Nocturnal Contemplations

Ron…

It was late at night, as Ron lay unable to sleep in his bed at The Burrow. Harry was tossing and turning in his sleeping bag on Ron's bedroom floor. Ron studied him with an immense feeling of pity. He knew Harry must have been having another nightmare about Sirius and/or Voldemort. There was no point in waking him up; he needed his sleep, however troubled it was.

Ron sat up, pushing his pillows up behind his back and leaned back on them. He crossed his arms in thought, a feeble amount of self-pity growing inside him at the sight of his 4 inches too short pyjama sleeves.

'How's Hermione, a beautiful, smart and rich girl, meant to love a guy like me? I have no money, nothing to offer her, I'm boring, thick and ugly!' Ron thought sadly to himself, his chin wobbling at the thought.

'Oh boy!' I really hope she didn't find that poem! They're my inner most thoughts and feelings! I'd hate to have them laughed at or trampled all over … I really love her, so much so that I'd rather keep her as a friend than risk losing her over some silly rhymes. Oh Mione … what have I done … if I had any chance with you I'd know by now, wouldn't I? Why am I making such a fool of myself? I am such an idiot. Maybe I should just kill myself and save you the humiliation of having ME thinking … dreaming about you.' Harry distracted Ron from his insane thoughts by throwing his arm out, as if in defence. His dreams were obviously very bad tonight. 'What am I thinking? I can't kill myself; my best mate needs me, what kind of prick am I? And Hermione needs me as a friend, if nothing more.'

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Hermione….

Hermione sat leant up against the wall in Ginny's bedroom, tucked up in her sleeping bag. Ginny was soundly asleep with a smile playing on her lips. Undoubtedly caused by a dream version of Harry.

Hermione had in her hands two pieces of folded parchment. The fist, slightly older and more worn piece had Ron's adorable poem scratched onto it in his unique handwriting and the other included what Hermione had spent two hours writing on the hogwarts express. Hermione was now contemplating different ways to give it to Ron.

'Should I leave it under his pillow … no, that's stupid… he's a boy, it'd be Easter before he finds it … um, should I wrap it up with his Christmas present? … No, he's probably throw it away with the wrapping paper' Hermione smiled at Ron's mild stupidity. 'Christmas pudding … hell, no! He'd choke on it … in his trunk? … Wouldn't find it until next summer, knowing Ron …' Hermione kept trying to think of ways, causing her to giggle at a couple, for the next couple of minutes … until.

"Perfect!" Hermione exclaimed, and then slapped her hand over her mouth. Ginny jumped in her bed but didn't awake, while Hermione's lips turned an even brighter shade of red due to the pain of slapping herself.

Hermione smiled to herself at the thought of Ron finding her poem in this way, she'd just need a little help from Ginny…

Hermione lie back down on Ginny's bedroom floor and fell asleep with a happy little grin tickling her lips.

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Hope you like it! If you have any ideas what Hermione could have written, you're welcome to venture a guess! Lol. Shall write more soon, don't despair! P.S. Hope you enjoyed it!