The Triumphant Ron Weasley

The Triumphant Ron Weasley

Hermione tossed and turned in bed. Her dream was of the kind that was so real and yet it wasn't. She saw him so very vividly. The dream was in such detail. There was a question that kept repeating itself and she could not stop it.

"Is that Ronald Weasley?"

When she looked up in the direction the crowd was pointing she could not believe her eyes. There was Ron, fumbling his tie. He appeared to be checking himself to see if everything was in order. She thought, when did he ever care what he looked like? The only thing that mattered to Ron when it came to clothing was that it fit loosely and was comfortable. Yet there he was so James Bondish. He had a steady eye and to her surprise had the quiet assurance of bearing. He looked like a gentleman. Her Ron, whom Harry had once told her told Neville to look down where he was sitting and when he did, let one go. Gentleman indeed!

He started down the stairs. He had the grace of a panther. She was so certain that he wouldn't attend the Yule Ball. She thought for sure he would go on some food mission to the kitchen and have the elves make him some of that awful Turkish Delight candy that only he craved. To Ron, the ball was just a gathering of stupid gits, and yet there he was. Besides all of this he wouldn't have a date and if he did have one, it better darn well be her. Oh wait she thought, Krum had already asked her.

She watched all of the girls looking at him. They were swaying like flowers in a light breeze. They looked like they were in a trance. Some looked like they were going to faint. Krum nudged her and told her, "Now zer iz a veal manz." Hermione turned her head and looked at him and thought how could I have gotten hooked up with this masterpiece of stupid. She turned and looked again at Ron, her Ron, having that kind of effect on Krum. However, she eased her mind by telling herself that Ron was a rocket scientist compared to Krum. She even gave a slight giggle thinking about the rumor that Krum couldn't even tie his shoes. She focused again on Ron and then her blood began to boil at the thought that all of those swaying airheads were looking at her Ron like he was some kind of giant piece of chocolate to be consumed.

Wait a minute she thought, who is going to be his date? His arm candy for the ball? Ooh she hated being the spectator. Then out of the abyss came this girl to meet him. Hermione brought her hands to her mouth as she saw Lavender approach him. Hermione was seething. How dare he ask her? Ooh! That old witch! And that dress. She looks like an over-decorated hag. Ron's eyes seem to project a beam right to Lavender. He had this ridiculous look on his face.

He sauntered past Hermione and Krum with one hand in his pocket. He stopped before them and then gave Hermione a wink and Krum a tomcat smile. Hermione was so angry that she reached for her wand. However, she had left it in her room. She turned and looked at Krum. Her eyes were the size of owl eyes as she heard him tell Ron, "To go vor itz Veasley." Then she heard Ron say, "But of course old boy."

When he reached Lavender, she fell into his arms. Ron gave her a light cuff on the cheek and told her to command herself. She stiffened up and then stood by his side. He looked ahead toward the dance floor and said, "For Queen, country, and magic." They walked forward. Hermione heard him ask Lavender if she wanted to be shaken or stirred? Hermione wanted to throw up. She was blue green with rage as the adoring couples parted way to let the couple of the ball pass by. She grabbed Krum and towed him to the dance.

Her rage almost exploded as they and the others were made to wait until Ron and Lavender were done performing the first dance. After Ron shook and stirred Lavender a signal was given letting the other couples know that they could join in. Immediately Hermione laid violent hands on Krum and moved in for an attack on Bond and his bimbo. When she and Krum were close enough she positioned herself to give Ron one of the most physical hip checks ever seen. However, Ron being a James Bond type tonight saw Hermione's hip coming. While he was studying his manicured fingernails he simply moved out of the way and Hermione went sailing by hitting other couples and finally losing her balance fell on the floor. The music stopped and the audience focused on the fallen dancer. After a moment of silence almost everyone began to laugh and snicker with great gusto. Even Lavender and Krum were laughing. However, there was one who did not join in and that person was Ron.

Ron walked over to Hermione and looked down. Hermione was experiencing humiliation at its height. He turned about and looked at Lavender and Krum and in a very authoritative voice told Lavender to help Krum tie his shoes. He then looked back to Hermione who by now was in tears. He reached down to her and extended his hand.

"Please let me help you up."

"Oh just go away."

"Please Hermione."

Finally Hermione let him take her hand and he helped her up. She let go of his hand and then brushed off her dress. She gave Ron a blood-curdling look and then walked away.

Ron stood for a moment, knowing he had to do something to help Hermione save some dignity. He suddenly yelled to her so all could hear.

"Hermione, I had a dream about you last night."

Hermione stopped and then slowly turned around. She was horrified by what kind of dream he might have had and was now terrified that he might be willing to share it with the rest of the crowd thereby increasing her humiliation. He continued.

"I was walking in the desert and I was dying of thirst. After awhile two visions came to me, one of you and one of a tall glass of ice cold water. I was told in my dream that I had to choose you or the water. I knew without a doubt I would choose you and would continue to die of thirst. Nevertheless, at least I would die in the arms of the girl of my dreams."

Hermione stood still. Ron went to her. He took her hands. She saw tenderness in his eyes. He whispered to her that if he had a library card he would most certainly check her out and have to pay overdue fines to keep her longer. She giggled. He then asked her if she would have the next dance with him and the next and the next...She nodded and he took her in his arms and he twirled her about.

She felt a nudge against her. She awoke to see Ron smiling at her. She sat up. She was in bed. Next to her was a rather large bowl of Lemon Sherbet jellybeans. Hermione drew up her hands and ran them over her face and hair. She yawned and said that she must have been dreaming. She asked him what was going on? Ron told her it was a mini midnight snack. She loved those jellybeans and was glad that he brought them. She noticed that he had forgotten something to drink and dutifully notified him. Ron hopped up to do get something to drink for his lady. As he was walking away he turned to her and said, "You know, walking through Hogwarts life with you ma'am, has been a very gracious thing, indeed."

Hermione turned pink. Ron turned about again. Hermione thought he has the grace of a panther. At that point Ron's foot hooked on a small table leg and he went sprawling. He turned over and in his humiliation said, "Bloody brilliant." Hermione began to laugh and then Ron joined in.

"I love you Ronald Weasley!"

Dedicated to Emma Watson