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Chapter 15
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Ron's POV
I wish Hermione would stop looking at me like she's angry or something. She doesn't seem like she's aware of doing it, but man, can her looks scorch! Ever since the… "incident" she's been like this, looking down her nose at me like I'm some kind of piece of dirt. Well, she's always done that, but anyhow…
It's funny. She got a note delivered at her table earlier that she didn't notice, and I picked it up before she saw. I kind of recognize the handwriting, but I'm not sure who's it is - and the person who I first thought it was, well, let's just say they were voted off the list extremely quickly.
I've got it in my pocket now, and now Hermione's left the common room, probably due to the fact I'm paying her no attention whatsoever, I fish it out of my pocket.
Hermione
I do not think you made a wise choice in your partner. I think you would do far better with someone, shall we say, like me; someone who can help you to go far, like your talents so obviously tell you, you are capable of. So I'm asking you to reconsider your choice. You don't need a blood-traitor to make yourself feel like your living among the people you deserve to live with; you need, and deserve, much, much more. Because if you don't notice me soon, I'm not sure what I'd do. I'll take a path that's impossible for you to follow, and I'm not sure if I want that. So, reconsider, or… well, we shall see what I'll do as a result. I have never relied on anyone before, but I'm putting the course of my life into your hands. You're going to be the person who decides my fate, Hermione. Please make the right choice, and if you do, I will meet you on the seventh floor at midnight tomorrow, outside what I understand you know as "The Room of Requirement". I know you are a good person, as I may not be -- but I can change that. Only for you.
Yours, if you wish it,
X
Anyway, whoever wrote it has got it bad. I suppose I'll have to give this to Hermione -- not for her sake, but for the poor guy who wrote this. He sounds suicidal! Over Hermione. Hm. I'm not sure what I'd do if I was like him, but I'd kill myself if she said no. Of course, I don't know what this guy will do if she refuses - but he sounds pretty desperate.
Oh damn! What's the time? Quidditch practice is on. I really don't see why we have to start this early in the year. Still, if I'm going off to save the world with Harry (or just be a faithful mascot who stays out of all the trouble, which is fine by me), I don't really need to worry if I'm going to lose. Ironic really, 'cause when I'm not worried, I play fine. It's a strange world!
I grab my stuff from the chair and stalk from the common room. You'll never guess what, but Ginny - yes, Ginny - was made not only a prefect this year, but bloody Quidditch Captain. It's sickening, really. My little sister! Anyhow, she got made Quidditch captain after Harry sent his badge back, along with his brand new shiny Head Boy badge, back to McGonagall. If you ask me, he's crazy. If he'd kept them, when he'd come back he could have thrown his weight around a bit more.
Before leaving the common room, I open one of Hermione's abandoned books and slip the anonymous note in. If you ask me, she's got enough. She seems to have accumulated a load of followers -- which are all either seriously brain damaged, want to know if she knows where Harry is, or just want her to help them revise for their NEWTS.
Oh, joy. Out to the Quidditch Pitch, no notes for me, to endure a downpour of rain and a few bludgers being hit at me.
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Yes. Wet, cold, and a sore loser. Practice was CRAP with a capital C. Ginny, I'll give her this, is a good Quidditch Player - but when she's captaining us, she's too nice to the new members and she takes out all her frustration with them on me. Bit like Harry really. No -- just joking. Half our team are particularly bad, however. Little kids who turned up and were the best because their mates were ever smaller. And me? Keeping skills are just as crappy - but at least Ginny let me back on the team.
Geeze, this may sound crazy, but I can't wait until I can get out of Hogwarts and get out there with Harry, doing the STUFF. Killing the EVIL GUYS. Harry told the DA enough times that it wasn't like that, that there was nothing enjoyable in it - but it's gotta be better than doing NEWTS.
And who knows, if we actually do it, I might just out-shine my brothers, Order or no. No, this is going to be the best thing that happens to Ron Weasley.
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Note from author: Eep! You can guess who sent the letter, of course?…