- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley
- Genres:
- Romance Angst
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
-
Published: 12/31/2002Updated: 12/31/2002Words: 3,367Chapters: 3Hits: 2,251
Owl Post
Mia Fitzpatrick
- Story Summary:
- After receiving a rather telling owl post from Hermione, Ron contemplates on what he should do with his friends. It should be easy enough with family member jumping at the chance to help him.
Chapter 03
- Posted:
- 12/31/2002
- Hits:
- 453
- Author's Note:
- Clio still rocks. This is still for the loverly LNCA-ers. And this is still for
"Wow, that
was...wow," Ginny muttered the first words that entered her mind, "It´s just so..."
"I know, I know, wow," Ron said, "I wish it weren´t so believable." Ron shifted
his gaze to the far horizon, as he felt the soft breeze blow over his face.
"But I thought you were over her?" Ginny asked with concern.
"I am now," Ron said.
"You mean for the past year you were pining for her?" she asked.
"I kept wishing that they´d break up, that she´d turn around and tell me that
she was mistaken, that it was me she loved," he said.
"And?"
"And it never happened," he finished.
"Why did you have to ask her that?" Ginny asked.
"Closure, I guess," Ron answered.
"Or maybe you´re expecting that she wouldn´t know what to tell you," she
concluded knowingly.
"I wasn´t expecting, I was just hoping," he corrected her.
"So, how do you feel now?" she asked, bringing her hand on his shoulder.
"It's like catharsis," he told her.
"I think a year
is a pretty long time to pine for a childhood crush," she thought aloud.
"You should talk," Ron teased.
"I once saw them down in the common room. She had her nose buried in his robes;
she said that she loved his smell. The funny thing was, he just came from
Quidditch practice and he was sweating like a pig, probably smelled like one
too. But for her, he smelled like heaven. She sees past everything, past his
robes, past his scar, she actually sees him, just him. It was right, everything
about them was right. Who am I to say it was wrong. Who am I to object to that?"
"Doesn´t mean it hurts any less," Ron muttered.
"No, it doesn´t."
"We really are
siblings," Ron said.
"Yes, except I have more sense than you do."
"What do you
mean by that?" he chided.
"I knew from the start that I should just accept it, and move on. Harry couldn´t
possibly be the right one for me; he´s the right one for Hermione. My Mr. Right
is out there. So is yours."
"Ooh, my Mr. Right is out there too?" Ron kidded.
"Bite your
tongue," Ginny said, punching his brother´s arm lightly.
"Owwww!" Or maybe not so lightly.
"So what do you plan to do with this?" she asked, as she handed him the
parchment.
"I´m thinking of archiving it. You know, make a scrapbook entitled `To all the
girls I´ve loved before,´" Ron joked.
"You´re so funny sometimes, my dear brother. I love you," Ginny expressed. She
lunged forward and gave Ron a hug that he happily accepted.
"Right back at you, kid," he said, ruffling his sister´s hair.
"Stop that! I´m not a cat," she protested, moving away from him. She slowly
stood up and began to walk the trail to their house. "You coming?" she asked him
without turning back.
"In a minute, I just want to see the sunset."
Ron unrolled the piece of parchment and read it alone. He wondered what he
looked like, sitting there and crying in front a piece of parchment.
Dear Ron,
I don´t know why you asked me this, but you seemed so sincere that I just had
to answer. Why? Does there need to be a reason to love someone? I think the
answer is that there is no reason, there is no logic, it simply is. I love him
for the whole and the parts, for the beginning and the end. I won´t try to
explain what exactly I feel for him, I don´t think Aristotle got that far into
logic to be able to explain my love for Harry. All I know is, underneath that
scar, I find myself inscribed in his
head. I live in his soul, I inhabit his heart, he has me within every inch of
him and I don´t think I can ever get away. And I´m sure I don´t want to. Does
that answer your question? It´s the best I can do; I hope it will suffice.
Love from,
Hermione
Ron chuckled lightly. "Cheesy crap," he thought. He stood up and began to
walk away.
"I hope
someone will write me cheesy crap like this someday."