Every time I close my eyes
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed.
-missmetallic: yeh, I get wat ya mean. I'll take wat you said in consideration. I do think that there should be other characters involved... I'll try my best! Thanks
-Fuzzy Wuzzy Slipperz!: aw... thanks for the review. I'm sure everything will turn out great for both of them but only after a few more mishaps...
-mypaperheart: thanks! I'm trying to make it fluffy and original... at the same time.
-Mortari: hmmm... icecream with chocolate, sugar and cherry on top... hehe. Thanks for the review. I'll try to update as soon as I can for every chapter.
And so, without further ado.
Disclaimer: Only in my sweet, sweet imagination.
Chapter 3
Ron's point of view
I hardly think that was necessary.
Nobody knows about my secret crush on my best friend (no not Harry, are you sick?) but maybe Harry's caught on... but still if he has, I really don't think he should voice it out in front of everyone like that, especially when that particular someone I have a crush on is standing right there!
Damn Harry and his opinions, he should learn to keep it to himself.
But. . . what was that about though? I have a funny feeling something happened before I came into the compartment and I'm guessing it has something to do with Neville's toad (duh!).
'Bloody Trevor', I muttered as my forehead slammed against a cabin door.
Not such a good idea, doesn't help at all I can tell you that.
Then I heard giggling, I guessed it was coming from inside the cabin. I looked up and peered through the glass door and found some girls - probably fourth years - chattering and laughing away. They took one look at me, waved and fluttered their eyelashes in a flirtatious manner.
Well, what's a guy to do but smile and wave back, which was what I did. That seemed to make everything worse though because they proceeded to giggling shrilly again.
What's up with the girls today? Have they been injected with an extra dose of hormones or something? They've been acting extra friendly towards me since I got on the train. . . no wait, since I crossed the barrier from platform 9 3/4. Sure Ginny said that I look more like a buffed up Quidditch player now than an extra tall walking broomstick, but as a rule I don't really listen to any of her comments, I think she was being rather biased.
And sure I have spent most of the summer practicing my goal keeping skills in the forest clearing near our house and as a consequence had to wake up extra early to go jogging (I've never actually understood this concept of muggle exercise, but I used this time to think about other stuff) and a few push ups and sit ups here and there, oh, not to mention those hours I spent doing heavy lifting for Fred and George, but that's about it.
Actually, once, when I flexed in front of the mirror (I only did it once I swear) I realized -for the first time - that Ginny was right. I did kinda pack in a few bulks here and there, but apart from that I don't think I've changed at all.
Not exactly the opinion of the rest of the train though.
I chose to ignore this and continued to walk up the long dimly lit hallway of the Hogwarts Express. As I passed the compartments, I could just make out the dark Grey coloured sky outside. Of course, almost always rains when we're on the train
I finally stumbled upon a compartment filled with familiar faces.
'Hey mate, how's it going?' Seamus, a sandy haired boy with a thick Irish accent asked me with a smile.
'Yeah, I'm fine thanks', I replied. Sooo not true though.
'Hiya Ron', I heard Lavander say from the right hand corner of the cabin.
I looked over at her and Parvati. Like the rest they smiled and fluttered their eyelashes as if something large and uncomfortable were in their eyes.
'Merlin!' I thought. 'Not them too'. I walked over and sat as far from them as possible without them thinking that I was being a prick.
Seamus eyed me with disgust.
'Hey. . . not my fault', I thought.
'Ah. . . by the way Ron', Dean Thomas, another boy from my year, started, 'Hermione was here before. She was asking if we've seen you, maybe you should go look for her', he smiled.
Seamus smiled too, while Parvati and Lavander sported repulsed faces.
'Yeah, I already talked to her', I did not really want to get into this conversation right now.
'Good, so you can stay and chat with us a bit longer then,' Parvati said, smiling again.
'Yeah sure,' I sighed as Parvati and Lavander flapped their lashes yet again. I tried to concentrate hard on the conversation at hand, hoping against hope that neither Seamus nor Dean would flutter their eyelashes anytime soon.
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Hermione's point of view
Well, really, that was embarrassing. As much as I would've liked to follow Harry's suggestion and kissed Ron right then and there, doing that in front of my group of friends would just ensure me torture for the rest of the year.
Of course, trust Harry to voice his opinions.
Hearing a cough, I was finally awaken from my trance and realized that I was still standing, rooted to the spot, staring at the space Ron had been just seconds before.
Shaking my head a bit, I sat back down and placed my elbows to my knees then covered my eyes with the palm of my hands.
Just when I was getting comfortable in this position, I felt eyes upon me. I tilted my head up a bit and found that the three Gryffindors were sitting down on the opposite bench staring at me, a broad grin plastered across each of their faces.
'What?' I asked them, a bit forcefully.
'Nothing', they all said nonchalantly, still with the freaky smile.
So immature.
Rolling my eyes, I stood up again and pulled my brown rucksack from the overhead compartment. I took out 'Expert Transfiguration' and opened it at a page I had book marked last night.
Hey, if they were going to talk nonsense, I might as well just make the most of this trip and read so that I can keep that stupid git out of my mind.
Oops, scratch that last part out. I was meant to say, 'and keep up with school work'.
I know what you guys are thinking, and no. Ron is my best friend and only that. I've never looked at him any other way. . . really. . .
Ok, enough of this. Just look forward to what's coming up this year.
Hm. . . I wonder who the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is. . . I thought ignoring the still smiling faces of Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed.
-missmetallic: yeh, I get wat ya mean. I'll take wat you said in consideration. I do think that there should be other characters involved... I'll try my best! Thanks
-Fuzzy Wuzzy Slipperz!: aw... thanks for the review. I'm sure everything will turn out great for both of them but only after a few more mishaps...
-mypaperheart: thanks! I'm trying to make it fluffy and original... at the same time.
-Mortari: hmmm... icecream with chocolate, sugar and cherry on top... hehe. Thanks for the review. I'll try to update as soon as I can for every chapter.
And so, without further ado.
Disclaimer: Only in my sweet, sweet imagination.
Chapter 3
Ron's point of view
I hardly think that was necessary.
Nobody knows about my secret crush on my best friend (no not Harry, are you sick?) but maybe Harry's caught on... but still if he has, I really don't think he should voice it out in front of everyone like that, especially when that particular someone I have a crush on is standing right there!
Damn Harry and his opinions, he should learn to keep it to himself.
But. . . what was that about though? I have a funny feeling something happened before I came into the compartment and I'm guessing it has something to do with Neville's toad (duh!).
'Bloody Trevor', I muttered as my forehead slammed against a cabin door.
Not such a good idea, doesn't help at all I can tell you that.
Then I heard giggling, I guessed it was coming from inside the cabin. I looked up and peered through the glass door and found some girls - probably fourth years - chattering and laughing away. They took one look at me, waved and fluttered their eyelashes in a flirtatious manner.
Well, what's a guy to do but smile and wave back, which was what I did. That seemed to make everything worse though because they proceeded to giggling shrilly again.
What's up with the girls today? Have they been injected with an extra dose of hormones or something? They've been acting extra friendly towards me since I got on the train. . . no wait, since I crossed the barrier from platform 9 3/4. Sure Ginny said that I look more like a buffed up Quidditch player now than an extra tall walking broomstick, but as a rule I don't really listen to any of her comments, I think she was being rather biased.
And sure I have spent most of the summer practicing my goal keeping skills in the forest clearing near our house and as a consequence had to wake up extra early to go jogging (I've never actually understood this concept of muggle exercise, but I used this time to think about other stuff) and a few push ups and sit ups here and there, oh, not to mention those hours I spent doing heavy lifting for Fred and George, but that's about it.
Actually, once, when I flexed in front of the mirror (I only did it once I swear) I realized -for the first time - that Ginny was right. I did kinda pack in a few bulks here and there, but apart from that I don't think I've changed at all.
Not exactly the opinion of the rest of the train though.
I chose to ignore this and continued to walk up the long dimly lit hallway of the Hogwarts Express. As I passed the compartments, I could just make out the dark Grey coloured sky outside. Of course, almost always rains when we're on the train
I finally stumbled upon a compartment filled with familiar faces.
'Hey mate, how's it going?' Seamus, a sandy haired boy with a thick Irish accent asked me with a smile.
'Yeah, I'm fine thanks', I replied. Sooo not true though.
'Hiya Ron', I heard Lavander say from the right hand corner of the cabin.
I looked over at her and Parvati. Like the rest they smiled and fluttered their eyelashes as if something large and uncomfortable were in their eyes.
'Merlin!' I thought. 'Not them too'. I walked over and sat as far from them as possible without them thinking that I was being a prick.
Seamus eyed me with disgust.
'Hey. . . not my fault', I thought.
'Ah. . . by the way Ron', Dean Thomas, another boy from my year, started, 'Hermione was here before. She was asking if we've seen you, maybe you should go look for her', he smiled.
Seamus smiled too, while Parvati and Lavander sported repulsed faces.
'Yeah, I already talked to her', I did not really want to get into this conversation right now.
'Good, so you can stay and chat with us a bit longer then,' Parvati said, smiling again.
'Yeah sure,' I sighed as Parvati and Lavander flapped their lashes yet again. I tried to concentrate hard on the conversation at hand, hoping against hope that neither Seamus nor Dean would flutter their eyelashes anytime soon.
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Hermione's point of view
Well, really, that was embarrassing. As much as I would've liked to follow Harry's suggestion and kissed Ron right then and there, doing that in front of my group of friends would just ensure me torture for the rest of the year.
Of course, trust Harry to voice his opinions.
Hearing a cough, I was finally awaken from my trance and realized that I was still standing, rooted to the spot, staring at the space Ron had been just seconds before.
Shaking my head a bit, I sat back down and placed my elbows to my knees then covered my eyes with the palm of my hands.
Just when I was getting comfortable in this position, I felt eyes upon me. I tilted my head up a bit and found that the three Gryffindors were sitting down on the opposite bench staring at me, a broad grin plastered across each of their faces.
'What?' I asked them, a bit forcefully.
'Nothing', they all said nonchalantly, still with the freaky smile.
So immature.
Rolling my eyes, I stood up again and pulled my brown rucksack from the overhead compartment. I took out 'Expert Transfiguration' and opened it at a page I had book marked last night.
Hey, if they were going to talk nonsense, I might as well just make the most of this trip and read so that I can keep that stupid git out of my mind.
Oops, scratch that last part out. I was meant to say, 'and keep up with school work'.
I know what you guys are thinking, and no. Ron is my best friend and only that. I've never looked at him any other way. . . really. . .
Ok, enough of this. Just look forward to what's coming up this year.
Hm. . . I wonder who the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is. . . I thought ignoring the still smiling faces of Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom.