Author's Note and Disclaimer: Don't own them. Don't claim to. They all
belong to J.K Rowling.
Him and Her
Ron's always had a thing for intelligent women. Women who are smarter than him, faster than him. Women he knows he can depend on. Of course it doesn't hurt if they're attractive as well.
And he thought he'd recognize it when it came. Recognize the burning passion, the all encompassing all consuming true love. But it never came.
But she did.
And she was intelligent. Too intelligent if it came to that, and he knew he could depend on her. He could depend on her because she was always there at his elbow nagging, lecturing, worrying and telling him to study.
She wasn't particularly attractive, her hair was too thick, her teeth too large. She wasn't even remotely voluptuous. But, he supposed upon further contemplation, she had nice eyes.
She was irritating and frustrating and practically lived in the library. She brought out the best in him, and the worst in him, and she made him feel worthwhile.
He wasn't Harry. He would never be Harry. He would always be the anonymous red haired sidekick with the witty jokes and the short temper. He was loyal and expendable not to mention poor.
And she didn't mind.
Him and Her
Ron's always had a thing for intelligent women. Women who are smarter than him, faster than him. Women he knows he can depend on. Of course it doesn't hurt if they're attractive as well.
And he thought he'd recognize it when it came. Recognize the burning passion, the all encompassing all consuming true love. But it never came.
But she did.
And she was intelligent. Too intelligent if it came to that, and he knew he could depend on her. He could depend on her because she was always there at his elbow nagging, lecturing, worrying and telling him to study.
She wasn't particularly attractive, her hair was too thick, her teeth too large. She wasn't even remotely voluptuous. But, he supposed upon further contemplation, she had nice eyes.
She was irritating and frustrating and practically lived in the library. She brought out the best in him, and the worst in him, and she made him feel worthwhile.
He wasn't Harry. He would never be Harry. He would always be the anonymous red haired sidekick with the witty jokes and the short temper. He was loyal and expendable not to mention poor.
And she didn't mind.