Authorís note: Before
you read this, Iíd just like to ask one thing. Ron, why do you always have to
be so complicated?
Hermione walked into the History of Magic classroom and took a seat behind Ron,
with Harry behind her. Professor Binns floated in and started his boring
"The Centaur Protection Act of 1033 was placed to . . .."
Hermione couldn't help but let her mind wander. Well, obviously, the Centaur
Protection Act was placed to protect centaurs.
Hermione looked out at the class that was either asleep or staring into space.
She was almost asleep as well, when one thing crossed her mind.
Ron. He was acting so strange lately. He was angry with her because he thought
she had gone to Bulgaria to visit Victor, but she hadn't really. She just
didn't tell him that because it wasn't any of his business.
What had happened to the old Ron? The one who was always funny and never failed
to cheer her up when she was overwhelmed with homework? The Ron that risked his
life for her on more than one occasion to save her? The time with the chess
game and Sirius Black was for Harry, too, but what about the time with the
troll? But since he was mad at her, she didn't know what to do. It was hard,
not having Ron as a friend.
There was something else different about Ron as well. He had been changing. It
all started last year during the Triwizard Tournament. He had started to become
more popular- little by little. His voice had been changing and his body had
been growing to fit his big feet and hands.
She was not the only one to notice, either. Lavender and Parvati had been
flirting with him between classes and at lunchtimes. And there were rumors that
Ron was going to ask one of them to the Christmas Ball coming up. She would
probably just skip it.†
It's like he doesn't even care about his future. He didn't pay attention in
class, didn't do his homework, what's he going to do when the O.W.L.s come up
and he doesnít know anything?
It's so confusing, trying to figure out how to help him. First of all, he
wouldn't take any advice from her, and even if he did, he wasn't talking to her
anyway. He couldn't tell she really cared about him.
Harry had told her Fred and George had given Ron money to buy new dress robes,
and he had bought the latest ones there were. That wasn't like Ron. He had
always worried about his lack of money, he just wanted something decent. So he
would fit in. She remembered the beginning of the year, when he was still
talking to her. He had come into her dormitory dressed in then to show them
off. She was happy for him getting new robes, but that just wasn't Ron.
Ron woke up and started writing something. Surely, he wasn't taking notes! He
never did that. He looked over that parchment and set it aside. Then he took
out another parchment and started writing on it. He stopped for a moment,
thought a bit, then set that parchment aside as well.
He then looked exasperated and gave up, running his hands through his hair.
Wonder what that was all about. It seemed as if he was nervous about something.
Ron had turned around and looked at her with an unreadable expression on
his face. She quickly turned away.
Hermione got out her parchment, thinking it was best to take at least some
notes before class was over.
" The Centaur Protection Act led to a major decrease in the death toll of
Centaurs . . ."
The bell rang and Hermione gathered up her belongings. Ron took longer than he
usually did picking up his stuff and caught Hermione on her way out.
"Would you . . . Would you go to the Christmas Ball with me?"
"Great! See you then."
He walked off to Divination and Hermione went to Arithmancy with a smile on her
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all its characters do not belong to me. Neither
does the song 'Complicated'
Authorís Note: Iíd
like to thank Avril Lavigne (I hope I spelled her name right,) for singing such
a great song that I could get the idea for my first fanfic from. Iíd also like
to thank Moey, for her helpful (very helpful) suggestions. And, Iíd like to
thank you, the readers, for reading this.