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A/N : Alright guys, you all don't seem to interested in my series Thoughts but I like writing them, so I'm going to keep going! So if anyone actually reads this ... enjoy!
Ron's Thoughts #3 In Series
I can't take this much longer, Mione is so pretty and nice and sweet and kind and wonderful and amazing and ... well I could go on forever like this but I wont. I'll get right to the point. I like her, I might even love her. I've known her since first year, when we were eleven and I even remember the first time we met, on the Hogwarts Express. Harry and I were pigging out on sweets from the trolly and she came in, as cute as ever, looking for Neville's toad, Trevor. She asked us if we had seen him and we brushed her aside with a simple no.
Mione, being who she is, didn't take the hint and leave. She stayed and talked for a while, introducing herself to us, telling us to get into our robes, pointing out the obvious fact - I couldn't do magic. Merlin she was so cute. Of course, back then I didn't think that, back then I just kept thinking 'If I knew how to do hexes she'd be in a lot of trouble'.
Then when we got to school, of course we were all sorted into the same house ... I think that was kind of Fate's little way of starting all this. Now we're all such close friends, nothing could tear us apart.
As we grew up together we got closer and closer, everyday our friendship was tested, but never more than the hardest times in our lives. Times when we were all forced into battle against the Dark Lord, helping Harry through everything.
I was always so worried about Hermione when we went into battle, I didn't care about my well being, and I knew Harry could take care of his self. But Hermione ... I knew if I ever lost her, my world would die along with her.
But the scariest thing would be to lose her, and never tell her how I really feel about her. I would never be able to live with myself then. I know I have to tell her, but I can't, not yet. It's not the right time.
But then ... when will be the right time?
It's now, or never.
Ron
A/N : Alright guys, you all don't seem to interested in my series Thoughts but I like writing them, so I'm going to keep going! So if anyone actually reads this ... enjoy!
Ron's Thoughts #3 In Series
I can't take this much longer, Mione is so pretty and nice and sweet and kind and wonderful and amazing and ... well I could go on forever like this but I wont. I'll get right to the point. I like her, I might even love her. I've known her since first year, when we were eleven and I even remember the first time we met, on the Hogwarts Express. Harry and I were pigging out on sweets from the trolly and she came in, as cute as ever, looking for Neville's toad, Trevor. She asked us if we had seen him and we brushed her aside with a simple no.
Mione, being who she is, didn't take the hint and leave. She stayed and talked for a while, introducing herself to us, telling us to get into our robes, pointing out the obvious fact - I couldn't do magic. Merlin she was so cute. Of course, back then I didn't think that, back then I just kept thinking 'If I knew how to do hexes she'd be in a lot of trouble'.
Then when we got to school, of course we were all sorted into the same house ... I think that was kind of Fate's little way of starting all this. Now we're all such close friends, nothing could tear us apart.
As we grew up together we got closer and closer, everyday our friendship was tested, but never more than the hardest times in our lives. Times when we were all forced into battle against the Dark Lord, helping Harry through everything.
I was always so worried about Hermione when we went into battle, I didn't care about my well being, and I knew Harry could take care of his self. But Hermione ... I knew if I ever lost her, my world would die along with her.
But the scariest thing would be to lose her, and never tell her how I really feel about her. I would never be able to live with myself then. I know I have to tell her, but I can't, not yet. It's not the right time.
But then ... when will be the right time?
It's now, or never.
Ron