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Title: Waiting
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hazy_reflection
House: Ravenclaw
Date/Challenge: 2 November 2005 // not without right
Character: Ron Weasley
Rating: PG...just in case I write something that I don't realise later...language or whatever
Notes: This would probably have been some time before when Hermione 'Oppugno's Ron in HBP. It's also another ten-minute fic so...yeah.
Ron wasn't old-fashioned; in fact, he was far from it. He wasn't of the modern type either. It didn't really matter either way. Ronald Weasley feared the one person he desired most, yet he saw no indication that she wanted him.
Still, it didn't keep him from wanting her, from needing to be around her. Every fibre in his being wanted to be with her, to kiss her and hold her, to touch her and smell her hair. But she didn't want that from him, and it frustrated him to no end; it frustrated him so much that he even yelled at her sometimes, yelled at her for almost no reason at all.
She would later tell him that he had no right to yell at her like that, that he had no right to be saying things that he knew nothing about. With her, he wouldn't have any rights, not until she gave them to him. He was waiting for that one special right, the one that would finally give him everything he was waiting for.
Author:
hazy_reflectionHouse: Ravenclaw
Date/Challenge: 2 November 2005 // not without right
Character: Ron Weasley
Rating: PG...just in case I write something that I don't realise later...language or whatever
Notes: This would probably have been some time before when Hermione 'Oppugno's Ron in HBP. It's also another ten-minute fic so...yeah.
Ron wasn't old-fashioned; in fact, he was far from it. He wasn't of the modern type either. It didn't really matter either way. Ronald Weasley feared the one person he desired most, yet he saw no indication that she wanted him.
Still, it didn't keep him from wanting her, from needing to be around her. Every fibre in his being wanted to be with her, to kiss her and hold her, to touch her and smell her hair. But she didn't want that from him, and it frustrated him to no end; it frustrated him so much that he even yelled at her sometimes, yelled at her for almost no reason at all.
She would later tell him that he had no right to yell at her like that, that he had no right to be saying things that he knew nothing about. With her, he wouldn't have any rights, not until she gave them to him. He was waiting for that one special right, the one that would finally give him everything he was waiting for.
