(A/N: Well what do you think? Doing ok so far? Plz review even if it's criticism)
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CH. 3
Ron Weasley was sitting on his bed, looking around at his tiny cramped room with Quidditch team posters plastered all over the wall. He was remembering the horrible battle with He-who-must-not-be-Named last year. He shuddered. He remembered. He remembered that Luna Lovegood had stepped in front of the Avada Kedavra that was meant for him. He remembered catching her as she fell slowly, as in a dream. He had wept bitterly over her lifeless body. She had been his first love and last…until now.
Ron was now convinced that he loved Hermione. Ron banged his fist several times on his bed. 'Hermione would never like me,' he thought. 'I've always made fun of her and called her names. There is no way she could like me. I'll bet she likes Potter.' He thought bitterly. Harry was his friend but when it came to Hermione, Ron wanted to just sock Harry in the stomach. He always got the attention. It was always Potter this, Harry this. Harry was always Dumbledore's favorite. 'I'll bet he's Head Boy this year.'
"RON!"
Ron started.
"FOR THE LAST TIME! GET DOWN HERE! IT'S DINNER TIME!" his mother screamed from the stairs.
"All right already! Relax mum! I'm coming!" Ron slowly got up from his bed. With each step he took, he loved Hermione more and hated Harry Potter more. He walked out and went to dinner.
(A/N: I know it's really short but I promise that the next chapters will be very long review plz! I swear that I will make chapters longer soon.)
