Let the Truth be Told
By: Trixie009
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Abbot, Professor Flitwick, or Gregory Goyle. There. Satisfied? I do, however, own those wonderful reviews you all gave me! :D And I own this lovely can of diet coke and the notebook where this was chapter was started.
A/N: I am so sorry for the wait! I kind of ran out of questions and I wanted this chapter to be great! It took a lot of thinking. Please review and enjoy reading!
On with the story!
Day 5
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"Ron?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you think is the greatest feeling in the world?" Hermione asked, flipping through the pages of her Ancient Runes book.
"Love, I suppose."
Hermione looked up into Ron's eyes. "Love?" she whispered.
"Yes. Well--I--I haven't ever really been loved, but to know that...that there's someone out there to love and care for, even if she doesn't return the feelings, it's...it's great."
Hermione was both shocked and surprised, but she managed to say, "Wow..."
"Yeah...uh...what's the best thing that ever happened to you?"
"Coming to Hogwarts. Getting that one letter has changed my life. I've gone to a new school, learned magic, made friends, fought Dark Lords, and...fallen in love."
"With who?"
Hermione sighed. "As I've said before, I'm not going to tell you. What's going on, anyways?"
"What do you mean?"
"You just seem so--different."
"Well, maybe I am," Ron smiled.
"Maybe I--I don't like it..."
"Don't you?" Ron asked, his grin fading.
"Er--it's just not...like you. I mean, you seem so...so wise. No, that's not the word...er...I don't know. You're just different."
"I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't be sorry. It's just...I'm not used to you being any other way than being...well, being Ron Weasley!"
"It must be the love. It's finally getting to me. I mean, sure I've fancied y--her for a long time, but it's actually...kicking in, now. I mean, it's now putting sparkles in my eyes and making me feel loopy all of the time...do you know what I mean?"
Hermione was speechless. She couldn't believe it was actually Ron saying all of this. "Er--yes, I know exactly what you mean."
"He's lucky," Ron muttered before he could stop himself.
"Who's lucky?"
"Er--the guy that you--you fancy. I mean, if you know how I feel, you must love him a lot and being loved that much must be great."
"Yes, it must be," Hermione whispered.
"Okay!" Ron beamed, clapping hands together. "My turn! If you could do anything you wanted, what would you do? Right now."
"Right now? Uh--I would tell you the truth."
"Well, isn't that what we've been doing for five days?"
"Yes, but--I mean, I'd tell you the truth about...about who I fancy."
"Well then why don't you?"
"I--I can't," Hermione muttered. "I mean, you said if I could do anything. If I was able to, I would, but I can't. Okay, what--uh--what do you hate most about yourself?"
"I'm not sure...maybe my hair...it's too red...or maybe the hand-me-downs I have...No, it's the fact that everyone expects me to be as good as Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. It doesn't matter if I do what they do, because they did it first."
"Ron! It mattered that you're a prefect!"
"Yes, but Bill and Percy were before me, so it's not as awarding."
"Ron, you still have a lot of great things about you."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Chess," Hermione said immediately. "You're excellent at Chess and no one else in your family is better."
"Okay, one thing."
"You're--uh..."
"See! Exactly! You don't even know good things about me and you're my best friend," Ron said angrily.
"No--I just...you're better looking than all the rest..." Hermione muttered, hiding her flushed cheeks behind her Ancient Runes book.
"I--I am?"
"Er--yes..."
Ron, smiling, said, "Oh...thank you. What do you like least about yourself?"
"My looks."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not gorgeous like Parvati and Lavender--"
"Parvati and Lavender are ugly."
"But--I mean...what? No, they're not ugly...they're pretty. They have perfect hair and they do their makeup real nicely and..."
"They're ugly on the inside. For them, Hermione, it's all about gossip and boys. For you, though...you care about your friends and family, you're serious about your homework, and you're the nicest girl I have ever known."
"Wha--?"
"That all makes you beautiful, Hermione," Ron said seriously. He couldn't help it, couldn't control himself. Words were spilling out of him, words that he's been hiding for years. He swallowed and shut his mouth immediately before anything else could work its way out from his heart and into his mouth, rolling onto his tongue and telling Hermione his secrets.
"Do you--mean that?" Hermione asked.
Ron nodded.
"Uh--okay...well, thank you, Ron."
Ron nodded again.
"Er...What's--uh...the best thing that ever happened to you?"
"I'm not sure...befriending you and Harry, or even going to Hogwarts...or falling in love...When was your proudest moment?"
"My proudest moment...was...in our first year, when Professor Dumbledore announced the points he gave us right before we won the House Cup...or else when I received my Prefect Badge. When was your most embarrassing moment?"
"My first Quidditch match," Ron grunted honestly. "What--uh...fight was your least favorite...between you and me..."
"I hated the one after the Yule Ball...but then again, I hated all of them...yours?"
"Probably the Yule Ball one. When was the last time you couldn't stop yourself from laughing and...and it was so funny?"
"Er--either...uh...yesterday right after the...uh...snowball fight, or when we were at Hogsmeade the other day at the Three Broomsticks...when was the last time you cried?"
Ron, surprised, said, "Me? Er--probably when my dad was bitten by that snake...but I didn't really cry, I just felt like I could. Guys don't usually cry, Hermione."
"I know, but when they do, it means more than when girls cry because girls are always emotional. So I was wondering when the last time you were emotional enough to cry was...but, whatever...your turn."
"Who would be the perfect guy for you?"
"Ron..." Hermione scolded.
"It's just a question!"
"Fine. Well, he would be really sweet. He would treat me right. He would be funny, but he'd know when to be serious. He wouldn't have to be drop-dead gorgeous, because as long as he's great on the inside, that's all that matters to me. Then again...the looks...er--he would be...well, he wouldn't have to be smart, but he couldn't blow off his work all of the time. He'd be spontaneous, but would occasionally let me make him a schedule. He would either agree with what I think or we'd work out a compromise when we had to...And we wouldn't have fights anymore--er, I mean at all...we wouldn't have any fights at all. And...uh...I don't know...he'd just be...be who he is now...uh...what about you?"
"She'd be a sweetheart. She would be really nice and kind on the inside because the outside doesn't matter...although if she is who I fancy right now, well...she would be gorgeous on the outside...She should have her life in order with schedules and plans ready, you know, to get me into shape of planning things out. She'd be smart...very smart...and she'd let me beat her at Chess, because she'd beat me at everything else. We'd be happy..."
Ron and Hermione sat there for a long time, thinking everything over. They were both trying to compare themselves to who the other person described. Finally, at the same time, Ron and Hermione both had this sudden lift of hope that they had just described each other as the perfect partner. Blushing, Hermione stood up from the scarlet armchair and told herself not to get her hopes up too high, but she couldn't hold in a smile.
Ron beamed back at her before she turned on her heel and smiled all the way up to her dormitory. Ron fell farther back into his armchair and whispered, to no one in particular, "She's the one."
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A/N: Please, oh please review! All comments are appreciated! Love you all! -huggles-
That is all for now!
By: Trixie009
Disclaimer: I don't own Hannah Abbot, Professor Flitwick, or Gregory Goyle. There. Satisfied? I do, however, own those wonderful reviews you all gave me! :D And I own this lovely can of diet coke and the notebook where this was chapter was started.
A/N: I am so sorry for the wait! I kind of ran out of questions and I wanted this chapter to be great! It took a lot of thinking. Please review and enjoy reading!
On with the story!
Day 5
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"Ron?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you think is the greatest feeling in the world?" Hermione asked, flipping through the pages of her Ancient Runes book.
"Love, I suppose."
Hermione looked up into Ron's eyes. "Love?" she whispered.
"Yes. Well--I--I haven't ever really been loved, but to know that...that there's someone out there to love and care for, even if she doesn't return the feelings, it's...it's great."
Hermione was both shocked and surprised, but she managed to say, "Wow..."
"Yeah...uh...what's the best thing that ever happened to you?"
"Coming to Hogwarts. Getting that one letter has changed my life. I've gone to a new school, learned magic, made friends, fought Dark Lords, and...fallen in love."
"With who?"
Hermione sighed. "As I've said before, I'm not going to tell you. What's going on, anyways?"
"What do you mean?"
"You just seem so--different."
"Well, maybe I am," Ron smiled.
"Maybe I--I don't like it..."
"Don't you?" Ron asked, his grin fading.
"Er--it's just not...like you. I mean, you seem so...so wise. No, that's not the word...er...I don't know. You're just different."
"I'm sorry."
"No, no, don't be sorry. It's just...I'm not used to you being any other way than being...well, being Ron Weasley!"
"It must be the love. It's finally getting to me. I mean, sure I've fancied y--her for a long time, but it's actually...kicking in, now. I mean, it's now putting sparkles in my eyes and making me feel loopy all of the time...do you know what I mean?"
Hermione was speechless. She couldn't believe it was actually Ron saying all of this. "Er--yes, I know exactly what you mean."
"He's lucky," Ron muttered before he could stop himself.
"Who's lucky?"
"Er--the guy that you--you fancy. I mean, if you know how I feel, you must love him a lot and being loved that much must be great."
"Yes, it must be," Hermione whispered.
"Okay!" Ron beamed, clapping hands together. "My turn! If you could do anything you wanted, what would you do? Right now."
"Right now? Uh--I would tell you the truth."
"Well, isn't that what we've been doing for five days?"
"Yes, but--I mean, I'd tell you the truth about...about who I fancy."
"Well then why don't you?"
"I--I can't," Hermione muttered. "I mean, you said if I could do anything. If I was able to, I would, but I can't. Okay, what--uh--what do you hate most about yourself?"
"I'm not sure...maybe my hair...it's too red...or maybe the hand-me-downs I have...No, it's the fact that everyone expects me to be as good as Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George. It doesn't matter if I do what they do, because they did it first."
"Ron! It mattered that you're a prefect!"
"Yes, but Bill and Percy were before me, so it's not as awarding."
"Ron, you still have a lot of great things about you."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Chess," Hermione said immediately. "You're excellent at Chess and no one else in your family is better."
"Okay, one thing."
"You're--uh..."
"See! Exactly! You don't even know good things about me and you're my best friend," Ron said angrily.
"No--I just...you're better looking than all the rest..." Hermione muttered, hiding her flushed cheeks behind her Ancient Runes book.
"I--I am?"
"Er--yes..."
Ron, smiling, said, "Oh...thank you. What do you like least about yourself?"
"My looks."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not gorgeous like Parvati and Lavender--"
"Parvati and Lavender are ugly."
"But--I mean...what? No, they're not ugly...they're pretty. They have perfect hair and they do their makeup real nicely and..."
"They're ugly on the inside. For them, Hermione, it's all about gossip and boys. For you, though...you care about your friends and family, you're serious about your homework, and you're the nicest girl I have ever known."
"Wha--?"
"That all makes you beautiful, Hermione," Ron said seriously. He couldn't help it, couldn't control himself. Words were spilling out of him, words that he's been hiding for years. He swallowed and shut his mouth immediately before anything else could work its way out from his heart and into his mouth, rolling onto his tongue and telling Hermione his secrets.
"Do you--mean that?" Hermione asked.
Ron nodded.
"Uh--okay...well, thank you, Ron."
Ron nodded again.
"Er...What's--uh...the best thing that ever happened to you?"
"I'm not sure...befriending you and Harry, or even going to Hogwarts...or falling in love...When was your proudest moment?"
"My proudest moment...was...in our first year, when Professor Dumbledore announced the points he gave us right before we won the House Cup...or else when I received my Prefect Badge. When was your most embarrassing moment?"
"My first Quidditch match," Ron grunted honestly. "What--uh...fight was your least favorite...between you and me..."
"I hated the one after the Yule Ball...but then again, I hated all of them...yours?"
"Probably the Yule Ball one. When was the last time you couldn't stop yourself from laughing and...and it was so funny?"
"Er--either...uh...yesterday right after the...uh...snowball fight, or when we were at Hogsmeade the other day at the Three Broomsticks...when was the last time you cried?"
Ron, surprised, said, "Me? Er--probably when my dad was bitten by that snake...but I didn't really cry, I just felt like I could. Guys don't usually cry, Hermione."
"I know, but when they do, it means more than when girls cry because girls are always emotional. So I was wondering when the last time you were emotional enough to cry was...but, whatever...your turn."
"Who would be the perfect guy for you?"
"Ron..." Hermione scolded.
"It's just a question!"
"Fine. Well, he would be really sweet. He would treat me right. He would be funny, but he'd know when to be serious. He wouldn't have to be drop-dead gorgeous, because as long as he's great on the inside, that's all that matters to me. Then again...the looks...er--he would be...well, he wouldn't have to be smart, but he couldn't blow off his work all of the time. He'd be spontaneous, but would occasionally let me make him a schedule. He would either agree with what I think or we'd work out a compromise when we had to...And we wouldn't have fights anymore--er, I mean at all...we wouldn't have any fights at all. And...uh...I don't know...he'd just be...be who he is now...uh...what about you?"
"She'd be a sweetheart. She would be really nice and kind on the inside because the outside doesn't matter...although if she is who I fancy right now, well...she would be gorgeous on the outside...She should have her life in order with schedules and plans ready, you know, to get me into shape of planning things out. She'd be smart...very smart...and she'd let me beat her at Chess, because she'd beat me at everything else. We'd be happy..."
Ron and Hermione sat there for a long time, thinking everything over. They were both trying to compare themselves to who the other person described. Finally, at the same time, Ron and Hermione both had this sudden lift of hope that they had just described each other as the perfect partner. Blushing, Hermione stood up from the scarlet armchair and told herself not to get her hopes up too high, but she couldn't hold in a smile.
Ron beamed back at her before she turned on her heel and smiled all the way up to her dormitory. Ron fell farther back into his armchair and whispered, to no one in particular, "She's the one."
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A/N: Please, oh please review! All comments are appreciated! Love you all! -huggles-
That is all for now!