Disclaimer: All right, move along, there's no funny disclaimers here. I don't own nothing. Flees at the sight of Hermione with a giant grammar book
Ron was brooding. Again. But, despite what Harry and Ginny said, he was not brooding about Hermione. Well, maybe a little. But only because he wanted a really great T-Shirt. That was all. Really.
He looked through his Christmas presents. A vast tub of broomstick polish from Harry, a case of Skiving Snack Boxes from Fred and George, the usual fudge and sweater from his parents, a red and gold striped shirt from his 'Secret Santa' something that Ginny had heard about and decided to start (he already knew his Santa, Parvati Patil, he had heard her talking to Lavender) and a collection of Marvin the Mad Muggle comics. He shifted the pile around, and a photograph fell out. He picked it up.
It was a picture of Hermione, in the black bikini she had been so excited about. He smiled, it looked fantastic on her. She waved and blew kisses at him, she had somehow enchanted the writing to sparkle in red and green. It read: Happy Christmas! Wish you were here! It seemed so impersonal somehow. It didn't even have his name or anything. He smiled again, sadder this time. Then, it happened.
An epiphany. While looking at her picture, he knew that she was the One, the only person he could ever be with. He loved her. All this happened in about a millisecond. It hit him like a tone of bricks.
"Ouch," he said loudly. Then, "Shit," (I did warn you it was going to be PG-13) "I love Hermione?" It seemed absurd to him. In love with his best friend? No, it couldn't happen. But it did. "Crap, I guess this means my dating days are over." Ron hadn't really dated in his life, ever. Unless you counted taking Padma to the ball, and, oh yeah, there was that two week thing with Lavender at the beginning of the year. But, really, his dating days were over before they even began.
"Guess I should start preparing now," he said gloomily, off in search of a large bucket he could be sick in.
How'd you like it? Sorry it was kind of short, but, it was also REALLY important! Right then, two things:
First, I know they aren't allowed magic out of school, but, it was an enchanted quill, so she didn't technically use magic.
Second, about the epiphany thing. My mom had one of those, three days after meeting my dad. She said it was one of the most wonderful and most awful things that ever happened to her. Don't get me wrong, she loves my dad, and they're really happy together, but it kind of does mean your dating days are over. Plus, Ron's only 16, must be depressing. Don't worry though, everything will end well, in fact, I've already written the last chapter. Two more chapters to go! Also, at 40 reviews, I will add yet another story: Conversations with the Sorting Hat. Review!