Chapter Two: Thirteen
July 15, 1995
Well this is my new journal that I bought yesterday when we were in town (That's about the only thing that the trip to town was good for). Much better than the other one I had. I already copied down the entries from my notebook. Hermione got mad at me as usual. I don't see why she plays with me like that. One second I think "Wow, we're finally starting to get along," and I'm so happy that we might finally stop fighting and then, without warning, she decides that something I say is wrong or inconsiderate and she gets in a huff, storming off like she's mortally offended. I guess that its alright now, we made up that is. I wish I could talk to someone about her. She's so lovely and smart and I can't wait until I make her see that we belong together. Sure, she's a little uptight sometimes but now that I think of it, I wouldn't change her for anything. After all, if she weren't the way she is I might not be in love with her.
Well on another note I'm listening to Bowling For Soup today. I love the song Thirteen. Don't know why but its just so catchy. "Pinch my arm because I'm dreaming, better get me out of here. Once again my head is screaming, gotta get her off my mind. She's staying, complaining, 'cause she doesn't know what's on my mind when she's around...!" Well I think I just heard mom call for breakfast.
Ron woke Harry and tried to engage him in conversation while he pulled on a pair of overly large jeans and a rugby jersey.
"I think I'm really in love with her Harry, I mean, it's not just a crush anymore. Like, in the beginning I thought I loved her but I think that I was just overly excited. You know, those first crush feelings and all, but now that I look back I realize that my feelings are so much stronger and I can't quit write... er... thinking about her. Did you know that Hermione hugged me yesterday? I didn't know what to think. She hugged me really tight and I didn't know what to do so I just sorta patted her on the back. Do you think that was the right thing to do? I mean What if I gave her the wrong impression!" Ron continued on as harry tried in vain to comb out his unruly hair.
"Slow down Ron, I just woke up and you're talking a mile a minute, maybe faster. Hold that thought and ask me later when I've had something to eat." Sighed Harry, opening Ron's bedroom door and trudging sleepily down the stairs towards the aroma of eggs and bacon. Hermione was down a few minutes later, her disheveled hair in a loose bun.
"Mornin' Ermione," said Harry and Ron through mouthfuls of toast and eggs. Hermione gave them both an odd look and slumped down sleepily in a chair across from Ron. "Want to go get our school things in Diagon Alley after breakfast?" Ron asked, his mouth now full of bacon.
"Sure, I need to pick up some extra books while I'm there though. And my parent's gave me birthday money again this year! I wonder what I should buy?" She said excitedly.
After everyone was a little more awake and full to the brim with Mrs. Weasley's wonderful breakfast they all took a pinch of floo powder and before they had time to think twice about it, they were all standing on the bright cobbled street of Diagon Alley.
"Oh, let's go to Flourish and Blotts!" squealed Hermione before anyone else could get a word in.
"How 'bout not Hermione, we need to get money first anyway. You'll never believe this, Fred and George got a load of money from some unknown source over the summer and they gave Ginny and me a hundred Galleons apiece! Do you know how much you can buy with a hundred Galleons even after all of the school books and new robes? That's a small Fortune!" Ron told them excitedly. He didn't seem to notice the nervous look on Harry's face.
At Gringots they were lead down to their separate vaults and Ron enjoyed the break-neck journey even more now that he had something to look forward to when he got to his destination. He stood apprehensively and watched the tiny goblin open his very own vault filled from wall to wall with his very own money and for the first time in his life he knew how Harry must have felt when he first opened his vault at Gringots. Ron took only twenty of his precious treasure and caught one last glimpse of gold before the heavy vault door shut again. When Ron got back to the main hall of Gringots, Harry and Hermione were already there and waiting for him.
"Hey you guys! Now where to first? Quality Quidditch Supplies? Crazy Carl's Joke Shop?" but Hermione stopped him in mid sentence.
"No Ron, first we need to go buy our books and get fitted for new robes and buy new potions ingredients and I need to buy some things for Crookshanks," and the list went on and on as they walked towards Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Ron decided that he would make the best of all this and buy himself some new dress robes.
The three friends left the shop a few minutes later, Ron with deep blue dress robes. "Well next is Flourish and Blotts I suppose," sighed Harry. Thankfully the clerk wasn't in as foul a mood as he had been the year before. They all handed him their book lists and he flitted airily around the shop plucking their books from assorted shelves.
"There you are! Will you be paying separately or together?" the clerk asked as he totaled their purchases on his funny, and quite old looking, cash register. After a quick discussion they decided to pay together and left the shop, their loads growing heavier. After they refilled their potion-making kits and had gotten various nick knacks for Crookshanks Ron and Harry were finally free to go marvel at the broomsticks in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies. On the way there, however, something in the window of another store caught Ron and Harry's attention. A full drum set and a shiny, black, magic guitar.
"Oh honestly, you two are almost drooling. It's just a few stupid instruments." Reprimanded Hermione though neither boy paid much attention. Well, until they caught sight of the price tags.
"300 Galleons for the drum set?" said Ron, outraged.
"That's nothing," said Harry, "450 Galleons for the guitar. That's not even counting drumsticks or guitar picks and all the music books that you'd need to buy."
The rest of the day passed quickly. Hermione bought herself a bottle of frizz taming potion and, of course, about a hundred pounds worth of "extra reading". Dinner was good as usual and Ron went early to bed. For hours, even after Harry's slowed breathing told him that his friend was asleep, Ron lay awake and thought about the drum set and the guitar and all the songs that he and Harry could write. Maybe even one for her.
A/N: Well thanks for my ONE reviewer. I guess I need to say that in the next chapter, Ron's thoughts about her are almost too much to bear. Read and Review just because you love me.
Disclaimer: The title of the story is also the title of a song by NFG, the title of this chapter is the name of a song by Bowling For Soup.
July 15, 1995
Well this is my new journal that I bought yesterday when we were in town (That's about the only thing that the trip to town was good for). Much better than the other one I had. I already copied down the entries from my notebook. Hermione got mad at me as usual. I don't see why she plays with me like that. One second I think "Wow, we're finally starting to get along," and I'm so happy that we might finally stop fighting and then, without warning, she decides that something I say is wrong or inconsiderate and she gets in a huff, storming off like she's mortally offended. I guess that its alright now, we made up that is. I wish I could talk to someone about her. She's so lovely and smart and I can't wait until I make her see that we belong together. Sure, she's a little uptight sometimes but now that I think of it, I wouldn't change her for anything. After all, if she weren't the way she is I might not be in love with her.
Well on another note I'm listening to Bowling For Soup today. I love the song Thirteen. Don't know why but its just so catchy. "Pinch my arm because I'm dreaming, better get me out of here. Once again my head is screaming, gotta get her off my mind. She's staying, complaining, 'cause she doesn't know what's on my mind when she's around...!" Well I think I just heard mom call for breakfast.
Ron woke Harry and tried to engage him in conversation while he pulled on a pair of overly large jeans and a rugby jersey.
"I think I'm really in love with her Harry, I mean, it's not just a crush anymore. Like, in the beginning I thought I loved her but I think that I was just overly excited. You know, those first crush feelings and all, but now that I look back I realize that my feelings are so much stronger and I can't quit write... er... thinking about her. Did you know that Hermione hugged me yesterday? I didn't know what to think. She hugged me really tight and I didn't know what to do so I just sorta patted her on the back. Do you think that was the right thing to do? I mean What if I gave her the wrong impression!" Ron continued on as harry tried in vain to comb out his unruly hair.
"Slow down Ron, I just woke up and you're talking a mile a minute, maybe faster. Hold that thought and ask me later when I've had something to eat." Sighed Harry, opening Ron's bedroom door and trudging sleepily down the stairs towards the aroma of eggs and bacon. Hermione was down a few minutes later, her disheveled hair in a loose bun.
"Mornin' Ermione," said Harry and Ron through mouthfuls of toast and eggs. Hermione gave them both an odd look and slumped down sleepily in a chair across from Ron. "Want to go get our school things in Diagon Alley after breakfast?" Ron asked, his mouth now full of bacon.
"Sure, I need to pick up some extra books while I'm there though. And my parent's gave me birthday money again this year! I wonder what I should buy?" She said excitedly.
After everyone was a little more awake and full to the brim with Mrs. Weasley's wonderful breakfast they all took a pinch of floo powder and before they had time to think twice about it, they were all standing on the bright cobbled street of Diagon Alley.
"Oh, let's go to Flourish and Blotts!" squealed Hermione before anyone else could get a word in.
"How 'bout not Hermione, we need to get money first anyway. You'll never believe this, Fred and George got a load of money from some unknown source over the summer and they gave Ginny and me a hundred Galleons apiece! Do you know how much you can buy with a hundred Galleons even after all of the school books and new robes? That's a small Fortune!" Ron told them excitedly. He didn't seem to notice the nervous look on Harry's face.
At Gringots they were lead down to their separate vaults and Ron enjoyed the break-neck journey even more now that he had something to look forward to when he got to his destination. He stood apprehensively and watched the tiny goblin open his very own vault filled from wall to wall with his very own money and for the first time in his life he knew how Harry must have felt when he first opened his vault at Gringots. Ron took only twenty of his precious treasure and caught one last glimpse of gold before the heavy vault door shut again. When Ron got back to the main hall of Gringots, Harry and Hermione were already there and waiting for him.
"Hey you guys! Now where to first? Quality Quidditch Supplies? Crazy Carl's Joke Shop?" but Hermione stopped him in mid sentence.
"No Ron, first we need to go buy our books and get fitted for new robes and buy new potions ingredients and I need to buy some things for Crookshanks," and the list went on and on as they walked towards Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Ron decided that he would make the best of all this and buy himself some new dress robes.
The three friends left the shop a few minutes later, Ron with deep blue dress robes. "Well next is Flourish and Blotts I suppose," sighed Harry. Thankfully the clerk wasn't in as foul a mood as he had been the year before. They all handed him their book lists and he flitted airily around the shop plucking their books from assorted shelves.
"There you are! Will you be paying separately or together?" the clerk asked as he totaled their purchases on his funny, and quite old looking, cash register. After a quick discussion they decided to pay together and left the shop, their loads growing heavier. After they refilled their potion-making kits and had gotten various nick knacks for Crookshanks Ron and Harry were finally free to go marvel at the broomsticks in the window of Quality Quidditch Supplies. On the way there, however, something in the window of another store caught Ron and Harry's attention. A full drum set and a shiny, black, magic guitar.
"Oh honestly, you two are almost drooling. It's just a few stupid instruments." Reprimanded Hermione though neither boy paid much attention. Well, until they caught sight of the price tags.
"300 Galleons for the drum set?" said Ron, outraged.
"That's nothing," said Harry, "450 Galleons for the guitar. That's not even counting drumsticks or guitar picks and all the music books that you'd need to buy."
The rest of the day passed quickly. Hermione bought herself a bottle of frizz taming potion and, of course, about a hundred pounds worth of "extra reading". Dinner was good as usual and Ron went early to bed. For hours, even after Harry's slowed breathing told him that his friend was asleep, Ron lay awake and thought about the drum set and the guitar and all the songs that he and Harry could write. Maybe even one for her.
A/N: Well thanks for my ONE reviewer. I guess I need to say that in the next chapter, Ron's thoughts about her are almost too much to bear. Read and Review just because you love me.
Disclaimer: The title of the story is also the title of a song by NFG, the title of this chapter is the name of a song by Bowling For Soup.