'She said she had a nice time with me, does that mean that, at long last, she loves me like I love her? She was dancing with Snape, twice, so perhaps the kiss that I thought I saw last month, actually could've happened, but she told me that it didn't. I'll have to tell her again how I feel, maybe that'll convince her that we're perfect for each other…….' Ron was thinking, the day after the Yule Ball, walking through the corridors. 'I'll write her a letter! I'll send it with Pig! I'd best begin writing now!' he declared, pulling out a roll of parchment. In a rather short time, Ron had written everything that Hermione meant to him and addressed it to her. He placed it in an envelope and headed to the Owlery.
"Pig, I need you take this to Hermione, understood?" Ron said, holding out the letter for his owl. Pig nodded and took the letter in his beak and flew not out the window but straight into the hallway. 'I hope this works,' Ron thought nervously. He had so much to lose, yet so much he could gain.
Pig went flying through the halls, only to stop at the two large wooden doors that led into the library. A student who was exiting the library left the door open just long enough for Pig to fly in. The student ran away, afraid of what Madame Pince would say, had she known that student let an owl in her library.
Pig flew right up to where Hermione was sitting and placed the letter in front of her. She was so absorbed in her book that she didn't notice the tiny owl. Pig went up and started poking her arm with his beak.
"Oh sorry, Pig, I didn't see you there, do you have a letter for me?" Hermione asked.
The bird nodded, trying to use its wings to gesture towards the letter. Hermione grabbed the letter and immediately noticed Ron's handwriting. She began to read the letter quietly, surprised at what it said:
Dear Hermione,
I'm not sure how to say it, so I'll just come right out and confess. Words cannot describe how I feel about you, I'll do my best to try though. I love you. I've always loved you. After last night, when you told me that you had a good time at the Yule Ball, I thought for sure that you felt the same way. When I'm around you, I feel different than when I'm around anyone else. You make me feel different, you make me feel complete. You make me a better person. You're a ray of sunshine in my otherwise dark life. I can only hope that you do indeed feel the same way about me. However, despite what you say, I love you and I always will. You're perfect, Hermione.
Love,
Ron
Hermione read his letter over again for the fifth time, to make sure that she had gotten the message right. 'Fuck…..' she thought to herself, as the words hit her. 'What am I going to do? He's my best friend and I don't want to hurt him, but that seems impossible at the moment. How can I tell him that I just want to be his friend, without hurting him,' she thought. Pig was about to fly away. "Pig! Wait, I need you give my reply to Ron," she explained. 'I guess this is the only way to do it, I must write him a letter, explaining to him, once and for all, that I just want to be friends,' she thought to herself. She wrote down he message to Ron, and sent Pig on his way. "Don't hate me, Ron, please!" she said out loud, and within seconds, she was in tears.
Ron was still roaming the hallways nervously, waiting for a response. 'What's taking so long?' he wondered. No sooner had the question crossed his head, was Pig flying just above him, a letter in his beak. Pig dropped the letter on Ron's head. 'I've got a good feeling about this!' Ron thought to himself happily as he opened the letter. He began to read.
Ron,
I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't help it, I've always thought of you as just a friend. I'm flattered that you feel the way you do, but I can't feel that way. Don't be upset, I know you can go out and find someone even better than me. You're a great person Ron, and a really great friend, and that makes it so hard to tell you this. I can only hope that we can still maintain the friendship that we've had since our first year. I do care about you, Ron.
Love your best friend,
Hermione
Ron only had to read it once, he didn't have time to read anymore, by the time he finished it the first time, he was sobbing. He felt as though a dementor had just sucked the life out of him, and that he could never possibly be happy again. He loved her so much, and now his entire world just came crashing down. He couldn't stop crying.
"What's the matter?" said a high, concerned voice.
"M-My life is…..is over," he stated through sobs.
"Now, now, it can't be as bad as all that," said the sweet voice, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"It-It is, the only p-person I ever c-cared about d-doesn't love me the way I love her," Ron said, his tears not letting up.
"Well, my love just left me too, I know exactly how you feel," the high voice said sweetly.
After about ten minutes, Ron's tears let up, and he opened his eyes to see who the sweet girl that was comforting his was. He immediately noticed that she was beautiful, she had to be one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. Ron recognized her as Hannah Abbot.
"I'm sorry about, your love problems, Hannah," Ron said.
"I'm sorry about yours two, maybe we can help each other through it," Hannah offered.
"Sounds great," Ron said, feeling slightly happier. He never realized just how pretty she was.
"You know, this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend," Hannah began.
"Would you like to go with me?" Ron asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" Hannah replied, kissed him on the cheek, and strode off. Ron was finally beginning to feel better.
A/N: well, all is well that ends well, right? To bad this won't end well, eh? Well, I'll update tomorrow, enjoy!
"Pig, I need you take this to Hermione, understood?" Ron said, holding out the letter for his owl. Pig nodded and took the letter in his beak and flew not out the window but straight into the hallway. 'I hope this works,' Ron thought nervously. He had so much to lose, yet so much he could gain.
Pig went flying through the halls, only to stop at the two large wooden doors that led into the library. A student who was exiting the library left the door open just long enough for Pig to fly in. The student ran away, afraid of what Madame Pince would say, had she known that student let an owl in her library.
Pig flew right up to where Hermione was sitting and placed the letter in front of her. She was so absorbed in her book that she didn't notice the tiny owl. Pig went up and started poking her arm with his beak.
"Oh sorry, Pig, I didn't see you there, do you have a letter for me?" Hermione asked.
The bird nodded, trying to use its wings to gesture towards the letter. Hermione grabbed the letter and immediately noticed Ron's handwriting. She began to read the letter quietly, surprised at what it said:
Dear Hermione,
I'm not sure how to say it, so I'll just come right out and confess. Words cannot describe how I feel about you, I'll do my best to try though. I love you. I've always loved you. After last night, when you told me that you had a good time at the Yule Ball, I thought for sure that you felt the same way. When I'm around you, I feel different than when I'm around anyone else. You make me feel different, you make me feel complete. You make me a better person. You're a ray of sunshine in my otherwise dark life. I can only hope that you do indeed feel the same way about me. However, despite what you say, I love you and I always will. You're perfect, Hermione.
Love,
Ron
Hermione read his letter over again for the fifth time, to make sure that she had gotten the message right. 'Fuck…..' she thought to herself, as the words hit her. 'What am I going to do? He's my best friend and I don't want to hurt him, but that seems impossible at the moment. How can I tell him that I just want to be his friend, without hurting him,' she thought. Pig was about to fly away. "Pig! Wait, I need you give my reply to Ron," she explained. 'I guess this is the only way to do it, I must write him a letter, explaining to him, once and for all, that I just want to be friends,' she thought to herself. She wrote down he message to Ron, and sent Pig on his way. "Don't hate me, Ron, please!" she said out loud, and within seconds, she was in tears.
Ron was still roaming the hallways nervously, waiting for a response. 'What's taking so long?' he wondered. No sooner had the question crossed his head, was Pig flying just above him, a letter in his beak. Pig dropped the letter on Ron's head. 'I've got a good feeling about this!' Ron thought to himself happily as he opened the letter. He began to read.
Ron,
I'm sorry, I really am, but I can't help it, I've always thought of you as just a friend. I'm flattered that you feel the way you do, but I can't feel that way. Don't be upset, I know you can go out and find someone even better than me. You're a great person Ron, and a really great friend, and that makes it so hard to tell you this. I can only hope that we can still maintain the friendship that we've had since our first year. I do care about you, Ron.
Love your best friend,
Hermione
Ron only had to read it once, he didn't have time to read anymore, by the time he finished it the first time, he was sobbing. He felt as though a dementor had just sucked the life out of him, and that he could never possibly be happy again. He loved her so much, and now his entire world just came crashing down. He couldn't stop crying.
"What's the matter?" said a high, concerned voice.
"M-My life is…..is over," he stated through sobs.
"Now, now, it can't be as bad as all that," said the sweet voice, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder.
"It-It is, the only p-person I ever c-cared about d-doesn't love me the way I love her," Ron said, his tears not letting up.
"Well, my love just left me too, I know exactly how you feel," the high voice said sweetly.
After about ten minutes, Ron's tears let up, and he opened his eyes to see who the sweet girl that was comforting his was. He immediately noticed that she was beautiful, she had to be one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. Ron recognized her as Hannah Abbot.
"I'm sorry about, your love problems, Hannah," Ron said.
"I'm sorry about yours two, maybe we can help each other through it," Hannah offered.
"Sounds great," Ron said, feeling slightly happier. He never realized just how pretty she was.
"You know, this weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend," Hannah began.
"Would you like to go with me?" Ron asked.
"I thought you'd never ask!" Hannah replied, kissed him on the cheek, and strode off. Ron was finally beginning to feel better.
A/N: well, all is well that ends well, right? To bad this won't end well, eh? Well, I'll update tomorrow, enjoy!