands trembled as I tore out a sheet of parchment and scribbled out a heading on top of my paper:
'REASONS TO KILL ICKY VICKY' I wrote out.
Heh.
Icky Vicky.
Hermione would hate that nickname.
Icky Vicky Icky Vicky Icky Vicky.
Heh heh.
Okay, let's begin.
'1. HE'S ARROGANT.'
I mean, come on! What a stupid jock. I'll admit that I used to think he was a bloody good player in Quidditch, but that was before I had to endure seeing girls studying his bum all the time.
'2. HE IS STUPID.'
Anyone at this deranged school who doesn't realise that is thick- just thick! He's like a bowl of figgy pudding. He sits there, gaunt, with no expression. It's obnoxious.
'3.'
I paused.
Hmmmm.
'3.'
Might as well go to the big one.
'3. HE STOLE MY HERMIONE.'
Except I didn't write that out.
It was all ready written over every inch of my brain. And it was becoming hard to deal with.
Whenever I saw Hermione, I would feel really good- like I was on top of the world. Her smile made me want to talk to her, and her frown made me feel sad- just instantly. She had this overwhelming power that affected me so deeply that sometimes I wondered what I would do if she got involved with someone.
Then I found out.
The way that she smiled at me, but grinned at him. The way she told me nothing was wrong, but then put her head on his shoulder and described how shitty her day had gone. Just little things like that were irking me.
The dance was the worst.
How could I even expect myself to act normal?
To see their hands wrapped around each other's shoulders, swaying to the music. To think about him kissing her- I WANT YOU TO DIE. I WANT TO DRAIN THE LIFE FROM YOUR BODY AS I STRANGLE YOU- MAKE YOU BLEED. POUND YOU INTO THE FLOOR.
I crumpled up my parchment in fury, and tossed it across the room, then pounding the arm rest and shouting aloud.
"Ron- what's the matter?"
It was her.
Hermione, the angel. Or traitor.
She looked concerned.
I wanted to spill my feelings to her. I wanted to get down on hands and knees, begging her to take me.. Giving her reasons why we'd work, giving her hugs and kisses- oh! Kissing Hermione's lips. It must be so wonderful.
Just as I opened my mouth, Icky Vicky strode into the commons, and draped his arm across Hermione.
"Vut is goihink ohn?" he inquired.
"Oh, nothing, Vicktor. Ron, what was wrong?"
She didn't care at all.
My eyes narrowed. "Absolutely nothing. Everything is great."
I left the room.
No one followed.
I drifted to a sorrowful sleep, thinking of Hermione and her lover boy.
Thinking thoughts of them together.
Holding hands.
Laughing together.
I tried to stop thinking about that, as
I cried alone.
~*FIN*~
*AN: That was basically my own reaction to the whole dance thing.. Herm and Ronniekins need each other! The Ron in me has been released once more.. KILL VICKY . Yaw, dieah!!! Isn't it spooky? ^_^
~"~"~"~
My freckled hands trembled as I tore out a sheet of parchment and scribbled out a heading on top of my paper:
'REASONS TO KILL ICKY VICKY' I wrote out.
Heh.
Icky Vicky.
Hermione would hate that nickname.
Icky Vicky Icky Vicky Icky Vicky.
Heh heh.
Okay, let's begin.
'1. HE'S ARROGANT.'
I mean, come on! What a stupid jock. I'll admit that I used to think he was a bloody good player in Quidditch, but that was before I had to endure seeing girls studying his bum all the time.
'2. HE IS STUPID.'
Anyone at this deranged school who doesn't realise that is thick- just thick! He's like a bowl of figgy pudding. He sits there, gaunt, with no expression. It's obnoxious.
'3.'
I paused.
Hmmmm.
'3.'
Might as well go to the big one.
'3. HE STOLE MY HERMIONE.'
Except I didn't write that out.
It was all ready written over every inch of my brain. And it was becoming hard to deal with.
Whenever I saw Hermione, I would feel really good- like I was on top of the world. Her smile made me want to talk to her, and her frown made me feel sad- just instantly. She had this overwhelming power that affected me so deeply that sometimes I wondered what I would do if she got involved with someone.
Then I found out.
The way that she smiled at me, but grinned at him. The way she told me nothing was wrong, but then put her head on his shoulder and described how shitty her day had gone. Just little things like that were irking me.
The dance was the worst.
How could I even expect myself to act normal?
To see their hands wrapped around each other's shoulders, swaying to the music. To think about him kissing her- I WANT YOU TO DIE. I WANT TO DRAIN THE LIFE FROM YOUR BODY AS I STRANGLE YOU- MAKE YOU BLEED. POUND YOU INTO THE FLOOR.
I crumpled up my parchment in fury, and tossed it across the room, then pounding the arm rest and shouting aloud.
"Ron- what's the matter?"
It was her.
Hermione, the angel. Or traitor.
She looked concerned.
I wanted to spill my feelings to her. I wanted to get down on hands and knees, begging her to take me.. Giving her reasons why we'd work, giving her hugs and kisses- oh! Kissing Hermione's lips. It must be so wonderful.
Just as I opened my mouth, Icky Vicky strode into the commons, and draped his arm across Hermione.
"Vut is goihink ohn?" he inquired.
"Oh, nothing, Vicktor. Ron, what was wrong?"
She didn't care at all.
My eyes narrowed. "Absolutely nothing. Everything is great."
I left the room.
No one followed.
I drifted to a sorrowful sleep, thinking of Hermione and her lover boy.
Thinking thoughts of them together.
Holding hands.
Laughing together.
I tried to stop thinking about that, as
I cried alone.
~*FIN*~
*AN: That was basically my own reaction to the whole dance thing.. Herm and Ronniekins need each other! The Ron in me has been released once more.. KILL VICKY . Yaw, dieah!!! Isn't it spooky? ^_^