What You re Doing

Well, all the confusing thoughts and feelings running inside Ron´s head and heart in HBP!!
With this work, I wanted to do a drawing that tells about his uncertains, doubts and the pain he imposed to himself, Hermione and of course, Lavender.
Also, I have been feeling through times to times a need to see Ron/Rupert in Quidditch robes.So here I am again! Glad to know that my urgency will end in few months!
During the many hours I´ve worked on it, an incredible and smart story of a good friend of mine, Risiepookie as she is knowing in fandom , never left my mind: "Stronger than me"!!
Please, you know, comments are always welcome!
And like Risie said and it´s so true for this part of R& Hr lives, remember: "there's more than meets the eye happening here."

"As I sit in the corner of the nearly empty Common Room trying to concentrate on the essay in front of me, I feel my blood boiling at the soft giggles coming from across the room. They don’t even realise I’m here, because I’m invisible to them.
Harry was the last person to leave and he went upstairs ages ago, just after midnight, barely giving me a nod goodnight. He left me to be unseen and unheard by the amorous pair sitting mere metres from me, fully aware of their activities, though they are completely oblivious to my presence.
My quill glides along the parchment and I let it dig in a bit, hoping the scratching noise will drown out the happiness seeping from them and sucking the life out of me. No such luck, as the scratching noise only serves to irritate me and goes completely unnoticed by the two on the settee. I suppose I could go up to my room to finish my work, but I don’t see why I should have to leave. After all, I’m using the Common Room for what it’s technically supposed to be used for- schoolwork, not just socialising, if you could call what they were doing that.
Hypocrite, I think with no malice, knowing I would most definitely be engaging in the exact same behaviour if I was the girl he had chosen… if I had been the girl he had chosen to stay with.
More soft giggles erupt from them and this time I can’t resist looking over at them. The sight breaks my heart in an instant. His long, slender fingers are dragging through her hair, his freckles a stark contrast against his fair skin. The image of them cosily sitting and cuddling together in front of the fireplace threatens to bring tears to my eyes, so I close them.
Her soft whimper interrupts the relative silence of the cracks and pops of the fire and I decide having my eyes closed away from the sight of them is just as bad, because I can let my imagination run away with me. Turning to look at them again, I see her fingers trace his long nose, over his cheek, and around to cup his face, pulling him in close to kiss her again.
I have the insane urge to vault across the room, pull on her hair, and tell her to get her hands off my man. But he never was mine- not really, I remind myself for what seems like the millionth time. He never specifically said it, but there had been so many signs, so many times that I had been sure he would always be mine. There had been so many moments when it was just the two of us and I felt like he was almost ready to tell me he loved me… Almost isn’t enough, I think sadly, wishing I could turn back time, going back to before I lost him to her, and convince him of how much I cared about him. I thought my actions had spoken loudly enough, but I realise now that I needed to do a bit more talking to prove it to him.
His lips softly kiss her nose before moving lower to linger against her lips for a moment and then rest on her neck, caressing the skin there. Watching his full lips touching her, I feel memory flood through me- memory of those same lips parted in that secret, maddening, and special smile, the one I had thought was reserved for only me.
I am having a difficult time understanding what I could have possibly done differently, what I could have done to not lose him to her. My mind has been through the endless possibilities, examining each before discarding it and moving on to the next one. I want so badly to understand, to know what I did that was horrible enough for him to run to her. I want to know what about me wasn’t enough for him.
Maybe if I had shown him how much he means to me, I begin to think, and then chastise myself for even beginning the thought. Not caring enough for him was never the issue, as I adored him and he knew it. There was never a question about how deeply I care for him.
Maybe if I was smarter or if I studied harder, I tell myself before I nearly snort out loud. My intelligence and grades have nothing to do with whether he wants me or not. Books and cleverness are clearly not the reason he wants her. I wish I could tell myself that was the only reason he wanted her more, but I know Ron isn’t shallow enough to dismiss anyone based on how smart they are.
I watch as he sucks and licks the crook of her pale neck and hear her gasps and his groans. I see his long fingers reach up to cup her breast and her fingers tug his hair, forcing his eyes to meet hers.
“ P lease,” he says huskily, “I want you so bad,” and he kisses her again. A sob catches in my throat as the angry tears begin their rise again. He’s never said those words to me and I can’t help but feel she has stolen words she has no right to.
“What about-” she protests as she drags her lips away from his, and I know somehow that she was about to say my name. His fingertips cover her lips in an instant, preventing her from saying my name, as though it’s a dirty word that should never be uttered.
“Not her. You. I want you- only you,” he says roughly, his voice full of emotion. Through the twinges in my heart, I find myself wondering if this was the first time he’s said that, because they’re just staring at each other, unmoving.
They come together again, slowly, gently, and I try so hard to suffocate the jealous urges rising in my body, reminding me he’s never said anything half that sweet to me. His lips once more travel down her neck, his fingertips over her breast and I watch in shock as her fingers loosen buttons from their slips. I didn’t think even she would let him go so far in the Common Room, though I shouldn’t be surprised, given the shows they’ve put on in the past. They've never been quiet about hiding their interactions from the rest of us..."

Here is the link for Risie´s story:

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I have something new for you. Well this drawing was (again) all handmade(NO Photoshop) with watercolors and watercolors pencils and it was done in a A4 paper sheet.So, actually, it´s smaller than the picture I have in this page.Here there are some links where I show you some details of it, if you want to see them:

Ron´s in Quidditch´s robes: [link]

Ron,Hermione and Lavander:
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Ron and Lavander:
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Hermione:
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Of course I can´t forget that tomorrow is the Birthday of my favourite character,so

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RON WEASLEY, MY LOVELY KING!!!!!