1Chapter 4
Later that evening in the common room, Ron found himself pacing again while Harry was sitting in a armchair by the fire. Thoughts were once again racing through his head. That filthy...ugh no good piece of rubbish. He could have chosen any other girl, but no he chose Hermione. Someone needs to put him in his place...wait why am I so concerned about all of this? Why am I being so protective of Hermione. I mean, yeah, she's my friend, and she's a great girl. Really clever, quite pretty, cute when she gets angry...Then suddenly Ron's thoughts came to a halt. He stopped right in his tracks and just stood in the middle of the common room with his mouth gaped open. Harry noticed him and spoke.
"Are you alright, Ron?" Harry asked. There was a silence.
"Um...yeah...uh...I'm just uh...looking at that notice on the board over there," replied Ron. Harry looked over at the board.
"Um, Ron...What do you find so exciting about saving 10 off of yarn?" asked Harry looking at Ron with his eyebrow raised.
"Oh um...well, it's long, and useful. It's a good material, okay?" blurted Ron.
"Er...ok I guess," said Harry, turning around with a puzzled expression on his face.
No, Ron, No! You can't possibly...like her. NO! That's rubbish! Complete rubbish! But she does have beautiful eyes and brilliant wavy hair...WHAT AM I SAYING! I absolutely cannot like her...although I think I do... Ron ran up the stairs to the boy's dorm. He sat down on his bed and began to rock back and fourth. Ok face it Ron, you do like her...