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Author: Ashes
Summary: Ron and Hermione have been avoiding the fact that they've
had feelings for each other for years. Will they finally confess how hey
feel, or is it too late when another girl enters the picture? Short,
but sweet with a little angst mixed in.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Drama
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Annabelle. She
is my own creation, built in the laboratories of my mind. All the
others like Ron, Hermione, Harry, Snape, Draco... all of them, belong to J.K.
Rowling.
*A/N* This is the first thing I've ever written in my life. Knowing
that, along with the fact that I'm only 14, will tell you that this
won't be the most brilliant piece of work. Although I did work kinda
hard on it so it won't be total crap either. :-) Enjoy!
* * *
"No Ron."
"Please Hermione! It's due tomorrow and I can't think anymore!
Oh, come on, just give it to me and I promise I'll never ask you for
anything ever again."
"You ask me for my toast every morning, Ron." Hermione said
without looking up from her textbook.
Ron sighed and rolled his eyes. "I do it for your own good,
Hermione. Everyone knows all that fat goes straight to your hips."
Hermione looked up and stared at Ron in disbelief.
"What?" Ron asked, confused.
She kept staring.
"....Oh! No! I didn't mean you personally! I mean um... oh
Gods... of course I didn't mean you! You have very... er... shapely
hips. Yes! Yes that's it!"
Her mouth fell open.
"No! No, that's not it. Um... I mean I don't notice them or
anything... I've just heard stories..." Ron drifted off. He was now
clearly avoiding her eyes and studying a crumpled ball of parchment
near his foot.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Hermione recovered
from her initial shock and tried to regain her composure.
"...Right. Well I must be off to bed then. Big day tomorrow."
She said crisply and rushed off to the girl's dormitory, leaving her
homework behind.
Ron looked up slowly at the now vacant chair Hermione occupied
moments before. Slowly, he stood and picked up Hermione's essay. He
looked over it once, then carefully rolled it neatly and tucked it
under his arm. He quickly gathered the rest of his things and headed towards
the stairs leading to the boy's dormitory at the opposite end of the
common room.
* * *
"Tap tap tap."
"Ughhh... no...no thank you Professor Snape, I'd rather not
meet you in the Astronomy Tower Saturday night..."
It was 3:30 A.M. the morning after the embarrassing conference
with Hermione, and Ron was fast asleep dreaming of God knows what.
"Tap tap tap." It came more urgently now.
"Arghh, Pig!" Ron exclaimed when he saw the fluttering ball of
fluff outside the window.
Angrily, Ron sat up in his four poster, brushing his head
against the top, and drug himself sluggishly out of his warm bed into
the cool air of the early morning.
He shivered as he treaded across the cold floor to the frosty
window.
Damn it Pig! Don't you know what time it is? I can't go around
school all day tomorrow with dark circles under my eyes, now can I?!"
Ron growled menacingly as he pried open the old castle window and let
the small hyperactive owl in.
Pig promptly dropped a letter on Ron's head and continued to
flutter madly around the room, bouncing off random objects now and
then, all the while, tweetering enthusiastically, apparently very happy he
had woken Ron up.
"Oi! Calm down Pig! You'll wake everyone up with all that
noise you're making!" Ron whispered loudly when Pig managed to knock
over a picture of Neville's grandmother.
Ron rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he bent over to
retrieve the letter. He didn't recognize the handwriting which
addressed the envelope simply to "Ron". It was clearly a girl's handwriting, but
definitely no one he knew. Parvati and Lavender's handwriting was
always dotted with hearts or flowers and Hermione's- his ears turned pink at
the thought of her- Hermione's handwriting is always very neat and
professional. This writing however, was professional, yet more curvy
than Hermione's, but not as immature as Parvati's or Lavender's. Ron
had never seen any handwriting similar to this one, this was more angelic
than any he'd seen before.
Ron slowly turned the letter over and carefully broke the wax
seal imprinted with the Ravenclaw mascot.
"So she's in Ravenclaw hmm?" Ron thought to himself as he
pulled the actual letter out and unfolded it.
It read:
Dear Ron,
Hiya! Umm... you probably don't know my name, but perhaps
you've seen me around school before. It's Annabelle Mace. My name, that
is.I can't believe I'm doing this, but I need to tell you something. I
have a sort of crush on you... It all started in our first year. I
always saw you with Harry Potter and some girl. I don't know her name,
but she seemed friendly enough. I had always wanted to be in your
circle of friends, but was always too cowardly to approach you. Anyways... I
thought it was time I finally told you how I feel and that I exist and
all. If I didn't totally waste my time writing you this letter, then
meet me by the Quidditch Field Saturday afternoon right after lunch. If
you're not interested, I just embarrassed myself horribly. Please send
a reply soon with your answer.
Sincerely,
Annabelle
Ron was shocked. He read the letter twice more before finally
folding it neatly and putting it back into its envelope.
"Annabelle." He thought to himself. "What a pretty name."
He tried to remember any mention of an Annabelle Mace, but
couldn't recall ever hearing the name before. He was definitely wanting
to meet her, except there was only on dilema.
Hermione.
Ron couldn't deny he had had feelings for Hermione for some
time now. Hermione though, had never known of these feelings and never
showed any interest in Ron other than friendship for as long as they
had known eachother. He had always hoped that Hermione would somehow show
some sort of sign that she, indeed, had some sort of romantic feelings
towards him, but she never did.
Now Ron had this toublesome task before him.
Decide to either not meet Annabelle and hope Hermione will
come to her senses or he could forget about Hermione and meet Annabelle
by the Quidditch Field Saturday afternoon.
He turned the letter over in his hands, lost in thought.
Then, he quietly tip toed over to his trunk and dug around for
a scrap of parchment and a quill and ink bottle.
He quickly scribbled a note to Anna.
I'll be there.
Ron lured Pig away from his bouncing reflection in Harry's
glasses with some owl treats and tied the note to his small leg. Now
Pig, you bring this to Anna. It's very important you do this, it might
be my one chance to get over Hermione."
Pig tweetered happily in agreement before Ron shoved one last
owl treat in his mouth and pushed him out the window, whereupon he
dropped several feet under the weight of the letter before finally
catching wind under his wings and started flying haphazardly toward the
Ravenclaw wing of the castle.