Something new for you all. A little collection of one shots from the perspective points of view of my four favourite characters. This is the first and will be –Hermione- the next will be –Ron- then of course –Ginny- who will be paired with –Harry-
They will in the categories they apply too so par example –Harry- will be found in Harry-Ginny-Romance. But they'll all be posted along with the new story.
Disclaimer: As currently I am not JK Rowling I do not own Harry Potter, but all hope must not be lost.
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Summary: I hated love because it was irrational and unexplainable. It was something I couldn't learn through a book. It was about living. Which made it the best and scariest thing in the world. –Hermione-
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Before my life was plagued by normality. That was before of course I found out I was a witch and befriended the wizarding world's equivalent of David Beckham (If your not muggleborn you won't know him) But I have to say after I got used to having to learn transfiguration my life never really returned to normal. Maybe it was having Harry as a best friend or maybe it was something else. I don't know.
I had the excitement I had craved plus two amazing friends so why wasn't I happy?
I guess I was until my forth year, completely content. And then I met Victor. As an international quiditch star he definitely wasn't normal. Ron Weasley was just a normal school boy. But I'd never wanted normal. I never desired normality. So why?
Why wasn't I happy seeing every person in that school who had ever made me unhappy green with envy? Why wasn't I happy being the centre of attention when I was on his arm? Why wasn't I? For that I have an answer. Ron.
I made Ron just as unhappy as he made me. I thought he was jealous but maybe I was wrong. I was so confused. I hate being confused. I hate a lot of things. I hate Ron Weasley. But they say hate is just love in disguise. I can say I hate him all I want. But maybe I'm just scared.
I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. But I love him.
I love when he touches me. I hate when he let's go. I love when he talks to me. I hate when he doesn't. I love when he sits with me. I hate when he goes away. I hate it when he says, "you're my best friend." But I love it all the same. I hate when he smiles at me as though he'll never know. I hate the way his hair sticks up at the back but I wouldn't change it for anything. I hate the way my heart missed a beat when he saw me with Victor. I hate him for being so smart but then being so stupid. And I love the way he doesn't realise that every girl in the school is in love with him.
I love him. But I hate him.
The Yule ball was over two years ago. Victor has taken the hint. But Ron's still there. And I still hate him because he's normal. But I still love him because he's normal.
But maybe there's hope.
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The ramblings of Hermione, but it does have meaning as you know it'll be linked to the other one-shots and another story I haven't managed to come up with a title for.
I hope you like these the next one will be the ramblings of –Ron- and will be uploaded tomorrow. Review and bare with me these may not seem very good for a while but they're only short and are relevant to the story I'm going to post in the end.
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