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Ron was scared stiff as he waited in the line at the front of the Great Hall. He looked at the Gryffindor table, and prayed before the sorting was over he would be sitting with them. Not at..the Slytherin table. He'd prefer Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw any day. He'd heard of Hogwarts from his brothers ever since Charlie, his oldest brother, became a first year. He'd heard of mighty Gryffindor and the shrewd Slytherins. He'd heard of the of the sacred rivalry of a thousand years that was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was legend, that every wizard that came from the house of Slytherin became bad. A bad wizard. " GO, RON!" yelled a voice from the Gryffindor table. Ron glanced at the Gryffindor table, and then felt his ears go red. It was Fred. Not only Fred was cheering though- so was his two other brothers, George and Percy. At least Percy was not making a riot like Fred and George. George was encouraging the students around him to cheer along. Ron turned away, his ears red, embarrassed. When he turned toward the front, he realized.he was standing behind Hermione. She must of moved in front of him without realizing it, because he knew she would have turned around already to say hello. Ron, from being so nervous, breathed in nervously. Then, he stopped. He smelled a scent. A scent of vanilla. And chocolate. It smelled good. He thought it was the food, but after a moment, he realized it was Hermione. Hermione smelled like vanilla. Ron leaned in just a tad bit more, and breathed in a little more. Oh, it smelled good. It reminded him of his mother's cookies. It reminded him of home. The burrow. He closed his eyes, and breathed in so deep, he almost choked. Then someone tapped his shoulder; he turned and was staring into Harry's brilliant green eyes. Harry looked just as nervous. "Ron, Ron!" Harry whispered urgently."What?" whispered Ron back. " If you're going to whisper, whisper quietly!" Ron didn't want Hermione to hear Harry calling Ron's name. Then she would know he's behind her. And she would figure out that he'd been.smelling her. He could almost see her wide eyes, her eyes calculating his proximity to her.and her brown eyes.. boiling. Her chocolate browns boiling. Ah.. her brown eyes boiling. Maybe he should get on her nerves. He loved watching them boil. What in the freaking world? What is up with Ron? Was it the freaking puberty? Ron didn't think so.Ron's seen some pretty girls, but he'd never start obsessing over them. This is bloody insane, Ron thought, I need to stop. Right. This. Minute. But Ron couldn't stop thinking about her for the next five minutes. He didn't even hear Harry whispering to him, urgently. "RON!" Harry whispered loudly. Ron's eyes widened, and he whispered back "Harry, shut it!"
Harry ignored this completely, and whispered " Ron, Ron..this sorting hat thing. What's supposed to happen? Which house should I be sorted into?" Ron snickered. Harry was a thousand times more nervous than Ron was..he didn't even know how he was going to be sorted. "Harry, listen. First of all, you want to be sorted into Gryffindor. That's the best house. You never want to be sorted into Slytherin-"
"Why not?" Harry whispered.
"Because," Ron whispered," Slytherin's a bad house. Every wizard that has been in that house has turned bad, Harry. All wizards and witches that have been in that house have been bad people. You never want to be in that house."
Harry's eyes widened. "Really?"
Ron was getting impatient. "Yes, you git, now will you be quiet? I was thinking-"
"How will they sort me?" Harry urgently whispered.
Ron laughed. "Oh, that's easy. It's going to-"
"POTTER, HARRY!" called Professor McGonagall from up front.
Harry turned a sickly pale and walked up front. Several heads turned toward him in amazement and wonder. But Ron hadn't noticed..because he hadn't been looking at Harry. He was looking at Hermione. Hermione was looking at Harry intently. Ron wanted to touch her hair, stroke it. It looked so pretty. Ron didn't know how much time went by, until he heard Seamus, a boy he'd met on the train, call his name.
" Hey, Ron!" Seamus whispered.
Ron really, really did not want to whisper back. He knew Hermione figured out he was behind her. He saw her stiffen, and was ready for the blow. Ready for her to turn around. She didn't. Ron sighed, and just answered back. Seamus would have made a big show of getting his attention anyway. "What?"
"Come over here, mate!" whispered Seamus.
Now, Ron knew there was no way Hermione didn't know he was behind her. When he walked by her, he smiled and said "Hey, Hermione!" Hermione smiled back at him. "Hi, Ron!" said Hermione. Before Ron even knew what he was doing, Ron spoke again but in a rush. "Hey, Hermione I was wondering-"
"WEASLEY, RONALD!"
I was wondering if you wanted to study with me tomorrow night.
Ron paled. But it wasn't because of the sorting hat. He walked up, but thoughts of Hermione flew through his head. You MORON thought Ron. What was he thinking? Study with me tommorow night? Ron didn't even know if they were going to have homework tomorrow! The sorting hat said something, and Ron commented back. Thank god. He was sorted into Gryffindor. He was still thinking about Hermione as they ate, even when they were walking toward their dormitory. He'd been debating whether to talk to her or not. Harry had been silent for most of the time, quietly thinking to himself. Ron was glad for the peace. He was quietly thinking to himself too. As they walked into the common rooms, Ron sank down into an armchair. He sighed in relief, as his back sank into the cushions. "Harry, you don't know how good this feels."said Ron, closing his eyes. He heard a soft plop next to him. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Harry, but was met a girl's violet eyes. He blinked. He'd never seen violet eyes before. She had golden hair. Very clean. The girl held out a hand. "My name's Lavender Brown." She stated simply. Brown? Didn't one of his brothers date a girl named Brown? Ron shook hers. "Ron Weasley." Ron replied. Lavender gazed at him intently. Ron began to get uncomfortable under her gaze. Ron stood up.
"You know, it would help it you stopped staring. It really would." Ron said sarcastically.
Lavender continued to stare at him. Her eyes twinkled.
"I saw you, Ron Weasley. I saw you watching." Lavender whispered. She stood up, smirking. "You didn't think anyone was watching.but I was. I was watching you. You were looking at Hermione."
Ron opened his mouth, in half confusion and outrage. Lavender held up a hand. Ron closed his mouth. He didn't know why..it looked like being silent was the best thing to do. Lavender's violet eyes twinkled so dangerously.
"You thought nobody was watching," Lavender whispered, staring at the floor. "but I was. Hermione didn't see you. I knew that look. That's the same look your brother gave my sister years ago in his first year." Lavender trembled. Ron was getting it now.Charlotte. Charlotte Brown. Bill and her dated when he was at Hogwarts..Then,
"Then, he broke her heart, didn't he?" whispered Ron back.
Lavendar's violet eyes rose up to Ron's.
"Yeah, he did. He broke it and left her to cry. My sister is still not over him, Ron. You're giving Hermione the look your brother gave my sister. I don't want Hermione's heart broken and I don't want to see her crying. She can't suffer like my sister did..all because of a Weasley boy."
Ron was taken back by these words. That was harsh. HARSH. Lavender's violet eyes were glassy now, and her face was red. "Don't touch her, Ron! I know what will happen, and it will NOT happen! Not again! Hermione's my best friend. I don't want her to-"
Lavender stopped talking for a moment. "Don't fall in love, Ron. Don't fall in love with Hermione Granger." Lavender said. Lavender walked up the girl's staircase, sniffling.
Whoa. That girl had problems. But he wanted to know one thing. He saw Fred heading up the staircase, yawning, with George close behind. He walked up to them. "Fred, hey, Fred!" called Ron. Fred turned, George bumping into him. They both looked sleepy and they were hiccupping. "H-h-hey, Ron!", hiccuped Fred." Been a long day. Kinda s-s-sleep, aren't you, George?" George didn't even respond. He was half asleep. God. Both of them had too much butter beer. " Fred, Fred, I wanted to ask you something,"started Ron. "Ask away!" Fred said, climbing the staircase, tripping on some steps and laughing.
"I wanted to ask you about Charlotte Brown-"
The hiccuping and laughing stopped. Fred and George stared at Ron.
"What do you know about Charlotte Brown?" whispered George.
"How do you know about Charlotte?" whispered Fred.
Ron was confused. "Didn't Bill date her when he was at Hogwarts?"
Both Fred and George nodded.
"Well, is she been hating Bill or something? Her sister, Lavender, back there has somethig out there for us or something like that-"
"Ron." Said George, his eyes disappointed. Fred looked tired. He sighed and put a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Charlotte never hated Bill. She loved him with all her heart. The bloke broke her poor heart. He thought she'd get over it after a bit. Bill had his reasons.." Fred trailed off.
"Yeah, Bill had his reasons," George continued. " after they broke up, Charlotte fell into full on depression. Big one. Ignored all her friends, family and schoolwork, wrote Bill love letters, begging him to come back. Bill didn't. You know, for reasons. He broke up with her during the middle of 7th year. Charlotte was depressed for the rest of the school year.But then,."George trailed off.
What the hell? Why did they keep trailing off?
"Keep going!" said Ron.
Fred sighed. "Anyways, Bill thought it was normal that she'd be in depression. He read the love letters she sent, but he never replied. Just burned them in the fire, late at night, when no one was in the common room."
"Charlotte was in no normal depression, Ron. We found out later she had cut herself in the girl's bathroom during lunch. She thought it would ease the heartbreak's pain. The night before graduation, Bill got another letter from Charlotte. Except this letter was short. I remember it, it was so short:
Bill, come to the library. Tomorrow is our last day. My last day here. I want to make it special. I want to spend it with you. Love, Charlotte
Fred shook his head. "Bill burned this note along with the others. Before getting on the train, Bill had forgotten to return a book he'd checked out during June. He hurried to the library, and went to go return it to the shelf...but he never made it to the shelf. He saw a girl lying on the floor near a table. Bill ran over, and when he'd taken a look at her face, he nearly passed out. It was Charlotte.", said Fred. Ron was pale, and shivering as he listened to the story. George finished the story. " Charlotte had commited suicide on her graduation day. It really was her last day. Bloody twisted, isn't it? She had stabbed her heart. On top of her chest, she'd written a note before she stabbed her heart. It's been etched into my memory ever since Bill told me. It said:
Today's my last day, Weasley Boy I wanted to spend it with you. I'm sorry you didn't come, Weasley Boy. My Weasley. One day, I wanted to be named Mrs. Weasley. I guess I won't. Tell my dad not to scream, tell my mom not to cry, tell my sister she should never fall in love. My sister looked up to me. Tell her I'm sorry she can't look up to me anymore. Falling in love made me just fall into darkness. My heart hurts, Weasley Boy. My heart's dying, Weasley Boy. I still love you, Weasley Boy. Still do. This blood was shed for you. You've caused me pain, but also pleasure. Today was my last day. In a way, I'm also glad you didn't come. Cause if you did, maybe I would have let my heart die on it's own. Not by my own hand. But I had to, Weasley. My heart's dying.I figured hey, I might as well die too. Goodbye, Bill Weasley. Weasley Boy. My Weasley Boy."
"Poor Bill," said Fred. "He never got over it." Fred punched Ron lightly in the chest. "Have a good night's sleep, Ron." Said Fred. He walked upstairs.
George shook his head. " Charlotte loved to call him Weasley Boy. Isn't that a tacky name? Honestly, who ever called one of us a Weasley boy?", said George. He started walking, but turned around. "Hey, Ron..good luck tommorow morning." Said Fred. He walked upstairs.
Ron sat down on the steps. Guilt was showering over his head like hail. Lavender Brown's sister committed suicide. God. Weasley Boy.
Whoever called one of us a Weasley Boy?
Lavender did. Lavender Brown called Ron...Weasley Boy.
Ron was scared stiff as he waited in the line at the front of the Great Hall. He looked at the Gryffindor table, and prayed before the sorting was over he would be sitting with them. Not at..the Slytherin table. He'd prefer Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw any day. He'd heard of Hogwarts from his brothers ever since Charlie, his oldest brother, became a first year. He'd heard of mighty Gryffindor and the shrewd Slytherins. He'd heard of the of the sacred rivalry of a thousand years that was between Gryffindor and Slytherin. It was legend, that every wizard that came from the house of Slytherin became bad. A bad wizard. " GO, RON!" yelled a voice from the Gryffindor table. Ron glanced at the Gryffindor table, and then felt his ears go red. It was Fred. Not only Fred was cheering though- so was his two other brothers, George and Percy. At least Percy was not making a riot like Fred and George. George was encouraging the students around him to cheer along. Ron turned away, his ears red, embarrassed. When he turned toward the front, he realized.he was standing behind Hermione. She must of moved in front of him without realizing it, because he knew she would have turned around already to say hello. Ron, from being so nervous, breathed in nervously. Then, he stopped. He smelled a scent. A scent of vanilla. And chocolate. It smelled good. He thought it was the food, but after a moment, he realized it was Hermione. Hermione smelled like vanilla. Ron leaned in just a tad bit more, and breathed in a little more. Oh, it smelled good. It reminded him of his mother's cookies. It reminded him of home. The burrow. He closed his eyes, and breathed in so deep, he almost choked. Then someone tapped his shoulder; he turned and was staring into Harry's brilliant green eyes. Harry looked just as nervous. "Ron, Ron!" Harry whispered urgently."What?" whispered Ron back. " If you're going to whisper, whisper quietly!" Ron didn't want Hermione to hear Harry calling Ron's name. Then she would know he's behind her. And she would figure out that he'd been.smelling her. He could almost see her wide eyes, her eyes calculating his proximity to her.and her brown eyes.. boiling. Her chocolate browns boiling. Ah.. her brown eyes boiling. Maybe he should get on her nerves. He loved watching them boil. What in the freaking world? What is up with Ron? Was it the freaking puberty? Ron didn't think so.Ron's seen some pretty girls, but he'd never start obsessing over them. This is bloody insane, Ron thought, I need to stop. Right. This. Minute. But Ron couldn't stop thinking about her for the next five minutes. He didn't even hear Harry whispering to him, urgently. "RON!" Harry whispered loudly. Ron's eyes widened, and he whispered back "Harry, shut it!"
Harry ignored this completely, and whispered " Ron, Ron..this sorting hat thing. What's supposed to happen? Which house should I be sorted into?" Ron snickered. Harry was a thousand times more nervous than Ron was..he didn't even know how he was going to be sorted. "Harry, listen. First of all, you want to be sorted into Gryffindor. That's the best house. You never want to be sorted into Slytherin-"
"Why not?" Harry whispered.
"Because," Ron whispered," Slytherin's a bad house. Every wizard that has been in that house has turned bad, Harry. All wizards and witches that have been in that house have been bad people. You never want to be in that house."
Harry's eyes widened. "Really?"
Ron was getting impatient. "Yes, you git, now will you be quiet? I was thinking-"
"How will they sort me?" Harry urgently whispered.
Ron laughed. "Oh, that's easy. It's going to-"
"POTTER, HARRY!" called Professor McGonagall from up front.
Harry turned a sickly pale and walked up front. Several heads turned toward him in amazement and wonder. But Ron hadn't noticed..because he hadn't been looking at Harry. He was looking at Hermione. Hermione was looking at Harry intently. Ron wanted to touch her hair, stroke it. It looked so pretty. Ron didn't know how much time went by, until he heard Seamus, a boy he'd met on the train, call his name.
" Hey, Ron!" Seamus whispered.
Ron really, really did not want to whisper back. He knew Hermione figured out he was behind her. He saw her stiffen, and was ready for the blow. Ready for her to turn around. She didn't. Ron sighed, and just answered back. Seamus would have made a big show of getting his attention anyway. "What?"
"Come over here, mate!" whispered Seamus.
Now, Ron knew there was no way Hermione didn't know he was behind her. When he walked by her, he smiled and said "Hey, Hermione!" Hermione smiled back at him. "Hi, Ron!" said Hermione. Before Ron even knew what he was doing, Ron spoke again but in a rush. "Hey, Hermione I was wondering-"
"WEASLEY, RONALD!"
I was wondering if you wanted to study with me tomorrow night.
Ron paled. But it wasn't because of the sorting hat. He walked up, but thoughts of Hermione flew through his head. You MORON thought Ron. What was he thinking? Study with me tommorow night? Ron didn't even know if they were going to have homework tomorrow! The sorting hat said something, and Ron commented back. Thank god. He was sorted into Gryffindor. He was still thinking about Hermione as they ate, even when they were walking toward their dormitory. He'd been debating whether to talk to her or not. Harry had been silent for most of the time, quietly thinking to himself. Ron was glad for the peace. He was quietly thinking to himself too. As they walked into the common rooms, Ron sank down into an armchair. He sighed in relief, as his back sank into the cushions. "Harry, you don't know how good this feels."said Ron, closing his eyes. He heard a soft plop next to him. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Harry, but was met a girl's violet eyes. He blinked. He'd never seen violet eyes before. She had golden hair. Very clean. The girl held out a hand. "My name's Lavender Brown." She stated simply. Brown? Didn't one of his brothers date a girl named Brown? Ron shook hers. "Ron Weasley." Ron replied. Lavender gazed at him intently. Ron began to get uncomfortable under her gaze. Ron stood up.
"You know, it would help it you stopped staring. It really would." Ron said sarcastically.
Lavender continued to stare at him. Her eyes twinkled.
"I saw you, Ron Weasley. I saw you watching." Lavender whispered. She stood up, smirking. "You didn't think anyone was watching.but I was. I was watching you. You were looking at Hermione."
Ron opened his mouth, in half confusion and outrage. Lavender held up a hand. Ron closed his mouth. He didn't know why..it looked like being silent was the best thing to do. Lavender's violet eyes twinkled so dangerously.
"You thought nobody was watching," Lavender whispered, staring at the floor. "but I was. Hermione didn't see you. I knew that look. That's the same look your brother gave my sister years ago in his first year." Lavender trembled. Ron was getting it now.Charlotte. Charlotte Brown. Bill and her dated when he was at Hogwarts..Then,
"Then, he broke her heart, didn't he?" whispered Ron back.
Lavendar's violet eyes rose up to Ron's.
"Yeah, he did. He broke it and left her to cry. My sister is still not over him, Ron. You're giving Hermione the look your brother gave my sister. I don't want Hermione's heart broken and I don't want to see her crying. She can't suffer like my sister did..all because of a Weasley boy."
Ron was taken back by these words. That was harsh. HARSH. Lavender's violet eyes were glassy now, and her face was red. "Don't touch her, Ron! I know what will happen, and it will NOT happen! Not again! Hermione's my best friend. I don't want her to-"
Lavender stopped talking for a moment. "Don't fall in love, Ron. Don't fall in love with Hermione Granger." Lavender said. Lavender walked up the girl's staircase, sniffling.
Whoa. That girl had problems. But he wanted to know one thing. He saw Fred heading up the staircase, yawning, with George close behind. He walked up to them. "Fred, hey, Fred!" called Ron. Fred turned, George bumping into him. They both looked sleepy and they were hiccupping. "H-h-hey, Ron!", hiccuped Fred." Been a long day. Kinda s-s-sleep, aren't you, George?" George didn't even respond. He was half asleep. God. Both of them had too much butter beer. " Fred, Fred, I wanted to ask you something,"started Ron. "Ask away!" Fred said, climbing the staircase, tripping on some steps and laughing.
"I wanted to ask you about Charlotte Brown-"
The hiccuping and laughing stopped. Fred and George stared at Ron.
"What do you know about Charlotte Brown?" whispered George.
"How do you know about Charlotte?" whispered Fred.
Ron was confused. "Didn't Bill date her when he was at Hogwarts?"
Both Fred and George nodded.
"Well, is she been hating Bill or something? Her sister, Lavender, back there has somethig out there for us or something like that-"
"Ron." Said George, his eyes disappointed. Fred looked tired. He sighed and put a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"Charlotte never hated Bill. She loved him with all her heart. The bloke broke her poor heart. He thought she'd get over it after a bit. Bill had his reasons.." Fred trailed off.
"Yeah, Bill had his reasons," George continued. " after they broke up, Charlotte fell into full on depression. Big one. Ignored all her friends, family and schoolwork, wrote Bill love letters, begging him to come back. Bill didn't. You know, for reasons. He broke up with her during the middle of 7th year. Charlotte was depressed for the rest of the school year.But then,."George trailed off.
What the hell? Why did they keep trailing off?
"Keep going!" said Ron.
Fred sighed. "Anyways, Bill thought it was normal that she'd be in depression. He read the love letters she sent, but he never replied. Just burned them in the fire, late at night, when no one was in the common room."
"Charlotte was in no normal depression, Ron. We found out later she had cut herself in the girl's bathroom during lunch. She thought it would ease the heartbreak's pain. The night before graduation, Bill got another letter from Charlotte. Except this letter was short. I remember it, it was so short:
Bill, come to the library. Tomorrow is our last day. My last day here. I want to make it special. I want to spend it with you. Love, Charlotte
Fred shook his head. "Bill burned this note along with the others. Before getting on the train, Bill had forgotten to return a book he'd checked out during June. He hurried to the library, and went to go return it to the shelf...but he never made it to the shelf. He saw a girl lying on the floor near a table. Bill ran over, and when he'd taken a look at her face, he nearly passed out. It was Charlotte.", said Fred. Ron was pale, and shivering as he listened to the story. George finished the story. " Charlotte had commited suicide on her graduation day. It really was her last day. Bloody twisted, isn't it? She had stabbed her heart. On top of her chest, she'd written a note before she stabbed her heart. It's been etched into my memory ever since Bill told me. It said:
Today's my last day, Weasley Boy I wanted to spend it with you. I'm sorry you didn't come, Weasley Boy. My Weasley. One day, I wanted to be named Mrs. Weasley. I guess I won't. Tell my dad not to scream, tell my mom not to cry, tell my sister she should never fall in love. My sister looked up to me. Tell her I'm sorry she can't look up to me anymore. Falling in love made me just fall into darkness. My heart hurts, Weasley Boy. My heart's dying, Weasley Boy. I still love you, Weasley Boy. Still do. This blood was shed for you. You've caused me pain, but also pleasure. Today was my last day. In a way, I'm also glad you didn't come. Cause if you did, maybe I would have let my heart die on it's own. Not by my own hand. But I had to, Weasley. My heart's dying.I figured hey, I might as well die too. Goodbye, Bill Weasley. Weasley Boy. My Weasley Boy."
"Poor Bill," said Fred. "He never got over it." Fred punched Ron lightly in the chest. "Have a good night's sleep, Ron." Said Fred. He walked upstairs.
George shook his head. " Charlotte loved to call him Weasley Boy. Isn't that a tacky name? Honestly, who ever called one of us a Weasley boy?", said George. He started walking, but turned around. "Hey, Ron..good luck tommorow morning." Said Fred. He walked upstairs.
Ron sat down on the steps. Guilt was showering over his head like hail. Lavender Brown's sister committed suicide. God. Weasley Boy.
Whoever called one of us a Weasley Boy?
Lavender did. Lavender Brown called Ron...Weasley Boy.