DISCLAIMER : everything is owned by jk rowling i dont own any of this i just like to make silly little scenarios with her characters
Number 12 Grimmauld The place could have been a worse place to be. Every visible surface was covered in a thick layer of dust, and it was quite hard to sleep with Mrs Black's occasional shrieks ringing about the house. So there Hermione lay, tossing and turning in bed, trying to get a decent night's sleep. After a few minutes, however, she gave up and decided to walk out to the kitchen since it was decently clean. As she walked down the stairs, she peeked outside the window and was surprised to see the dark street dusted with snow.
Winter had always been her favourite season. When she was younger and the hotter months came, she always found herself missing the snow, the cold, and the joy that the winter months brought. As she sat herself down on the old wooden chair, her mind drifted off, deep in thought.
She had always related snow to her family and happiness; now, however, whenever she thought of snow, she also pictured the face of a certain irritating freckled redhead. She tried desperately to swat the thought out of her head, but now everything she saw reminded her of him.
The cobwebs - he hated spiders!
The dust - earlier this week, they cleaned up the pantry. You should've seen how his face looked after she blew dust right smack bang between his eyebrows!
Her own cat, Crookshanks, is ginger - guess who else is ginger!
She had never thought she would become one of those boy-crazy pining girls (cough, cough, Lavender and Parvati), but here she was, pining over her own best friend.
That is so wrong. How could she like her own best friend? Maybe he liked her too? Never mind, that's nonsense; best friends are off-limits!
But she knew that if she ever told him that she thought of him every day, she did not have a clue how that would go. She knew a lot of things, but this definitely was not one of them, and that scared her. She was supposed to be the brightest witch of her age, after all! Why was she pining over someone as idiotic, stupid, silly, dumb, adorable, and endearing as Mr. Ron Bilious Weasley? She quietly giggled to herself, even his middle name was dumb!
She peered out the window again and sighed quietly to herself. The snow was slowly piling up on the streets, and she remembered the first time she saw the snow. If she got her hands on another timer, she would rewind and find the magic in watching the snow slowly fall.
Then she thought about him again.
The big yule ball fought with him - it was snowing.
Their first Hogsmeade visit - it was snowing.
When he started burping up slugs for her - it was snowing.
As of recently, instead of thinking of her family whenever she missed the snow, she thought of him.
Him with his bright, burning hair and his heavily freckled face.
Him, with his tall stature and big hands.
Him, and how she just wanted to take his hand and count the freckles on his arms whenever she saw him.
Him, and how he made her stomach do somersaults whenever he came into view.
Hermione thought that it was horrible that she had to be cooped up in here for the rest of the summer! He was making her hormones flare up like crazy. Thats all this was—her hormones after all. She thought about her home and her parents and how she so wished she was back there right now, but when she tried to picture home, she just pictured him, standing outside in the cold.
This was the moment she realised that this feeling was not just hormones. She liked her best friend. She was screwed.
Ron was hungry. Obviously, this was a recurring issue, but if you're hungry, you're hungry! Ron quietly sneaked down the stairs and fumbled into the kitchen. That's when a certain beauti- bushy-haired girl (nice save) caught his eye. She was just sitting there, looking beauti- out the window (how many times is he accidentally going to think that?) . Suddenly, he found himself staring.
Ron quietly tiptoed around to make sure Hermione couldn't see him. He wondered what she was thinking about. Perhaps she was thinking about him? Ha! No ruddy chance.
She was probably thinking about her new, lovely boyfriend, Vicky. She's definitely pining and wining about how she should've gone off on holiday with him. Now that he was thinking about it, no wonder Vicky had asked her out to the ball. She was beautiful (yes this time he was going to admit it). He felt tempted to just go over there and snog her senseless. But that was weird; she was his best friend.
He so badly wanted to just tell her how he felt and let out all of the secrets he had pent up, but he could only imagine how horribly that conversation would go.
Me: Hey, Hermione, I like you; let's go out.
Her: EW RON THATS GROSS NEVER TALK TO ME AGAIN YOU RED-HEADED WEIRDO!
Me: Ha-ha, I was just joking. I would never like a know-it-all like you! (This was a lie.)
Her: Oh, thank God, I was scared; if you actually did, we could NEVER EVER be friends again!
Yup, that's how it would go; he was sure of it.
"Ron?" Oh shit. He was so engrossed in his imaginary confession to Hermione that he didn't realize he had started to drum his fingers on his leg, probably making quite a loud sound.
"Oh, er, hi Hermione, I didn't see you there." He tried to say cooly (this was a lie; he of course saw her there; he also saw her in his dreams, in his thoughts, and in his- never mind, you do not want to know).
There he was, the object of her attraction. Just sitting there in front of her. How did he get there? No clue. When did he get there? No clue. How long has he been there? No clue. But he was there, and she was so tempted to just wrap her arms around him and kiss his face off. Of course, she could never do this, though; he obviously didn't feel the same way, or did he?
"Hermione, what are you thinking 'bout? You look really confused," he questioned. She looked at him oddly; he was doing that classic Weasley eyebrow raise, but somehow he did it so much better than his siblings.
"Nothing." She snapped back. Of course, she was thinking about something, though; she was thinking about him. But he could never know that because she was too afraid that they weren't in the same boat and she'd just go off and mess everything up.
Little did they know, they were both stupid idiots who were scared about nothing. my little babies are such little babies that they can't suck it up and confess RAGSDFGFEGKAGE
anywho, that was my first ever fic so i hope you didn't expect it to be any good because i wrote this while procrastinating an english essay and listening to my current fav song "Same boat" by lizzy mcalpine. Give it a listen because the first thing i thought of immediately was, "oh my god this is so romione" soooo thats where all the inso for this fic came from, anyway thanks for reading and please review so i can fix my horrid grammar or my terrible story, if its bad tell me its bad so i know.