Chapter 1 : Prologue
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You like tomayto, and I like tomahto
Potayto, potahto, tomayto, tomahto,
Let's call the whole thing off
("Let's Call the Whole Thing Off," lyrics by George and Ira Gershwin)
Once upon a time, there was a girl who fell in love with a boy.
Not right away, of course – oh, no, definitely not right away. At first they didn’t like one another at all! The girl found the boy terribly irksome, right down to the very last freckle on his face. And the boy – well, he was a boy, after all, and he didn’t like girls to begin with. And then the girl starting bossing him around, and he found her very irritating, indeed!
But the years passed, and no matter how much they each tried to deny it, there was something there that was larger than both of them. So large, in fact, and so new that neither really knew how to deal with it. The girl kept bossing the boy around because, really, that was the only way she knew to show affection. And the boy – well, boys never do very well with those mushy things, and so, to be quite blunt, he was a bit of a prat.
Still, they loved each other. And even though the girl wasn’t terribly pretty to most people’s eyes, to the boy she was the loveliest thing in the world. And even though the boy was a prat, the girl no longer cared, because he was her prat.
And really, what else is there that matters?
This, my friends, is the story of a square peg and a round hole.
They were two people who, at first glance, never seemed to fit properly. They bickered too much; they were spiteful and rude. The tears and heartache and nights spent suffering silently were almost too much for a pair of teenaged souls to bear.
But time changes people, as does experience, and our square peg and round hole were no exception. At far too young an age, they were forced into situations that showed them exactly how much they needed one another. The histrionics of teenage angst were eclipsed by real pain and longing and despair. And when they were apart, there were gaps that nobody – not friend nor family – could fill.
For the square peg never did find a square hole to complete him. And the round hole – well, she never ran across a round peg that suited her, either. Maybe they dallied with triangles and trapezoids – but what use are those to a circle or a square?
The thing is, every person is unique, and the square was not so fixedly square, nor the circle so decidedly circular, as everybody assumed. Rather, the square peg turned out to be a little bit rounded about the edges, and the round hole squared off ever so slightly.
They were a perfect match.
There were times, of course, when the square peg seemed as unreasonably square as ever, or the round hole even more stubbornly circular than before. But they knew they belonged together, and so they always came back to their comfortable, squarish-yet-circular shape somewhere in the middle.
You see, they loved each other so much that – though they didn’t often like to admit it – each would gladly have altered their own shape to suit the other’s fancy.
And that’s what love truly is.
What, then, became of the girl and boy who fell in love?
Well, they did live happily ever after…albeit with a fair amount of dirty looks and fits of temper and the occasional silent treatment. They knew, however, that the laughter and the kisses far outweighed the arguments and the tears (and the broken china – neither one really liked it that much, anyway).
He never did fully understand how someone could be so incredibly bossy at times. And she never quite riddled out how one person could be such an amazing git on occasion.
But they were happy – neither of them could argue with that.
A/N: Welcome to what I hope will soon become a repository for all the various Ron/Hermione fluffy one-shot ideas floating around in my head. They won't all center around typical R/Hr conflicts, and there won't be one overarching storyline - just whatever little one-shot or drabble ideas occur to me. I've categorized this as Post-Hogwarts, but I'll definitely end up drifting into Next Gen, and for the most part I should be able to keep it all in rough chronological order.
Whether you love or hate R/Hr, I'd love to hear your thoughts along the way (and hey, maybe I'll sway a few hearts in the process, right?) ;-)
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