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apologies for the lateness of this piece. My life was insane in March
April. If I had any idea how busy I would be, I would never have taken
challenge. I’m sorry!
thanks to Chelle for volunteering to beta this piece and of course to
Gamgee for her continued support and beta reading for the past three
Thank you to Elanor and to The Sugar Quill for being supportive and
(This is, in fact, my first even mildly R/H fic, despite having been at
Sugar Quill for three years!)
Dedication: To Jane Rucker, for Jaime’s
Ficathon, March 2004.
don’t understand how Ron Weasley can be so oblivious all the time.
was thinking as he walked up to my desk in the library one evening in
year, looking puzzled. I sighed and returned to the parchment in front
you help me find some information for the Charms assignment? I can’t
book I need.”
”Which book is it?” I asked, barely looking up.
-” he said,
gazing at the pile of books on the desk, “- Great Charmists of the
Nineteenth Century?” Why did he need to turn that into a question?
rolled my eyes, pulling a book from the bottom of my stack, and handing
him. Totally oblivious, of course, to the fact that I’ve got
right in front of me.
thanks. Sorry, didn’t see it there.” He took it, shoved aside my
planner, and sat opposite me. I looked up and glared. Couldn’t he see I
trying to work? This was the O.W.L.s, after all! They were at the end
year, and not only did I have to get my Charms and Potions assignments
was quite concerned about the fact that no-one in the greater wizarding
seemed at all ready to believe that Voldemort was back.
silently, flicking through Great Charmists of the Nineteenth Century,
and I returned to my essay.
Wheeler was one of the most influential Charmists of the period, and is
particularly noted for his influence on healing. His breakthroughs in
dragon pox led to him having a ward in St Mungo’s Hospital -
a little too sharply; Ron seemed unwilling to reply. As he stared at
probably trying to think what to say next, I felt sorry for being so
unpleasant. We all had problems, and while mine were very important, so
other people’s. Harry was running an illegal operation, Voldemort was
breaking into his mind, and the Ministry was hunting down his
here I was snapping at Ron for talking to me! I put down my quill and
him, becoming aware as I met his eyes that he was immensely different
boy whose comments had once left me crying in the bathroom all
face was still thin and speckled with freckles, but it was more mature
was beginning to look like that of a man rather than a child.
that the feature of men women find most attractive is their eyes. Ron’s
become deep and thoughtful over the past year. I had often wondered as
watched his reaction to my supposed relationship with Viktor if perhaps
might have had a crush on me. I didn’t really think so, though; what
see in me? He never seemed to value me as anything more than the brains
a lot of our mystery-solving. But looking back, perhaps he did and was,
had been thinking earlier, just totally oblivious. We’d had our fights,
certainly, but Ron had also been a good friend (when we were at peace
other), like when he helped me work on Buckbeak’s defence, and this
he invited me to stay with his family over the summer and we had a
(or as great as we could whilst worrying about Harry). Or when he
invited me to
the Quidditch World Cup.
mind, I met Ron’s eyes. He seemed to find my gaze disconcerting,
and turning pink.
mumbled, feeling that perhaps I might be colouring as well. “What did
for some time, but sat staring at his hands as they opened and shut the
book. He obviously had something more on his mind. I waited, and he
I’ve been thinking. Y’know all this codswallop -” I refrained from my
scolding on language “- that,” he looked around, “the Prophet’s
about?” I was paying full attention now; Ron had hit on one of the
that had been bothering me for no small amount of time.
my eagerness perhaps showing, for he seemed to take heart.
think we should do something about it?”
unconsciously echoing his words, “yes, I certainly do. I’ve been trying
up with something we could do myself, but I can’t. People believe what
read in the Prophet. The Prophet’s the primary source
and whoever has control over the popular media has control over popular
opinion. People just don't want to believe that Harry’s telling the
way with words, Hermione.” I gave a coy smile in return. As much as I
to show it, I always liked it when Ron (or Harry) complimented me
instead of just implying things. Returning to the topic at hand, he
“I’ve had an idea.”
came up with ideas, they were sometimes crazy. Sometimes, they were
with a smug smile.
repeated, puzzled. “Rita?” I stopped myself just before I rolled
and sighed ceilingwards. What could he mean?
her to write an article?” I pondered it for a moment. “But who would
it?” Certainly the Prophet wouldn’t. Ron was nonplussed. He
made a sort
of grimace and shook his head.
don’t know. I
didn’t really get that far in my plan. I thought you might be able to
with something. It’s a bad idea, isn’t it? Loony of me, I guess. Sorry.”
.... Loony ....
I cried. “Her father’s editor of The Quibbler! What if she can
to publish it?” My eyes must have widened in glee at the realisation, I
excited. Ron’s face brightened. “It’s perfect! People don’t believe it
but a few might begin to think twice about what the Prophet
You know, I think people will buy it and read it, and if there’s
offering an alternative to the Prophet’s monopoly, they’ll
think about it, and maybe believe it! Ron, it’s wonderful!” he blushed
I came to the end of my excited, jumbled diatribe. I could have hugged
was perfect! “Thank you so much, Ron!” Ron was glowing. I guessed I
compliment him much, either.
flow of my
words stopped, we sat in silence for some time. This was just the
needed. Of course, we still had to get Harry to agree to it. He
to. He didn’t like to talk about what had happened last year. He did it
reluctantly, unless he was angry. But he was just as frustrated as we
about the lies and smears on his reputation the average wizard or witch
told and believed. Besides that, there was the safety of the wizarding
risk. People needed to know Voldemort was back so they could be
recognised that, too, and I suspected that was part of why he’d come up
I first met
him, I never imagined how dependable Ron would turn out to be. He’s
surprising in his own way. He really shouldered the responsibility of
look after - well, not really, more be there for and watch out for -
since what happened last year. And maybe if he did have a crush on me
year, maybe if he even still did ... maybe I wouldn’t mind that. I
there’s still a lot more the two of us can learn from each other.
about Charmists, either.
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