Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Actions speak louder than words

What is this? Everything has changed. I woke up today and realised that something is different. It just doesn't make any sense. I can't sleep, I can't think and I can't... eat! Imagine that! Me, Ron Weasley, unable to eat!

I think I might be in love. Oh my god, did I just say that? This can't be right! It must just be a passing thing. I've just got rid of one girlfriend, do I really need all that hassle again?

Since my relationship with Lavender fell apart, I've started to see my best friend Hermione in a new light. I think I always wanted her to be more than a friend, only it's taken me seven years to realise it! I want to tell her, but I'm sure she doesn't feel the same. What is she laughs at me? What if it ruins our friendship?

I need some advice. I think I'll ask Harry what he thinks. Only he's still asleep! I guess I'll just have to wait another couple of hours.

It's been half an hour and I'm too nervous to wait any more. I think I'll go downstairs to the common room...

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As I settle into my favourite armchair near the fire, my thoughts wander to Hermione. I scowl as I think of all the arguments, the jealousy and the anger. But then I think of how she makes me feel when she smiles at me, how I long to hold her in my arms and her magical laugh. How can I not tell her how I feel?

Staring into the fire, I hear a creak on the stairs. I turn my head to see a bushy and tired Hermione enter the room. "Oh, hi Ron!" she greets me, smiling sleepily. I open my mouth to reply but close it again. Hermione frowns at me.

"Are you okay?" she asks, coming closer.

"Yeah, sorry 'Mione! I was just thinking..." Hermione tilts her head to one side, a strange smile spreading over her pretty face. Despite myself, I smile back at her.

"What's funny?" I ask.

"Oh, nothing! I was just surprised to find you thinking," she giggles. My eyebrows shoot up and my smile vanishes.

"If you find it so funny, I won't bother telling you what I was thinking about!" I shout into her shocked face.

She flinches. "I was only joking!" she shouts back. Feeling bad all of a sudden, I try to apologise. "Look, I'm sorry but..." But she has all ready run backup the stairs before I can finish. I sigh. I'll never understand girls. Never.

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At breakfast Hermione walks straight past me and Harry to sit with Ginny. Ginny looks at me quizzically, but I ignore her. Instead I turn back to the toast in front of me and attempt to eat something.

"What's first period?" I quiz Harry. Groping in his bag for his schedule Harry turns to answer me.

"Herbology, mate. Hey, why is Hermione giving you the evils?" I turn around to see her glaring at me.

"We had a fight..." I start, but Harry holds up a hand for silence.

"What's new, hey?" he says, shrugging. What's new indeed?

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I decide to approach Hermione in Herbology. She tries to walk away, so I grab her hand. "Just meet me in the common room, please?" I plead. She looks me straight in the eye and then sighs.

"Fine!"

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After Herbology, I go to the boys' toilets. I glance in the mirror and try to think of a way to tell Hermione. Should I just come out with it? Build up to it? This is terrifying! After panicking for a good five minutes, I calm down and head upstairs. It won't do me any good to keep her waiting!

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I rush up the stairs and reach the portrait of the Fat Lady in ten seconds flat. Out of breath and terribly nervous, I gasp out the password and stumble through the door. I walk briskly round the corner and nearly walk into Hermione.

"Oh," she says as I gawp at her. "I had just given up on you!" I smile apologetically and open my mouth, hoping the right words will just come tumbling out. But no such luck. Hermione stares at me and taps her foot impatiently. "Well?" she demands. I think of all the things I want to say to her and all the things I should and...

Hermione starts to smile and I wonder why. Only when she leans in and our lips touch do I understand. She feels the same. My heart swoops and I fell more happier than I ever have in such a long time. We break apart and she whispers: "Sometimes Ron, actions speak louder than words!"