I wish that he could hear his voice the way that I do when I go to sleep at night. And dream my life away, but he's gone when I awake... ❤ Darren Criss

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When I Look Into Your Eyes- A R/Hr fan-fic:

{The italicized words in the first paragraph are taken word-for-word from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire}

Hermione's Awakening Love (written from her perspective)

I turned on my heel and ran up to the common room, my hair falling down around my face as Ron’s words rang in my head… He’s competing against Harry! Against Hogwarts! Yeah, well- that’s his story. He’s just trying to get closer to Harry. I suppose you guys have been putting your heads together in those little library sessions- Why don’t you go and find Vicky… I bit my lip as tears started to form and I wiped them away hastily, my cheeks glowing red with anger. Turning around, I saw a flash of maroon- Ron was coming. I quickened my pace, thinking angrily about how Ron could even say such things! Ron knew I wanted Harry to win the tournament, probably more than Harry does! Ron’s sneering voice yelled in the back of my head… You’ve got a funny way of showing it.

I got back up to the Gryffindor common room, which was fortunately almost empty. Within seconds I had crossed the room and was just beginning to climb the stairs when Ron entered and made a snarky remark. I ignored this as Ron looked up at me, a look of deep hate covering his normally cheerful face. I heard him from across the room say something about “Vicky”. I stepped towards him, yelling, “Don’t call him Vicky!” Ron glared at me with an expression so much like Draco that I wanted to punch him.
“Why not?” He yelled back while stepping towards me, almost daring me to hurt him, “It’s a free country!”
“Well if you don’t like it-“ I began to scream, but he cut me off.
“He’s just USING you!” Ron called, a strong strain of anger in his voice, acting like this was for my good.
I continued on, pretending I hadn’t heard him. “-you know what the solution is, don’t you!”
“What?” screamed Ron, his face flushed as deep maroon as his robes.
“If you don’t know,” I yelled in an imatation of Ron, “I’m not going to tell you.” I could feel my cheeks reddening quickly as my temper started to take control of my senses. Ron stood there, gaping at me, while opening and closing his mouth soundlessly, trying to develop a counterarguement.
“WHAT?” yelled Ron, this time so forcefully that a frightened first-year emmited a small squeal and ran up the staircase to her dormitory.
“Next time there’s a ball, pluck up the courage to ask me before somebody else does, and not as a last resort!” I then spun on my heel, ran up the stairs, and slammed the girls’ dormitory door behind me.

After the door slammed, I ran to my bed, tears now flowing freely down my hot cheeks. Why can’t he see? I wondered, resting my chin on my knees. I glanced over at the only picture on my nightstand, one of me and Ron laughing at the Quidditch World Cup. A knife seemed to pierce my heart. I had fallen for two guys. The tears seemed to flow ever faster with this obvious realization, and now it looked as though one of them might never speak to me again.


Ron's Rage (Ron's point of view)

“What does she see in him?” I asked Harry, a hint of jealousy in my words. Harry looked up to see my eyes were filled with hate.
After thinking for a while, Harry replied darkly, “I mean, he is a world famous Quidditch player…” He paused. “Also, it must feel good for her to feel like there’s someone there to hug her, kiss her, and make her feel alright.” I pondered these words, thinking… I would have gladly done that, Hermione, if you had asked… Harry’s voice interrupted my chain of thoughts. “Ron! Are you listening to me?” I looked up, muttering something about wanting to get out of my disgusting maroon dress robes. I clambered up the steps and went to sit by the window. Looking out, I wondered why I had made such a big deal out of Hermione and Krum. As the words repeated themselves in my head over and over, my arguments sounded more and more feeble. A tear formed, and I swatted it away. I couldn’t believe I had caused such an argument over one night. She would never, ever forgive me… and nothing was worth losing Hermione. Memories flooded my senses: Hermione, Harry, and I dancing at the Quidditch World Cup, Hermione lying Petrified on a stiff bed in the hospital wing, and her expression when I was willing to sacrifice myself to stop Quirrel in first year. It all came down to one thing: Why?

~Two Hours Later~

The curtains were drawn around my bed in the boys’ dormitory as the others continued to celebrate down in the common room. Harry had come up a few times to try and make me join the others, but I flatly refused and burrowed myself deeper in the blankets. My thoughts were on Hermione. The only obvious answer I could come up with was that I loved her. What else could have made me watch her like Harry was watching Cho? Why else would she be the only girl I kept looking at; the girl who was always there was the only one I couldn’t take my eyes off? All I could see was her, amongst hundreds of students, the sweet smell of her hair, her nervous smile, her beautiful periwinkle dress, just… her. My only argument against the obvious: she’s Hermione. It sounded stupid in my head, too. But I just couldn’t, couldn’t be falling for Hermione. Could I?


Some stuff I couldn't resist posting:

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted," Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiilling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this on your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded