Challenge #74 - Don't Speak
Title: What Does it Mean?
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter.
Summary: Ron is suddenly hit with a strange and foreign feeling, yet he has no idea what it is or how to deal with it.
Word Count: 1,056 words
Author's Notes: I'm not sure how well I was able to convey Ron's innocence and ignorance about love, but I tried!
Registered purchases?: Both
He felt his gaze wander over to the girl with the curly locks of brown hair. He rather disliked studying, but the feminine physique was something he could study for hours. Whenever the girl who sat in front of him leaned back, her long wavy locks of hair would rest on the tip of his desk. When it happened the first time that was when everything started changing. He had tried to concentrate on the material at hand before, but now it was just a near impossible task.
In this class, his gaze was always at one of two places: 1) at the back of the girl’s head right in front of him or 2) at the clock on the wall. It’s not to say that he was interested in the girl, but he had somehow taken a notice to her, when he hadn’t really noticed other girls. Lucky for him this wasn’t potions, where attention was absolutely necessary in order to not blow oneself up. It also wasn’t charms class, so he didn’t have to focus large amounts of concentration on trying to perform a spell. This also wasn’t transfiguration class. He could probably get away with snoozing in transfiguration if not for the fact that he felt rather intimidated by the instructor, Professor McGonagall.
He knew the girl who sat before him. They had met on the Hogwarts express in his freshman year. She had popped in briefly, said something unpleasant, and left. He probably should have remembered the specific details of that event, but since he didn’t before, he wouldn’t be able to recall it now. Not that it was of any importance, but from his experiences with girls in the past, they liked for guys to notice the little attentions and details. They thought it was “cute” for a guy to remember such mindless moments, but it was important. For as long as he could remember, he remembered that he couldn’t remember very well. This was something he wanted to work on, but didn’t know how. And so, it was pushed to the back of his head. No surprise there.
Actually, he knew the girl very well. She had saved him from a near death experience with a troll. He knew that if she had not arrived when she did, he would have probably been a portrait hanging on the wall at home or forgotten by his family, although he convinced himself the latter was just a hoax. There was no way his family would forget about him. After all, they sent him Christmas sweaters for presents every winter. Last year, they had even sent one for his best friend. It’s not the best of gifts, but he knew that was all his mother could afford for him. He held no grudge against that.
Although the thought of his two brothers who were twins, two older brothers, and one young sister allowed his worries to resurface from the back of his mind to the dominate thought in his mind, he was always able to talk himself into believing they wouldn’t. He knew his parents more than anyone else, and they loved him very much. If they didn’t, they could have abandoned him on the side of the road. They could have given him away to an aunt or uncle. They could have kept him at home, instead of giving him the wonderful privilege of attending the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For all of this, he had much to thank them for.
Yet somehow all of that was lost during the Muggle Studies class. He was unable to show any sympathy for the money his parents were spending on the tuition fees. He could only stare at the girl before him, that girl who never turned around during class. She was always facing forward. She was constantly raising her hand, and when she finished answering the professor’s questions, you could always see a nod of approval from them. She was ever so oblivious to his existence. He would go mad wondering why she wouldn’t turn around, but being a guy, he was not going to show his disproval. He hadn’t even gone to his best friend for advice yet.
What would his best friend say? That he was crazy for falling in love with the back of a person’s head? No, it was not her hair that attracted him, although it did have a nice fresh lavender scent wafting through the air whenever she turned her head. It was something deeper than that, and he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Even if he wanted to tell his best friend, he probably couldn’t explain himself properly, anyway.
He also didn’t feel comfortable telling his best friend any of this. His best friend was famous, and he, well, wasn’t. In a room full of people, he always felt alone, because all the attention was on his best friend. It’s like he didn’t exist. He might as well not exist. So this time, what if once he tells his best friend about the girl sitting in front of him, his friend might backstab him and try to take him for himself. His best friend would not realize that anything was special about her until he mentions it first. Thus, it was best he didn’t speak of it. So that was the main reason he hadn’t told his best friend.
He couldn’t go to his family. His older brothers would tease him to no end about it, and his younger sister was much too young to give him proper advice. He had considered going to his younger sister, because, well, she is a girl, but that didn’t bold too well in his mind. He definitely didn’t think he’d feel comfortable talking to her about his personal issues.
He snapped out of his dream and looked up at the clock. It was almost time to go. He would see her in the common room. He would see her in the dining hall. He could see her in the library, but he rarely visited there. He would pass by it, but seldom step through its large wooden doors. But he would see her time and time again. What he saw in her was something no one else did, or so he hoped was the case.
Bess//Gryffindor
1054/30 = 35.13 (35) + 10 bonus items = 45 POINTS for Gryffindor!
Rating/Warnings: PG
Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter.
Summary: Ron is suddenly hit with a strange and foreign feeling, yet he has no idea what it is or how to deal with it.
Word Count: 1,056 words
Author's Notes: I'm not sure how well I was able to convey Ron's innocence and ignorance about love, but I tried!
Registered purchases?: Both
He felt his gaze wander over to the girl with the curly locks of brown hair. He rather disliked studying, but the feminine physique was something he could study for hours. Whenever the girl who sat in front of him leaned back, her long wavy locks of hair would rest on the tip of his desk. When it happened the first time that was when everything started changing. He had tried to concentrate on the material at hand before, but now it was just a near impossible task.
In this class, his gaze was always at one of two places: 1) at the back of the girl’s head right in front of him or 2) at the clock on the wall. It’s not to say that he was interested in the girl, but he had somehow taken a notice to her, when he hadn’t really noticed other girls. Lucky for him this wasn’t potions, where attention was absolutely necessary in order to not blow oneself up. It also wasn’t charms class, so he didn’t have to focus large amounts of concentration on trying to perform a spell. This also wasn’t transfiguration class. He could probably get away with snoozing in transfiguration if not for the fact that he felt rather intimidated by the instructor, Professor McGonagall.
He knew the girl who sat before him. They had met on the Hogwarts express in his freshman year. She had popped in briefly, said something unpleasant, and left. He probably should have remembered the specific details of that event, but since he didn’t before, he wouldn’t be able to recall it now. Not that it was of any importance, but from his experiences with girls in the past, they liked for guys to notice the little attentions and details. They thought it was “cute” for a guy to remember such mindless moments, but it was important. For as long as he could remember, he remembered that he couldn’t remember very well. This was something he wanted to work on, but didn’t know how. And so, it was pushed to the back of his head. No surprise there.
Actually, he knew the girl very well. She had saved him from a near death experience with a troll. He knew that if she had not arrived when she did, he would have probably been a portrait hanging on the wall at home or forgotten by his family, although he convinced himself the latter was just a hoax. There was no way his family would forget about him. After all, they sent him Christmas sweaters for presents every winter. Last year, they had even sent one for his best friend. It’s not the best of gifts, but he knew that was all his mother could afford for him. He held no grudge against that.
Although the thought of his two brothers who were twins, two older brothers, and one young sister allowed his worries to resurface from the back of his mind to the dominate thought in his mind, he was always able to talk himself into believing they wouldn’t. He knew his parents more than anyone else, and they loved him very much. If they didn’t, they could have abandoned him on the side of the road. They could have given him away to an aunt or uncle. They could have kept him at home, instead of giving him the wonderful privilege of attending the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For all of this, he had much to thank them for.
Yet somehow all of that was lost during the Muggle Studies class. He was unable to show any sympathy for the money his parents were spending on the tuition fees. He could only stare at the girl before him, that girl who never turned around during class. She was always facing forward. She was constantly raising her hand, and when she finished answering the professor’s questions, you could always see a nod of approval from them. She was ever so oblivious to his existence. He would go mad wondering why she wouldn’t turn around, but being a guy, he was not going to show his disproval. He hadn’t even gone to his best friend for advice yet.
What would his best friend say? That he was crazy for falling in love with the back of a person’s head? No, it was not her hair that attracted him, although it did have a nice fresh lavender scent wafting through the air whenever she turned her head. It was something deeper than that, and he couldn’t quite put a finger on it. Even if he wanted to tell his best friend, he probably couldn’t explain himself properly, anyway.
He also didn’t feel comfortable telling his best friend any of this. His best friend was famous, and he, well, wasn’t. In a room full of people, he always felt alone, because all the attention was on his best friend. It’s like he didn’t exist. He might as well not exist. So this time, what if once he tells his best friend about the girl sitting in front of him, his friend might backstab him and try to take him for himself. His best friend would not realize that anything was special about her until he mentions it first. Thus, it was best he didn’t speak of it. So that was the main reason he hadn’t told his best friend.
He couldn’t go to his family. His older brothers would tease him to no end about it, and his younger sister was much too young to give him proper advice. He had considered going to his younger sister, because, well, she is a girl, but that didn’t bold too well in his mind. He definitely didn’t think he’d feel comfortable talking to her about his personal issues.
He snapped out of his dream and looked up at the clock. It was almost time to go. He would see her in the common room. He would see her in the dining hall. He could see her in the library, but he rarely visited there. He would pass by it, but seldom step through its large wooden doors. But he would see her time and time again. What he saw in her was something no one else did, or so he hoped was the case.
Bess//Gryffindor
1054/30 = 35.13 (35) + 10 bonus items = 45 POINTS for Gryffindor!