5 things Ron really regrets.
5 things Ron really regrets. For versipellis.
1. Breaking Fred's toy broomstick. The thing about Fred is, he didn't care that it was an accident. And I'm going to have a phobia about spiders for the rest of my life. I broke it. Okay, I did. I was 7. And what was Fred doing knowing enough magic when he was 9 to turn my teddy bear into a spider? When. I. Was. Cuddling. It. Not that I cuddled it much, obviously. I mean, I was far too grown up and masculine to spend all my life attached to a teddy bear, whatever Mum might tell you.
Anyway, I was after the Spider Incident.
2. "Hermione, you're a girl." If there was one line in this lifetime that I'd like to take back... that'd be it. No, it wasn't very tactful, but it's not that even. It's just that... once I'd said it, it was out there. It was fact. She was a girl and Harry and me, we're boys. She was a Different Sex. And that was really really weird, because once I'd said it, I kept noticing. She's a girl she's a girl she's a girl. Look, girl breasts. She's got girl bits. Converse with her face and not with her chest. Hermione, you're a girl. A girl. Bloody hell, she's a GIRL.
3. Letting Seamus persuade me that copious quantities of firewhiskey wouldn't do me any harm, especially when brewed up in his 'special remedy' which was supposed to burn the alcohol off but I suspect made it ten times stronger.
4. Snogging Dean whilst very very drunk on said firewhiskey. I don't want to say any more about that, actually. I don't even remember it, it's just that everyone else in the dormitory does. And reminds me, often.
5. I should've hexed Malfoy to kingdom come the first time I saw him. Seriously, I should. As soon as I knew he was a Malfoy. I shouldn't have waited for him to annoy me, I should have got in first.
1. Breaking Fred's toy broomstick. The thing about Fred is, he didn't care that it was an accident. And I'm going to have a phobia about spiders for the rest of my life. I broke it. Okay, I did. I was 7. And what was Fred doing knowing enough magic when he was 9 to turn my teddy bear into a spider? When. I. Was. Cuddling. It. Not that I cuddled it much, obviously. I mean, I was far too grown up and masculine to spend all my life attached to a teddy bear, whatever Mum might tell you.
Anyway, I was after the Spider Incident.
2. "Hermione, you're a girl." If there was one line in this lifetime that I'd like to take back... that'd be it. No, it wasn't very tactful, but it's not that even. It's just that... once I'd said it, it was out there. It was fact. She was a girl and Harry and me, we're boys. She was a Different Sex. And that was really really weird, because once I'd said it, I kept noticing. She's a girl she's a girl she's a girl. Look, girl breasts. She's got girl bits. Converse with her face and not with her chest. Hermione, you're a girl. A girl. Bloody hell, she's a GIRL.
3. Letting Seamus persuade me that copious quantities of firewhiskey wouldn't do me any harm, especially when brewed up in his 'special remedy' which was supposed to burn the alcohol off but I suspect made it ten times stronger.
4. Snogging Dean whilst very very drunk on said firewhiskey. I don't want to say any more about that, actually. I don't even remember it, it's just that everyone else in the dormitory does. And reminds me, often.
5. I should've hexed Malfoy to kingdom come the first time I saw him. Seriously, I should. As soon as I knew he was a Malfoy. I shouldn't have waited for him to annoy me, I should have got in first.