Every time I close my eyes
A/N: hey viewers, first time writer, long time reader. Trying my 'expertise' on a ron/hermione fic, don't know if it'll work but it's worth a try. Hope youz'll enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Do you think if I say it enough times it'll come true? 'I own Harry Potter, I own Harry Potter...' Nah didn't work. Oh... well
Chapter 1: The persistence of others
Ronald Weasley sat on the end of his bed staring blankly at the opposite wall, which was laden with a bright array of Chuddley Cannons posters, his favourite Quidditch team. To anybody who'd happen to walk into his room, it would appear that Ron was merely studying the plays of the Cannons keeper, trying to get ideas for his first Quiditch match of that year, but you see, this was all just an illusion. He was actually lost in though, thinking about a particular brown bushy haired someone who he hadn't seen since the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact, he was so lost in though that he didn't realize that a pretty little red haired girl was standing behind him holding up a bright orange pillow.
'Ouch! Hey! Ginny! Why in the bloody hell did you do that for?' Ron yelled out, obviously annoyed at the fact that his sister had entered his room without knocking and, as if adding insult to injury, throwing a pillow at his head.
'Aw. . . come on Ron, I'm sorry I interrupted your dream of Hermione, but you know what, in her absence I should like to say, "Ron, don't swear"!' the red haired girl replied a smile playing on her lips.
'Shut it Ginny! Don't you have anything better to do, like de-gnoming the garden or writing to one Harry Potter?' Ron exclaimed. This time the smile was on his lips.
'Oh no, actually I've finished de-gnoming and Harry hadn't replied to my last letter yet so I'm still waiting', Ginny replied.
She was too fast for him.
'Ah. . . right, whatever Ginny. Now do you mind, I haven't finished packing yet and if mum finds out she'll be yelling at me till we board the train', Ron said steering Ginny towards the door.
'Ronnikins, I know your not packing. Why don't you just tell Hermione that you like her already! I'm getting really sick of this. If you don't tell her this year I swear I will', Ginny retorted but allowed Ron to push her out the door.
'How many times Ginny. . . I DON'T LIKE HERMIONE! She's my best friend along with Harry alright!?' Ron was fuming. Seems like he got out of the wrong side of the bed that morning, so Ginny decided to back down while its not too late. An angry Weasley was never good.
'Yeah, I'm sorry Ron', she said, her smile disappearing, 'But just to let you know Hermione owled me this morning. . .' that smile was back.
'Wadshesay?' Ron spat out, a bit too quickly.
'Ron, you're suppose to be packing. . . remember', Ginny replied as she walked down the rickety stairs out of sight.
Ron let out an angry growl and slammed the door shut, which seemed to be a signal to the ghoul upstairs to drop a few pipes on to the attic floor.
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'Ron! Stop craning your neck like that. You look like a blimin' giraffe', Harry Potter said as he pushed his best friend towards the steaming Hogwarts Express, 'I'm sure Hermione will be here soon'.
'I'm not looking for Hermione Harry, just. . . um. . . seeing mum and dad off. And what's a giraffe anyway?' Ron asked as he finally dropped his gaze and lifted his trunk from his trolley and onto the train floor.
'Ah... never mind. Anyway I thought you were angry at Hermione for not coming over the Burrow for the summer holidays?' Harry asked.
'Yeah. I am'
'Well, didn't she have a good excuse? I mean it's not really compulsory for her to go right? I don't want you guys fighting like a married couple again this year... like every other year.'
'We don't fight that much. Who's side are you on anyway Harry? And besides, I hardly think vacationing to Bulgaria is a good reason'
'Ron, need I remind you that she was vacationing with her parents?'
'Harry I know but need I remind you that Bulgaria is the home of one Viktor Krum and I don't think he'll pass up the chance of seeing her again'
'C'mon Ron, they're just friends and anyhow, why do you care where she goes and whom she meets in her spare time?' Harry asked. Then, a sly smile appeared on his face 'Wait...you're not. . . jealous are you?' he mocked, emphasising the last few words.
'Harry, your starting to sound like my sister. Don't hang around her too much. I've said it before and I'll say it again... I don't like Hermione okay? Bloody hell, what do I have to do to get it through that thick skull of yours Potter', Ron exclaimed shaking his head.
He's so stubborn when it comes to Hermione Harry though, so he left it at that.
'Okay Ron, well we better get these in the train and wait for Hermoine inside'
'Yeah, ok'.
A/N: hey viewers, first time writer, long time reader. Trying my 'expertise' on a ron/hermione fic, don't know if it'll work but it's worth a try. Hope youz'll enjoy it.
Disclaimer: Do you think if I say it enough times it'll come true? 'I own Harry Potter, I own Harry Potter...' Nah didn't work. Oh... well
Chapter 1: The persistence of others
Ronald Weasley sat on the end of his bed staring blankly at the opposite wall, which was laden with a bright array of Chuddley Cannons posters, his favourite Quidditch team. To anybody who'd happen to walk into his room, it would appear that Ron was merely studying the plays of the Cannons keeper, trying to get ideas for his first Quiditch match of that year, but you see, this was all just an illusion. He was actually lost in though, thinking about a particular brown bushy haired someone who he hadn't seen since the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In fact, he was so lost in though that he didn't realize that a pretty little red haired girl was standing behind him holding up a bright orange pillow.
'Ouch! Hey! Ginny! Why in the bloody hell did you do that for?' Ron yelled out, obviously annoyed at the fact that his sister had entered his room without knocking and, as if adding insult to injury, throwing a pillow at his head.
'Aw. . . come on Ron, I'm sorry I interrupted your dream of Hermione, but you know what, in her absence I should like to say, "Ron, don't swear"!' the red haired girl replied a smile playing on her lips.
'Shut it Ginny! Don't you have anything better to do, like de-gnoming the garden or writing to one Harry Potter?' Ron exclaimed. This time the smile was on his lips.
'Oh no, actually I've finished de-gnoming and Harry hadn't replied to my last letter yet so I'm still waiting', Ginny replied.
She was too fast for him.
'Ah. . . right, whatever Ginny. Now do you mind, I haven't finished packing yet and if mum finds out she'll be yelling at me till we board the train', Ron said steering Ginny towards the door.
'Ronnikins, I know your not packing. Why don't you just tell Hermione that you like her already! I'm getting really sick of this. If you don't tell her this year I swear I will', Ginny retorted but allowed Ron to push her out the door.
'How many times Ginny. . . I DON'T LIKE HERMIONE! She's my best friend along with Harry alright!?' Ron was fuming. Seems like he got out of the wrong side of the bed that morning, so Ginny decided to back down while its not too late. An angry Weasley was never good.
'Yeah, I'm sorry Ron', she said, her smile disappearing, 'But just to let you know Hermione owled me this morning. . .' that smile was back.
'Wadshesay?' Ron spat out, a bit too quickly.
'Ron, you're suppose to be packing. . . remember', Ginny replied as she walked down the rickety stairs out of sight.
Ron let out an angry growl and slammed the door shut, which seemed to be a signal to the ghoul upstairs to drop a few pipes on to the attic floor.
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'Ron! Stop craning your neck like that. You look like a blimin' giraffe', Harry Potter said as he pushed his best friend towards the steaming Hogwarts Express, 'I'm sure Hermione will be here soon'.
'I'm not looking for Hermione Harry, just. . . um. . . seeing mum and dad off. And what's a giraffe anyway?' Ron asked as he finally dropped his gaze and lifted his trunk from his trolley and onto the train floor.
'Ah... never mind. Anyway I thought you were angry at Hermione for not coming over the Burrow for the summer holidays?' Harry asked.
'Yeah. I am'
'Well, didn't she have a good excuse? I mean it's not really compulsory for her to go right? I don't want you guys fighting like a married couple again this year... like every other year.'
'We don't fight that much. Who's side are you on anyway Harry? And besides, I hardly think vacationing to Bulgaria is a good reason'
'Ron, need I remind you that she was vacationing with her parents?'
'Harry I know but need I remind you that Bulgaria is the home of one Viktor Krum and I don't think he'll pass up the chance of seeing her again'
'C'mon Ron, they're just friends and anyhow, why do you care where she goes and whom she meets in her spare time?' Harry asked. Then, a sly smile appeared on his face 'Wait...you're not. . . jealous are you?' he mocked, emphasising the last few words.
'Harry, your starting to sound like my sister. Don't hang around her too much. I've said it before and I'll say it again... I don't like Hermione okay? Bloody hell, what do I have to do to get it through that thick skull of yours Potter', Ron exclaimed shaking his head.
He's so stubborn when it comes to Hermione Harry though, so he left it at that.
'Okay Ron, well we better get these in the train and wait for Hermoine inside'
'Yeah, ok'.