Its my first FF, please be merciful
It was a really late night, so naturally Ron, Harry and Hermione were the only ones in the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione was, of course doing homework, she was already beginning to fret about the N.E.W.Ts, and Harry was pretending to do so. Ron on the other hand, wasn't pretending or even trying copy Hermione's work. He was completly of in another world.
'Ron', said Harry, with no response, so he tried again, 'Hello, Ron are you there?' Still no response.
'RON' Hermione shouted.
'Oh, er- what?'
'Ron, what are you doing, you were off in space somewhere'
'I was just thinking' he said, sounding and awful lot like Luna Lovegood.
'About what?' Harry asked, noticing the change in his face.
'Nothing, I have to go now.' He rushed up to the boys dormitory without andother word or glance back.
'What was that all about?'
'I have no clue,' said Harry, 'you're the smart one here.'
'Maybe he's just had a bad day or something, just let him be, you kow Ron, he'll gbe fine by tomorrow'.
Much to their surprise, that was not the case. The next day at breakfast, Ron didn't go down to the Great Hall with Hermione, Harry and the other Gryffindors. This was odd itself, Ron, not getting food. Instead he went outside and sat on the grass. He started pickig the grass and braiding the blades together (he didn't know of any spells that would do this for him).
'What in the name of Merlin is he doing?' asked Neville
'I have no idea, Harry said, also thinking about the night before, 'he has been acting really odd latley.'
'I think he's really gone mad now!' said Neville, on half joking. As they walked by, the Slytherins pointed, laughed and made fun of Ron.
By now, Neville, Hermione, Harry and most of the school had moved into the Great Hall, but not Ron, who had now figured out how to weave teenie-tiny flowers into his little circle of grass. Every in the Great Hall had pretty much forgotten what they had just seen, which was indeed a stange sight.
Ron was muttering to himself,' How will I...? Hmmmm, I could...No that wouln't work. How about...No that's even worse. Come on Ron, think!'
Luckily for Ron, no one was there to hear him, if Malfoy caught him talking to himself, Ron would be in for it for sure.
Half way through breakfast the doors of the Great Hall burst open. There was Ron, holding something tiny in is hande, no one could see what it was.
Just when people thought he was going to sit in his normal spot, he went directly to the Slytherin table, to Pansy Parkinson, who looked like she has just seen a ghost.
'Ron what are you doing?!' Pansy asked.
'Go away Weasel' shouted Malfoy.
'Oh, shut it Malfoy, ' Ron shot back, 'Pansy, we need to talk, can you come with me?'
'Er, I'm not going anywhere, what is it, what do you want and would you hurry up.' She was trying to act as though she wanted him gone, but she wasn't doing a very good job.
'Please can we go somehwere else.'
'No. Anything you have to say can be said in front of *looks around the room*, the whole school.'
'Ok, thats fine. It's just that, well, you know, since our fifth year, we have been seeing more and more of eachother, and I know that others may not see you as I do. But in these last two years, I have grown to...to...to love you. I know its not much, but will you please take this.' As Ron handed Pansy the ring which he made from grass, Pansy leaped out of her seat.
'RONALD WEASLEY! What on Earth are you saying?' she asked, or more demanded to know.
'I'm saying, no, asking...' there was a long silence and by now the whole school was watching with great intrest.
'RON!'
'W-w-will you marry me?' Ron asked as he began to shake.
'Will I what?! Of course I w...Yes Ron I will.' as she jumped into his arms and gave him a hug. She looked around the room again, then at Malfoy, who had a look of total disgust on his face.
'You can't marry this Blunder head!' shouted Malfoy and Hermione at the same time.
'Pansy! you can't marry this blood traitor!'
'Oh, eat dung Malfoy, maybe that will keep your big mouth shut for a while!'
To Hermione, Pansy said, 'Shut-up you Mudblood, what does it matter to you anyway?'
'What does it matter to me? I don't want him marrying a foul git like you!'
'That's too bad for you then isn't it.'
'Pansy, Hermione, cut it out.' Ron said.
After all of this, Ron went back to the Gryffindor table. When he sat down, Hermione gave Ron a very nasty look and refused to talk to him. Harry was very surprised, but didn't gave Ron the cold shoulder over it. For the moment thinking it would be wise, they stayed away from the topic of what just happened. Instead they just acted as normal as they could, talking about Quidditch. This however, only seemed to make Hermione more angry as she got up and stormed out of the Great Hall, to the Library.
In the coming days, the whole school was talking about Ron and Pansy. This did nothing for Hermione who scowled at anyone who even mentions Ron's name around her. After a while, things died down, people accepted the fact that Ron and Pansy were going to be married, but not Hermione.
One day, Ron sat down with her, and talked to her. She had said that she wasn't angry that he is getting married, just angry about the girl he is marrying. She told him that he deserves much better, and that she would just break his heart. To this Ron said that he know her in a way that many people do not, no one in fact, not even Malfoy.
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