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Dear Viktor, Love From Hermione


One could say that Ron Weasley is an insensitive prat. But he isn’t. He just doesn’t understand girls. Sure, he’s made unpleasant remarks about Eloise Midgen that could render any female in an infuriated state, but really, Ron Weasley never means any harm. He’s never known it like that. But perhaps it would be Hermione Granger to show him that the insensitivity he shows, yet knows not, could come at a cost.


*


Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room, sharing a study table with Harry and Hermione. Naturally, after a day of lessons and a fulfilling dinner, the three of them would seat themselves trying to complete the homework their professors had set them. And as you would expect, Ron would rely on Hermione to assist with his homework, and if he was lucky, she’d complete it for him. But unfortunately, today was not a lucky day for Ron in any circumstance; apparently Hermione had completed her homework beforehand and seemed to be working on something else – something that Ron had noticed her doing so frequent these days that it bugged him with curiosity, something that usually involved many pieces of parchment addressed to a certain someone whom Ron would rather not think about.

He knew she was writing to Viktor Krum. Who else would she be writing to? Whenever Ron saw Hermione immersed in her letter-writing, he had to muster that extra strength not to bring the topic up; Ron knew without a doubt that it would result in an argument.

See, Ron Weasley had matured to an extent. He had a vague idea when to keep his mouth shut whenever he felt Hermione might burst or snap at him. More significantly, he had matured in a way that he realised why he behaved in a particular way around Hermione: why he would always make an effort to sit beside her, why he'd always let her butter his toast for him every morning, why he'd always let her straighten his school tie for him, why he'd always allow her to call him ‘Ronald’ despite the internal prompts of his fussy mother, and why his eyes strangely and regularly, though somewhat involuntarily, drifted towards her direction. He fancied her, and he had only ever openly admitted it to himself.

This evening, his eyes were definitely upon her; not primarily because he fancied her, but because of the continuous scuffing of her quill on parchment. Thankfully, Ron also sensed Harry’s awareness – and perhaps irritation – of Hermione’s quill; he felt Harry shift in his seat and when Ron looked over at him, Harry shot an annoyed look in her direction. Hermione, too, had denied Harry access to her completed homework.

Hermione had written four parchments and was half-way down the fifth when Ron’s mind started to bite at him; did she really have that much to write to Krum? He wanted so badly to argue about why she puts so much effort in writing letters to someone she hadn’t seen for a long period of time, but Harry was first to voice his own thoughts.

“Hermione, please,” he said, “just one hint for the Transfiguration essay.”

Hermione didn’t even look up. “Harry, I’m busy. You had the chance to complete this essay earlier instead of playing chess and then Exploding Snap and then chess again, but you didn’t. You and Ron ought to start putting in proper effort when it comes to homework.”

You seem to be putting in more effort in writing to Viktor than homework these days,” replied Ron, unable to resist. “What are you writing to him so much for? Did you even do your homework?”

“Of course I’ve done my homework,” snapped Hermione, now looking up. “And Viktor, he’s… well, he’s just a nice person to write to.”

“What do you write to him about, then?” said Ron. “What’s so important you have to tell him that’s almost as important as homework?”

“N-Nothing – ”

“Can I have a look?” said Harry, stretching his arm for the pieces of parchment.

Hermione sat there with an uneasy look on her face, her eyes flickering between Harry and Ron, clearly deciding in her mind whether to show Harry or not. Slowly, she arranged the five pieces of parchment into a single pile and handed them to Harry.

Ron had to refrain himself from praising aloud. He’d finally be able to find out what Hermione writes to Krum.

“Only you, Harry,” she said firmly, before allowing Harry custody of the letter.

“But – ” Ron started.

“I said only Harry, otherwise I won’t show it at all,” said Hermione. Her tone was resolute, but there was a tinge of pink on her cheeks.

“But – ”

Hermione made to grab the letter back off Harry, but he pulled away.

“OK, OK,” agreed Harry, giving Ron a discreet, but significant look meaning he’ll tell him later what Hermione wrote.

Grudgingly, Ron watched Harry as his eyes moved slowly down the pieces of parchment. He stole a glance at Hermione, but found her staring steadily at Harry. Why didn’t she let him read her letter? Maybe she knew that whatever she had written, he would possibly start an argument about it. Doesn’t matter; Ron would find out from Harry soon enough.

A moment later, Harry handed Hermione back her letter. She looked apprehensive as she took it from him, anticipating Harry’s reaction. Ron, too, watched Harry carefully, waiting for a look of assurance or amusement or something; however, Ron didn’t receive anything of the like.

“Wow…” said Harry slowly to Hermione. “You must really like him.”

Ron looked alarmingly at Harry, unable to believe his ears. His eyes whipped to Hermione and saw her give Harry a small nod. You must really like him? Hermione must really like Krum?

Ron remained in his seat, waiting for Harry to murmur to him what the letter contained in more detail, or even Hermione to hand the letter over to read for himself, but both of them had returned back to their work.

“I’m going to bed,” Ron grunted, rising from his seat and making his way to the boys’ dormitory.

If they didn’t want to tell him anything, there was no point in continuing to sit there worrying about what the letter involved. He’ll just have to ask Harry again later, when Hermione wasn’t in their company.

“Ron!” he heard Hermione’s voice call just as he reached the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.

At last, she had come to her senses and was going to show him the letter.

“Yeah?” said Ron hopefully, walking back over to the study table.

“You forgot your homework,” answered Hermione, motioning to the pieces of parchment on the desk where he had sat seconds before.

Ron scowled. He grabbed his homework and stomped angrily up to his dormitory.


*


Well? What did it say?” pressed Ron as soon as Harry entered the dormitory fifteen minutes later.

“Stuff,” shrugged Harry.

Stuff?” exclaimed Ron. “What kind of stuff?

Harry dumped his books into his trunk and didn’t answer him. Ron couldn’t believe Harry wasn’t elaborating.

“What kind of stuff?” Ron repeated, coming over to Harry’s side. “What kind of stuff that made you think she must really like Krum?”

Harry stared at him for a couple of seconds before answering. “Just stuff. OK – ?”

“Has she gone to bed?”

“No, she – ”

Ron didn’t wait any longer and sprinted back down from the boys’ dormitory to the common room. He heard Harry calling his name and felt his attempts at trying to grab his shirt to pull him back, but Ron trudged angrily on. He hardly knew why he felt this jealous and angry, and then he remembered he fancied Hermione. That’s why he felt this way. He fancied her and he felt hurt that she not only preferred to show Harry her letter, but that she put so much time and effort thinking about Krum. She’s free to think about anyone she wants for as long as she wants – you’re not her boyfriend, a small voice in his head pointed out, but Ron pushed the thought away.

Hermione, Ron saw, was still seated at the study table, writing what Ron thought to be the hundredth piece of parchment. The common room was empty; the fire slowly dying away. Ron marched right up to her.

“So, what's this all about?” he said heatedly.

“What?” said Hermione, glancing up at Ron.

“This! You writing to Viktor and not telling me what about!”

“Ron – ” started Harry, trying to drag Ron back up to the dormitory by the shirt.

“Nose out, Harry!” yelled Ron, taking a step closer to Hermione. He wouldn’t have been down here if Harry had told him what Hermione’s letter to Krum contained.

“Don’t I deserve to know!?” he continued to yell at Hermione. “Don’t I deserve to know what's in the love letters you’re sending to Viktor!?

“Ron, listen – ”

“Aren’t I a friend?” exclaimed Ron, cutting off Hermione. “Harry’s your friend, you show him. I’m your friend, you don’t show me!

Hermione was standing now. “Ron, it’s my choice – ”

“I know it’s your choice!” shouted Ron. “But what could you have possibly written to Viktor that you can show Harry, but not ME!”

He knew she was going to open her mouth and say something again, but once more he interrupted her.

“Your wasting your time on him, Hermione, can’t you see that!?”

Ron’s face was red; he could feel it. He saw that Hermione’s was red, too, having not even shouted as much as he had, and it was stern, her eyes staring beadily at him.

“You want to know!?” she shrieked. “You want to know what I’ve been writing to Viktor!? You want to know what I’ve been wasting my time on!?”

She didn’t wait for Ron’s reply and grabbed the bunch of papers on her desk. She thrust it at Ron’s face.

“There!” she shouted at him, parchment landing on the floor at his feet. “All the letters I’ve written to Viktor. As you can see, I haven’t had the chance to owl them to him!”

And with that, she ran off up to the girls’ dormitory.

Slowly, Ron crouched to the floor and picked up a piece of parchment. He flipped it over to see Hermione’s neat handwriting.


Dear Viktor,

How are you? I’ve been fine. Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley
Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley Ron Weasley

Love from Hermione



As he gathered more parchment from the floor, he noticed the same thing written on all.

“She must really like me, huh?” Ron asked Harry quietly, looking shamefacedly up at him.

Harry nodded then retreated to the boys’ dormitory, leaving Ron surrounded by Hermione’s love letters.




END.






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