[Owl to Hermione Granger]
Date: March 11
Time: evening
Location: Apartment above Hogsmeade Weasley's joke shop
Characters Involved: Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger
Rating: G
Dear Hermione,
I was thinking about you.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I'm sorry, I just can't and I don't want to.
I love you. Do you know how much I love you? It kills me to think that we are done. I've never openly offered myself to you because what do I really have? A small dingy studio flat above my brother's place that I hardly live in? I have nothing of value to offer anyone; I don't have a ton of money. I don't have a full time job or occupation. I work for my family, and although I know I'm doing them right, I feel like a loser. I drink too much at times, and I just don't feel like my life has had a true purpose. I never could have asked you to marry me, I only had my heart to give,and I wasn't sure that it would be enough. I had always hoped it would be. So, once again, we are apart and my heart is breaking at disappointing you, and not being the man you deserve.
Yours,
Ron
PS: Just to clarify, as these thoughts keep going through my head:
31 while roses, for how many days since I last kissed you
11 yellow roses, for the number of years we first met on the train and became friends
6 pink roses , for the years since that day in March when I came to my senses about Lavender and set my attentions on you
4 roses , one for every year since that day in April you kissed me when we were worried about the house-elves
He sighed sadly, but re-reading his note to her. But the scent of roses cheered him up slightly; he thought that her place would smell wonderful.
He tied the scroll to his owl's leg, and watched with awe as the little guy managed the bundle of flowers, and flew off.
Time: evening
Location: Apartment above Hogsmeade Weasley's joke shop
Characters Involved: Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger
Rating: G
Dear Hermione,
I was thinking about you.
I can't stop thinking about you.
I'm sorry, I just can't and I don't want to.
I love you. Do you know how much I love you? It kills me to think that we are done. I've never openly offered myself to you because what do I really have? A small dingy studio flat above my brother's place that I hardly live in? I have nothing of value to offer anyone; I don't have a ton of money. I don't have a full time job or occupation. I work for my family, and although I know I'm doing them right, I feel like a loser. I drink too much at times, and I just don't feel like my life has had a true purpose. I never could have asked you to marry me, I only had my heart to give,and I wasn't sure that it would be enough. I had always hoped it would be. So, once again, we are apart and my heart is breaking at disappointing you, and not being the man you deserve.
Yours,
Ron
PS: Just to clarify, as these thoughts keep going through my head:
31 while roses, for how many days since I last kissed you
11 yellow roses, for the number of years we first met on the train and became friends
6 pink roses , for the years since that day in March when I came to my senses about Lavender and set my attentions on you
4 roses , one for every year since that day in April you kissed me when we were worried about the house-elves
He sighed sadly, but re-reading his note to her. But the scent of roses cheered him up slightly; he thought that her place would smell wonderful.
He tied the scroll to his owl's leg, and watched with awe as the little guy managed the bundle of flowers, and flew off.