Thoughts of a Weasley Twin
Writa: Possible one-shot but if I get encouraging reviews I will continue it. Review s'il vous plait?
Looking out from the window of his old bedroom he saw her. She was in the backyard with Harry; he said something that made her laugh. Her laugh was beautiful, like silver bells. He loved to hear her laugh, he loved her smile, and he loved her…well everything about her really.
Aw heck he was just completely head over heels in love with her.
Which would do him no good he mused.
There are numerous reasons why he shouldn't love Hermione and even more as to why he would never have a chance with her. She was his little brothers best friend for one, and for another he knew Harry was going to ask her out.
Harry had confessed as much when they had all met up at the shop yesterday and had consumed numerous alcoholic beverages in celebration to Harry and Ron graduating, Hermione had declined to join them.
That is of course if he hasn't asked her already he thought glumly.
Geez, when he thought about it he just wanted to pound Harry in to the ground, screw the wand waving. Maybe he should join one of those anger management classes Hermione was talking about the other day, or he could admit himself into the St. Mungo's psychiatric ward or whatever they called it.
He took one last look at the happy pair, just as he did so Hermione kissed Harry's cheek. He felt his eyes misting over. This was ridiculous, he hadn't cried in years and never over a girl.
'She's the girl you love' a little voice whispered in his head.
He silenced it abruptly and drew the ragged curtains closed. "She doesn't feel the same way." He said out loud trying to convince himself to get over her.
'How would you know? You've never asked.'
Damn stupid inner voice. Didn't know what it was saying. What girl would pick a Weasley over the famous and much sought after Harry Potter?
'A very special one.'
I need a drink he decided abruptly, and instantly apparrated to the flat he shared with his brother, planning to drown his sorrows.
The word of the day is short, meaning not long and describing this rather well. )
Au revoir!