A/N: I thought that I might warn you. This is where the pg13 comes in.
Not too much and it's all worded in a very non-threatening way but...
well... I guess Ron is just feeling and thinking some things that he
hasn't before.
Chapter Four: Torn
July 20, 1995
Sorry that I haven't written in a while but I don't have much time since Harry and Hermione are here. The strangest thing about the other night, Harry and me were talking about our plan to start a band and all that and then Hermione walked in. I was thinking how she almost looks like Pavarti from a little ways back. A strange thought struck me then. I was thinking how beautiful Pavarti is and then it clicked in my mind... Hermione must be pretty if she looks like Pavarti. All in all it was an odd revelation. I mean, I think Hermione is pretty. I don't fancy her of course, I don't mean to give anyone that impression because I know that Pavarti is the only one for me. But what a pillow fight we all had that night. Hermione nearly took my head off with a well-aimed pillow, though I ducked just in time. All hell broke loose after that because Harry and Hermione teamed up on me and I ended up on the floor with my arms over my face.
Ron walked by Hermione, trying hard to avoid meeting her eyes. He could scarcely make himself believe what he knew to be true. Hermione had grown up since first year and now that he knew this he felt rather odd around her. Every time he bumped into her on the stairs or, when quite by accident, his eyes fell where they didn't belong his ears started to turn red and he would quit looking at her or even talking to her for nearly an hour. He could tell that it hurt her to be ignored by one of her best friends.
Ron knew that he didn't fancy her in the least bit but it was odd thinking that he'd had a pillow fight with someone in possession of things that, on any other girl, would have given him a strange feeling in his stomach and the urge to stare shamelessly.
"Ron what is wrong with you lately?" Hermione finally asked in exasperation.
"Huh?" asked Ron stupidly, his eyes snapping up once again from where they did not belong.
"I was just asking what's on your mind." Dare he tell her that it was, well, unmentionable to say the least? That he was thinking of things that one should never think of their best friends. Oh she was beautiful. But no, she was Hermione. Just Hermione, and nothing else. She was still the same Hermione that wanted to know it all, that wanted to free the house elves, the Hermione that went to the Yule Ball with Victor Krum and the same Hermione that he fought with nearly every day. Oh but that isn't all she is, said a tiny voice in the back of his mind. She was beautiful and smart, this was also the same Hermione that had hugged him countless times and the same Hermione that looked so pretty when she was mad. The way that her cheeks turned lightly pink and her eyebrows turned down, the way that her chest rose up and down making her soft, smooth... NO! Hermione wasn't like that to him. He didn't want to think of her like that. NO NO N-
"Ron! Are you all right? You've been staring blankly into space for the last two minutes," explained Hermione, looking slightly annoyed.
"Oh, yea, didn't mean to worry you Hermione," he reassured her, feeling the heat in his face slowly grow to include his ears and neck. "All's well, I was just thinking about... well, to tell you the truth..."
"Don't worry about it Ron, I know all about it," sighed Hermione.
"You do?" he asked, almost in a panic. How could she know? Had she found his journal and read it?
"Well of course I know, you can't keep your mind off of Pavarti (Ron breathed a sigh of relief). Don't worry about her too much Ron. If you still like her by the time school starts up again then you should think of telling her, but until then just try to think of something else," and at that Hermione walked past Ron and into Ginny's bedroom to study her notes.
It was hormones, Ron decided. He just missed Pavarti so much, and he hadn't seen another girl in so long, that when he realized how pretty Hermione was his body couldn't help itself. This gave him a strong sense of relief, being free of all this nonsense. Oh sure, Hermione still did something to his insides every time he looked at her but it was good to know that nothing was really happening aside from some overly active hormones.
Oh Pavarti, he thought to himself as he ate dinner that night. When will I see your beautiful face again? How long till this... thing, for Hermione leaves me and I can concentrate on what really matters to me. Your happiness is all I need.
After dinner Ron went out to the practice pitch alone. Harry was doing his summer potions assignment and Hermione was doing her third extra credit assignment for Professor Binns. He took a few laps around the small clearing and then landed to do some drills. After only twenty pushups he was exhausted. Well I need to work on my upper body strength, he thought to himself as he rolled onto his back to start doing sit-ups.
Two hours later he was sore, grumpy, and thoroughly tired as he walked back down the hill and into The Burrow, nearly forgetting that he had promised his mom a finished potions report before bed. Thoroughly annoyed he went up to his room to find Hermione with her elbows on the edge of his bed and arms pressing her soft, sweet, tantalizing... oh that sight was enough to make him-NO! He couldn't think of her like that even if it was just his hormones.
"Oh, hi Ron! I was just helping Harry with his potions report. Do you need any help while I'm up here?" She asked in a cheerful voice.
"Oh, what? Sure, I guess anything to make it go quicker." Ron flopped down on his bed and stayed like that for a few moments before reaching into his side table drawer for some parchment, a quill, and his potions book. "On three roles of parchment, describe the method for making an infatuation draught and what the various ingredients add to the effect of it. Also give at least three reasons why it is outlawed by the Ministry of Magic," Ron read aloud from the top of his assignment sheet. "What's the point of knowing how to make it if it's outlawed by the Ministry of Magic?"
"You know, I agree," said Harry thoughtfully, "I think that Snape may be trying to help us into trouble just for a reason to get us expelled."
"Sounds like the kind of think that the slimy git would do for fun," agreed Ron, potions book now lying open in his lap. "Now where shall we start? Hermione what does the Infatuation Draught do anyway?"
"Well since you're too lazy to look it up for yourself... The Infatuation Draught is one of the strongest love potions that can be made. The drinker of the potion becomes Infatuated with the person who gave them the potion. Once administered, the effects of the Infatuation Draught can last anywhere from six weeks to almost four months and can include a very strong and unconditional love of a person, sexual feelings, and willingness to do nearly anything for the loved one. Since the Draught is almost always administered against the drinkers will, the Ministry of Magic closely monitors the making of the Infatuation Draught."
Harry and Ron were writing at an unbelievable speed and in very large, capitol letters.
"You two, can't you at least try to write the required work without cheating?" Sighed Hermione, bending over slightly to turn the page of Ron's potions book. Just by chance Ron looked up at that exact moment and felt his heart stop. He had a clear view of Hermione's white bra. Oh how dark it made the soft, warm skin of her-Oh not again! Ron almost felt like he was under the Infatuation Draught at the moment.
"Er, Hermione, I'm not feeling too well. Think I'm gonna hit the hay so if you and Harry could go downstairs," He quickly invented. Harry and Hermione left, looking suspiciously back at him.
A/N: Well another chapter done! I hope it wasn't too "hormone-ish" for you. I think if I had a knife right now I could cut the sexual tension in Ron's bedroom, lol! As always, read and review!
Chapter Four: Torn
July 20, 1995
Sorry that I haven't written in a while but I don't have much time since Harry and Hermione are here. The strangest thing about the other night, Harry and me were talking about our plan to start a band and all that and then Hermione walked in. I was thinking how she almost looks like Pavarti from a little ways back. A strange thought struck me then. I was thinking how beautiful Pavarti is and then it clicked in my mind... Hermione must be pretty if she looks like Pavarti. All in all it was an odd revelation. I mean, I think Hermione is pretty. I don't fancy her of course, I don't mean to give anyone that impression because I know that Pavarti is the only one for me. But what a pillow fight we all had that night. Hermione nearly took my head off with a well-aimed pillow, though I ducked just in time. All hell broke loose after that because Harry and Hermione teamed up on me and I ended up on the floor with my arms over my face.
Ron walked by Hermione, trying hard to avoid meeting her eyes. He could scarcely make himself believe what he knew to be true. Hermione had grown up since first year and now that he knew this he felt rather odd around her. Every time he bumped into her on the stairs or, when quite by accident, his eyes fell where they didn't belong his ears started to turn red and he would quit looking at her or even talking to her for nearly an hour. He could tell that it hurt her to be ignored by one of her best friends.
Ron knew that he didn't fancy her in the least bit but it was odd thinking that he'd had a pillow fight with someone in possession of things that, on any other girl, would have given him a strange feeling in his stomach and the urge to stare shamelessly.
"Ron what is wrong with you lately?" Hermione finally asked in exasperation.
"Huh?" asked Ron stupidly, his eyes snapping up once again from where they did not belong.
"I was just asking what's on your mind." Dare he tell her that it was, well, unmentionable to say the least? That he was thinking of things that one should never think of their best friends. Oh she was beautiful. But no, she was Hermione. Just Hermione, and nothing else. She was still the same Hermione that wanted to know it all, that wanted to free the house elves, the Hermione that went to the Yule Ball with Victor Krum and the same Hermione that he fought with nearly every day. Oh but that isn't all she is, said a tiny voice in the back of his mind. She was beautiful and smart, this was also the same Hermione that had hugged him countless times and the same Hermione that looked so pretty when she was mad. The way that her cheeks turned lightly pink and her eyebrows turned down, the way that her chest rose up and down making her soft, smooth... NO! Hermione wasn't like that to him. He didn't want to think of her like that. NO NO N-
"Ron! Are you all right? You've been staring blankly into space for the last two minutes," explained Hermione, looking slightly annoyed.
"Oh, yea, didn't mean to worry you Hermione," he reassured her, feeling the heat in his face slowly grow to include his ears and neck. "All's well, I was just thinking about... well, to tell you the truth..."
"Don't worry about it Ron, I know all about it," sighed Hermione.
"You do?" he asked, almost in a panic. How could she know? Had she found his journal and read it?
"Well of course I know, you can't keep your mind off of Pavarti (Ron breathed a sigh of relief). Don't worry about her too much Ron. If you still like her by the time school starts up again then you should think of telling her, but until then just try to think of something else," and at that Hermione walked past Ron and into Ginny's bedroom to study her notes.
It was hormones, Ron decided. He just missed Pavarti so much, and he hadn't seen another girl in so long, that when he realized how pretty Hermione was his body couldn't help itself. This gave him a strong sense of relief, being free of all this nonsense. Oh sure, Hermione still did something to his insides every time he looked at her but it was good to know that nothing was really happening aside from some overly active hormones.
Oh Pavarti, he thought to himself as he ate dinner that night. When will I see your beautiful face again? How long till this... thing, for Hermione leaves me and I can concentrate on what really matters to me. Your happiness is all I need.
After dinner Ron went out to the practice pitch alone. Harry was doing his summer potions assignment and Hermione was doing her third extra credit assignment for Professor Binns. He took a few laps around the small clearing and then landed to do some drills. After only twenty pushups he was exhausted. Well I need to work on my upper body strength, he thought to himself as he rolled onto his back to start doing sit-ups.
Two hours later he was sore, grumpy, and thoroughly tired as he walked back down the hill and into The Burrow, nearly forgetting that he had promised his mom a finished potions report before bed. Thoroughly annoyed he went up to his room to find Hermione with her elbows on the edge of his bed and arms pressing her soft, sweet, tantalizing... oh that sight was enough to make him-NO! He couldn't think of her like that even if it was just his hormones.
"Oh, hi Ron! I was just helping Harry with his potions report. Do you need any help while I'm up here?" She asked in a cheerful voice.
"Oh, what? Sure, I guess anything to make it go quicker." Ron flopped down on his bed and stayed like that for a few moments before reaching into his side table drawer for some parchment, a quill, and his potions book. "On three roles of parchment, describe the method for making an infatuation draught and what the various ingredients add to the effect of it. Also give at least three reasons why it is outlawed by the Ministry of Magic," Ron read aloud from the top of his assignment sheet. "What's the point of knowing how to make it if it's outlawed by the Ministry of Magic?"
"You know, I agree," said Harry thoughtfully, "I think that Snape may be trying to help us into trouble just for a reason to get us expelled."
"Sounds like the kind of think that the slimy git would do for fun," agreed Ron, potions book now lying open in his lap. "Now where shall we start? Hermione what does the Infatuation Draught do anyway?"
"Well since you're too lazy to look it up for yourself... The Infatuation Draught is one of the strongest love potions that can be made. The drinker of the potion becomes Infatuated with the person who gave them the potion. Once administered, the effects of the Infatuation Draught can last anywhere from six weeks to almost four months and can include a very strong and unconditional love of a person, sexual feelings, and willingness to do nearly anything for the loved one. Since the Draught is almost always administered against the drinkers will, the Ministry of Magic closely monitors the making of the Infatuation Draught."
Harry and Ron were writing at an unbelievable speed and in very large, capitol letters.
"You two, can't you at least try to write the required work without cheating?" Sighed Hermione, bending over slightly to turn the page of Ron's potions book. Just by chance Ron looked up at that exact moment and felt his heart stop. He had a clear view of Hermione's white bra. Oh how dark it made the soft, warm skin of her-Oh not again! Ron almost felt like he was under the Infatuation Draught at the moment.
"Er, Hermione, I'm not feeling too well. Think I'm gonna hit the hay so if you and Harry could go downstairs," He quickly invented. Harry and Hermione left, looking suspiciously back at him.
A/N: Well another chapter done! I hope it wasn't too "hormone-ish" for you. I think if I had a knife right now I could cut the sexual tension in Ron's bedroom, lol! As always, read and review!