Ron looked around the room, swearing someone had just kissed him. He then remembered the dream he'd been having and tried to go back to sleep, hoping to get back into it, as it was a very nice dream. But after a few minutes he realized he couldnt. He leaned down and reached under the bed.
Hermione laid under Ron's bed, trying not to breathe too loudly, in case he might hear her. Then she saw his arm sweeping under his bed, as if he was looking for something. Very carefully Hermione scooted back far enough that Ron wouldn't graze her. She finally saw what he was looking for. It had to be, it was the only thing, besides her, under the bed. She slowly reached her arm out and slid a small stack of parchment tied together at the edges with string towards Rons reaching arm. He picked it up and she heard him say a charm and a dim light came from above.
Ron reached for a quill from his nightstand, opened his journal and started writing.
"I had another dream about 'Mione tonight. I can't stop thinking about her during the day, and now I cant get away from thoughts of her at night. I don't mind it though. Some of them are kind of nice. Like the one I had just now.
we were sitting out by the lake, and the sun was out. I was laying in the grass and she was reading. She's always reading, she never stops, not even in my dreams. She had her head in my lap. Then she put her book down and climbed up and started kissing me. That's when I woke up. But the weirdest part was that when I woke up it felt like I had just been kissed. I could have sworn I could smell her too. But that's crazy. Why would she be in my room? Why would she even kiss me?
Everything's always better in dreams. In my dreams she's there with me. In my dreams, I can kiss her all I want and not worry about what other people think. I'm happier in my dreams. I wish I could stay there. That would be the ultimate magic. To live in dreams with 'Mione. She'd be with me there. i'm smarter there, and rich too. In my dreams I deserve her. But they're just dreams. It won't happen.
I don't deserve her. She doesn't need me, or want me, not like I want and need her.
She needs someone better than me, someone who's smart, and has money and can buy her all the books and pretty things she needs and deserves. She's better off without me.
So many times she's caught me staring and she doesn't know why. She's gorgeous, but That's not why I stare. I don't know why I stare. Probably because I'm trying to figure out how I can tell her that I love her. I want to sometimes, to just scream it. But I wont. I'm too scared. Shed laugh at me, everyone would. What a joke. Poor, ugly stupid Weasely with pretty, smart granger. That's too much humiliation. Not for me, but for her. I wouldn't care if they laughed at me, as long as she was there beside me. But I don't want to do that to her. That's too much pain for her to suffer so that I could be happy. No its better that she never find out. Nobody knows, not even Harry.
And nobody will ever know that Ron Weasley is in love with Hermione Granger. Sometimes when I think about her and try and imagine us together I feel happy. To know that at least in my head she loves me as much as I love her, it feels like everythings gonna be ok. But it hurts inside too. Deep inside. But I welcome it. Sometimes the pain feels good. At least were together in my dreams. Always in my dreams. That's all that they ever are. Just dreams."
Ron turned off the light coming from his wand, closed his journal and slid under his bed. Hermione waited until she was sure he was asleep before crawling out from under his bed. She stopped suddenly when she remembered the packet of parchment under his bed.
She knew it was wrong, told herself that even while he was lighting her wand and looking for whatever Ron had written that night. As she was flipping through she realized it was Ron's journal. She tried to stop herself, tried to remind herself how she would feel if Ron read her journal. She finally found the last entry, but was closing it. As she did she saw her name. She read one line, then two, and then more.
When she was finished, she shut the journal, put it back under Ron's bed and walked to her own room. She got undressed, laid down on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
so what do you all think? i want to continue this but im not sure how. i probably will though. come on people dont make me use Imperius to make you review.
