Thinking about using this for
30_hath...maybe...
I've never posted my fics or stuff in a public forum like this...except Race to the Fanfic...but that place doesn't count... scary...
I wake up each morning, a groggy, half-asleep look still on my overly freckled face. After pulling myself out of bed and throwing on some clothes, I go to the loo where I splash some cold water on my face, partly to wake myself up but also to wash off the sweat. I’ve slept with too many covers on again; I often sweat too much when I do that. I almost decide to take a shower, but then decide there’s not enough time. After drying my face, I run a comb through my hair a few times before running back to the Common Room to meet Harry and Hermione. They will never know how much I truly worry about them.
I go to class everyday, where people think I am unintelligent and others think I am dim-witted and dull. The truth behind it all is that, despite what Hermione tries to tell us day after day, there is something more important than school and classes and grades. There are people that need to be thought about more than Malfoy or Snape. They will never know that they are the people I think about more than everyone else.
There are the few Quidditch practises a week, and Harry is a magnificent Captain who never should have chosen me to be his keeper. I am glad for it, though, because now I can keep an eye on him, and not just from bludgers. He is important, and he needs to be protected at all costs. I always invite Hermione to the practises, not because I like her, but so that I can watch over her as well. She always comes, always bringing a book with her so that she has something to occupy herself, because in truth, Quidditch bores her, though she would never say it outright. She thinks it will hurt our feelings, but Harry and I have known it from the beginning.
And then there are the Hogsmeade weekends. Harry will never know how glad I was when he originally couldn’t to Hogsmeade during third year. I was so worried that Sirius Black would kill him, or that You-Know-Who would swoop down and find him. Still, when he used the invisibility cloak to sneak into the village, I was happy for the company, and glad that at least he was finding ways to be happy. He has such a burden; he needs to be happy every once in a while.
I know that people don’t think I’m smart. I know that they think I’m really a coward, because I can’t always think on my feet. But I think about things more than they do. I knew at the very beginning, that in the end Harry would be the one to face You-Know-Who. I have known throughout the years that Hermione and Harry are more important than I am, because Hermione is the cleverest witch of our year, and Harry…well, he’s Harry Potter. I know that I must protect them at all costs, because they are so important to the fate of the Wizarding World. But they can never know that I care about them this much. They will never know that I think these things, because I don’t want them to. Harry says that I always make things better because I can make them funny. He laughs at my fear of spiders and my apparent blunders. Hermione scoffs at my seeming stupidity, and at the fact that I don’t do my own homework. I play dumb to build her up. I crack jokes to keep Harry laughing. This is because Hermione needs someone to hold her up, and Harry needs someone to keep him sane. I must appear untouched by solemn thought; appear as though I don’t know any better, to show them that they are important. But they will never know how important they really are.
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I've never posted my fics or stuff in a public forum like this...except Race to the Fanfic...but that place doesn't count... scary...
I wake up each morning, a groggy, half-asleep look still on my overly freckled face. After pulling myself out of bed and throwing on some clothes, I go to the loo where I splash some cold water on my face, partly to wake myself up but also to wash off the sweat. I’ve slept with too many covers on again; I often sweat too much when I do that. I almost decide to take a shower, but then decide there’s not enough time. After drying my face, I run a comb through my hair a few times before running back to the Common Room to meet Harry and Hermione. They will never know how much I truly worry about them.
I go to class everyday, where people think I am unintelligent and others think I am dim-witted and dull. The truth behind it all is that, despite what Hermione tries to tell us day after day, there is something more important than school and classes and grades. There are people that need to be thought about more than Malfoy or Snape. They will never know that they are the people I think about more than everyone else.
There are the few Quidditch practises a week, and Harry is a magnificent Captain who never should have chosen me to be his keeper. I am glad for it, though, because now I can keep an eye on him, and not just from bludgers. He is important, and he needs to be protected at all costs. I always invite Hermione to the practises, not because I like her, but so that I can watch over her as well. She always comes, always bringing a book with her so that she has something to occupy herself, because in truth, Quidditch bores her, though she would never say it outright. She thinks it will hurt our feelings, but Harry and I have known it from the beginning.
And then there are the Hogsmeade weekends. Harry will never know how glad I was when he originally couldn’t to Hogsmeade during third year. I was so worried that Sirius Black would kill him, or that You-Know-Who would swoop down and find him. Still, when he used the invisibility cloak to sneak into the village, I was happy for the company, and glad that at least he was finding ways to be happy. He has such a burden; he needs to be happy every once in a while.
I know that people don’t think I’m smart. I know that they think I’m really a coward, because I can’t always think on my feet. But I think about things more than they do. I knew at the very beginning, that in the end Harry would be the one to face You-Know-Who. I have known throughout the years that Hermione and Harry are more important than I am, because Hermione is the cleverest witch of our year, and Harry…well, he’s Harry Potter. I know that I must protect them at all costs, because they are so important to the fate of the Wizarding World. But they can never know that I care about them this much. They will never know that I think these things, because I don’t want them to. Harry says that I always make things better because I can make them funny. He laughs at my fear of spiders and my apparent blunders. Hermione scoffs at my seeming stupidity, and at the fact that I don’t do my own homework. I play dumb to build her up. I crack jokes to keep Harry laughing. This is because Hermione needs someone to hold her up, and Harry needs someone to keep him sane. I must appear untouched by solemn thought; appear as though I don’t know any better, to show them that they are important. But they will never know how important they really are.
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Date: 2005-09-26 02:10 pm (UTC)From:Post itttttt. Because it's very nice. And Ron does need some love, poor guy.
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Date: 2005-09-26 09:38 pm (UTC)From: