Chapter One: My Two Loves
July 14, 1995
I, Ron Weasley, have recently discovered that I LOVE rock. All kinds of rock. I don't care what it is as long as it isn't rap or pop. Today, I'm listening to metal and tomorrow I might be listening to emo or ska. The point again is that if it's rock, I love it. I also discovered another love recently. Yep it's her. Everyone knew it would be her, with the small exception of me. I even think that she knew that I would fall in love with her, which makes me feel sorta left out. Why didn't anyone try and tell me about it from the start. I'm in divination for god's sake, shouldn't I know these things before anyone else in the entire world?
Well I guess it doesn't even really matter just as long as I can find a way to make her love me back. Tragic that the one girl in the entire world that I am madly in love with, the one girl that I would spend the rest of my life playing slave to if she so wished it, has no feelings for me whatsoever. All that she cares about is what's going on at school. Sure, she speaks to me. I've known her since my very first year at Hogwarts and I talk to her all the time about nearly anything that I can think to talk about.
I wish that she would give me a second thought but all I ever hear from her is "Today in Herbology..." "Most fascinating charms class..." "Cant wait till we get to transfiguration this afternoon, I need to ask...". I suppose I should have thought of that before I fell head over heels for her. Harry tells me all the time that I should give up on her and go for someone that is a better match for me, someone that would share more interests with me. He doesn't know what it's like to be this in love with someone. He may think that he's in love with Cho Chang but he has no clue about the way I feel. Besides, he can't tell me who to be in love with since everyone has been urging him to consider my little sister Ginny ever since she first came to Hogwarts and he can't see that they would be perfect together.
Well Harry and Hermione will be here any minute and I don't want to be all locked up in my room when they arrive and I certainly don't want them to catch a glimpse of my notebook. I guess we will all have a wonderful time even though I will be so distracted with her that I won't be able to concentrate on anything that we do. Well, I'll probably write again after everyone falls asleep tonight.
"Hey mum, have they arrived yet?" asked Ron as he part ran and part tumbled down the many flights of stairs at The Burrow.
"No dear and do be more careful coming down the stairs. Remember that poor Percy won't be out of bed for another week on account of his leg." Crooned Mrs. Weasley as she handed a large mug of hot chocolate to her twenty-year-old son who was lounged on the large sofa with a pained expression on his face.
"Mum the doctor said that he would be okay within ten minutes of taking the Bone Repair Potion. He's faking injury worse than Malfoy did in third year." At this Percy blushed violently and feigned a howl of pain. Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a stern expression and turned back to Percy to see if he was all right.
Wish she would pay that much attention to me when I'm hurt, thought Ron as he picked up his hastily prepared lunch off of the small kitchen table. Corned beef and mayonnaise just like every other day that week. He ate it with a disgusted look on his face and then washed it down with the largest glass of pumpkin juice he had ever drank in his entire life, save the time in second year that he had coughed up slugs. Just as Ron finished his last gulp of pumpkin juice there was a small thud and he turned around to see Harry lying on his kitchen floor, covered in soot and wearing a dazed expression.
"I hate traveling by floo," he commented as he picked himself up off the floor and moved his trunk to make way for Hermione who followed shortly after. Luckily Harry caught her before she could fall face-first onto the floor much to Ron's amusement.
"Ugh, I hate traveling by floo, why couldn't we just learn to aparate? It's a lot like muggle driving and they get to learn how when they turn 16," complained Hermione as she dusted the soot off of her muggle T-shirt.
"I don't think that your opinion is going to change the way that the entire wizarding world works Hermione, no matter how right you are," reminded Harry.
"Yea, wait," said Ron feigning deep thought, "like when you decided to single-handedly change the laws concerning the treatment and rights of house elves all over the world." At this Harry snorted and tried hard to cover up his large grin while Hermione gave them both stern looks.
"Well really, you two are behaving just like little children. I need to go put my things in Ginny's room and then we should go down the hill into the city and get some lunch."
"But Hermione, it's a muggle town. I cant even understand what you're talking about half the time and you go to Hogwarts, what am I going to do when I get around real muggles?"
"Don't worry, Ron. It's the same as the wizarding world with a few new words. I honestly can't believe that you have never once been down into Ottery St. Catchpole. You live less than a mile away and you've lived her your whole life." Hermione took her large trunk (probably full of books, thought Ron) up to the second story landing and put it at the foot of the extra bed that had been placed there especially for her. Harry on the other hand was lugging his trunk all the way up to the last floor of the house to Ron's tiny, violently orange room.
After everyone's things were safely put away Harry, Ron, and Hermione trudged down the tall hill and into a tiny café. Hermione ordered a cookie and a cup of coffee for Ron, who didn't know what he wanted, and a plate of cookies and two mugs of coffee for her and Harry. They sat in three squashy armchairs in a dusty corner of the café and talked as they ate their cookies. Ron was the last one to finish his coffee and couldn't seem to concentrate on anything that Harry or Hermione said to him.
"Ron... Ron... RON!" Hermione finally shouted at him.
"Oh, sorry Herm. Must have drifted off. What were you saying?" Hermione sighed and got up. Harry and Ron followed and moments later they were standing in front of a bookshop.
"Figures," said Ron, "she decides to go to a bookshop when she gets mad." Ron and Harry couldn't think of anything else to do so they walked reluctantly into the small bookshop. Ron walked off by himself. He couldn't stop thinking of her. She was so beautiful and wonderful and just perfect for him. Now he was in the back of the dusty bookshop and there were shelves of diaries, journals, and notebooks. Ron picked up a tiny, black, leather-bound journal and flipped through its blank pages. Well this would be nicer than a spiral notebook to write everything down in, Ron thought as he dug some money out of his pocket. Hermione had been kind enough to lend him and Harry some muggle money for the trip into town. Ron paid the shopkeeper for the journal and stepped out onto the sunny street and walked around aimlessly for almost an hour before Hermione caught up with him.
"Ron, where have you been? Harry and I have been trying to find you for ages. We were so worried. Harry told me what's wrong with you and frankly I'm shocked. Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione said, all in one breath.
"Well I thought you already knew," he said earnestly.
"Well I didn't and I wouldn't have ever known if Harry hadn't told me. Why would you keep that from me of all people?"
"I'm sorry Hermione, I really should have told you about it before I told anyone else." Ron sighed. Hermione threw her arms around him and, astonished, Ron patted her back gingerly.
A.N: Well this is it. It won't be as simple as it seems here. Oh well, you'll see what I mean soon. Hope you review cuz that's the only way I'll know if you like it. Don't worry, I think things will start to pick up in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: The title of this chapter is based on a song called "Electric Baby" by Mest. I'm not going to tell you that I'm not J.K. Rowling because you should already know that.
July 14, 1995
I, Ron Weasley, have recently discovered that I LOVE rock. All kinds of rock. I don't care what it is as long as it isn't rap or pop. Today, I'm listening to metal and tomorrow I might be listening to emo or ska. The point again is that if it's rock, I love it. I also discovered another love recently. Yep it's her. Everyone knew it would be her, with the small exception of me. I even think that she knew that I would fall in love with her, which makes me feel sorta left out. Why didn't anyone try and tell me about it from the start. I'm in divination for god's sake, shouldn't I know these things before anyone else in the entire world?
Well I guess it doesn't even really matter just as long as I can find a way to make her love me back. Tragic that the one girl in the entire world that I am madly in love with, the one girl that I would spend the rest of my life playing slave to if she so wished it, has no feelings for me whatsoever. All that she cares about is what's going on at school. Sure, she speaks to me. I've known her since my very first year at Hogwarts and I talk to her all the time about nearly anything that I can think to talk about.
I wish that she would give me a second thought but all I ever hear from her is "Today in Herbology..." "Most fascinating charms class..." "Cant wait till we get to transfiguration this afternoon, I need to ask...". I suppose I should have thought of that before I fell head over heels for her. Harry tells me all the time that I should give up on her and go for someone that is a better match for me, someone that would share more interests with me. He doesn't know what it's like to be this in love with someone. He may think that he's in love with Cho Chang but he has no clue about the way I feel. Besides, he can't tell me who to be in love with since everyone has been urging him to consider my little sister Ginny ever since she first came to Hogwarts and he can't see that they would be perfect together.
Well Harry and Hermione will be here any minute and I don't want to be all locked up in my room when they arrive and I certainly don't want them to catch a glimpse of my notebook. I guess we will all have a wonderful time even though I will be so distracted with her that I won't be able to concentrate on anything that we do. Well, I'll probably write again after everyone falls asleep tonight.
"Hey mum, have they arrived yet?" asked Ron as he part ran and part tumbled down the many flights of stairs at The Burrow.
"No dear and do be more careful coming down the stairs. Remember that poor Percy won't be out of bed for another week on account of his leg." Crooned Mrs. Weasley as she handed a large mug of hot chocolate to her twenty-year-old son who was lounged on the large sofa with a pained expression on his face.
"Mum the doctor said that he would be okay within ten minutes of taking the Bone Repair Potion. He's faking injury worse than Malfoy did in third year." At this Percy blushed violently and feigned a howl of pain. Mrs. Weasley gave Ron a stern expression and turned back to Percy to see if he was all right.
Wish she would pay that much attention to me when I'm hurt, thought Ron as he picked up his hastily prepared lunch off of the small kitchen table. Corned beef and mayonnaise just like every other day that week. He ate it with a disgusted look on his face and then washed it down with the largest glass of pumpkin juice he had ever drank in his entire life, save the time in second year that he had coughed up slugs. Just as Ron finished his last gulp of pumpkin juice there was a small thud and he turned around to see Harry lying on his kitchen floor, covered in soot and wearing a dazed expression.
"I hate traveling by floo," he commented as he picked himself up off the floor and moved his trunk to make way for Hermione who followed shortly after. Luckily Harry caught her before she could fall face-first onto the floor much to Ron's amusement.
"Ugh, I hate traveling by floo, why couldn't we just learn to aparate? It's a lot like muggle driving and they get to learn how when they turn 16," complained Hermione as she dusted the soot off of her muggle T-shirt.
"I don't think that your opinion is going to change the way that the entire wizarding world works Hermione, no matter how right you are," reminded Harry.
"Yea, wait," said Ron feigning deep thought, "like when you decided to single-handedly change the laws concerning the treatment and rights of house elves all over the world." At this Harry snorted and tried hard to cover up his large grin while Hermione gave them both stern looks.
"Well really, you two are behaving just like little children. I need to go put my things in Ginny's room and then we should go down the hill into the city and get some lunch."
"But Hermione, it's a muggle town. I cant even understand what you're talking about half the time and you go to Hogwarts, what am I going to do when I get around real muggles?"
"Don't worry, Ron. It's the same as the wizarding world with a few new words. I honestly can't believe that you have never once been down into Ottery St. Catchpole. You live less than a mile away and you've lived her your whole life." Hermione took her large trunk (probably full of books, thought Ron) up to the second story landing and put it at the foot of the extra bed that had been placed there especially for her. Harry on the other hand was lugging his trunk all the way up to the last floor of the house to Ron's tiny, violently orange room.
After everyone's things were safely put away Harry, Ron, and Hermione trudged down the tall hill and into a tiny café. Hermione ordered a cookie and a cup of coffee for Ron, who didn't know what he wanted, and a plate of cookies and two mugs of coffee for her and Harry. They sat in three squashy armchairs in a dusty corner of the café and talked as they ate their cookies. Ron was the last one to finish his coffee and couldn't seem to concentrate on anything that Harry or Hermione said to him.
"Ron... Ron... RON!" Hermione finally shouted at him.
"Oh, sorry Herm. Must have drifted off. What were you saying?" Hermione sighed and got up. Harry and Ron followed and moments later they were standing in front of a bookshop.
"Figures," said Ron, "she decides to go to a bookshop when she gets mad." Ron and Harry couldn't think of anything else to do so they walked reluctantly into the small bookshop. Ron walked off by himself. He couldn't stop thinking of her. She was so beautiful and wonderful and just perfect for him. Now he was in the back of the dusty bookshop and there were shelves of diaries, journals, and notebooks. Ron picked up a tiny, black, leather-bound journal and flipped through its blank pages. Well this would be nicer than a spiral notebook to write everything down in, Ron thought as he dug some money out of his pocket. Hermione had been kind enough to lend him and Harry some muggle money for the trip into town. Ron paid the shopkeeper for the journal and stepped out onto the sunny street and walked around aimlessly for almost an hour before Hermione caught up with him.
"Ron, where have you been? Harry and I have been trying to find you for ages. We were so worried. Harry told me what's wrong with you and frankly I'm shocked. Why didn't you tell me?" Hermione said, all in one breath.
"Well I thought you already knew," he said earnestly.
"Well I didn't and I wouldn't have ever known if Harry hadn't told me. Why would you keep that from me of all people?"
"I'm sorry Hermione, I really should have told you about it before I told anyone else." Ron sighed. Hermione threw her arms around him and, astonished, Ron patted her back gingerly.
A.N: Well this is it. It won't be as simple as it seems here. Oh well, you'll see what I mean soon. Hope you review cuz that's the only way I'll know if you like it. Don't worry, I think things will start to pick up in the next chapter.
Disclaimer: The title of this chapter is based on a song called "Electric Baby" by Mest. I'm not going to tell you that I'm not J.K. Rowling because you should already know that.