Call me Ron. My full name is Ronald Arthur Christopher Weasley, but is much too long to be used in normal day conversations. My parents rarely use that name when addressing me, only when they are angry at me for teasing Ginny. I grew up in a tight family. I have five brothers, a sister, a mother and a father. As much as I love them, I find them rather annoying from times to times. Everybody is in everybody's' business, which made it very difficult to keep secrets away from them. My first secret was discovered by Charlie, my second oldest brother. I had pushed a girl off a swing and made her cry. Charlie just happen to walk past the crime scene and regarded everything. My second secret didn't last a day. I was caught cheating on a spelling test; I did not want mother to know, so I kept quiet. Ginny, my youngest sister, went through my bag and found the test paper. I had a terrible telling off from mother that night. But this secret will be kept a secret until I decide it be discovered. It hasn't been discovered yet for six years already. It resembles a plant. A little seed a first, with time, it bloomed into a gigantic flower. This massive flower could be used to describe my love for her. Yes, the secret is related to love. I feel my ears burn, but I have to admit it. Love and relationships have been in my mind for six long years. It was a little crush, at first. I called her names and teased her a lot. The first time we meet was on the Hogwarts Express. She came into Harry and my compartment looking for a toad. My heart gave a little thud. She was so proud and confident, everything that I wanted to be. She made me want to be better than her. When she and I were placed in partners for our charms lesson; I was delighted. Of course, I had to act although I hated it. Once again, she beaten me, made me feel and look like a fool. Why wasn't I as smart as her? Bloody hell! My crush turned to like during the second year of school. I liked having her around me, telling me things about interesting creatures and potions. She made my world upside down. When she was petrified, I felt terrible. There was a hole in my heart. I didn't know what it was, but the feelings remained until she awoke again. She ran to me shouting "You solved it". She beamed at me for the first time and I felt proud. Third year, we started to fight about things. I found this very interesting because I didn't want to fight with her. I wanted to tell her how much she means to me, but I was too introverted to admit it. But she made me know exactly how talented she was. I fell heads over heals for her in my fourth year. But when Krum, the famous arse Quidditch player, came into the scene; I though I had no chance. He was everything I wanted to be. I hated that night of the Yule Ball; she was in his arms. He was closer to her physically, than I have even been. My eyes turned green, the green eyed monster that haunted her. The more jealousy I felt, the more I fell. That night after the stupid ball, I knew something was different. The fire in the fireplace died and left a dead glow. She remained a very friendly friend, but that touch of love was gone. Her eye no longer sparked at the sound of my voice. I should have known. That fire hinted something that was very important. The glow between she and me have burned down. It's up to me to relight it and give it oxygen. Throughout the fifth year; I tried to warm her up. She was a little uneasy at first with my warming up, but she got use to them. You must wonder what my warming up was. I'll tell you. I became her sister. Weird eh? I was actually more a servant. I did everything. I combed her hair every day and realised how soft it was. I picked her clothes and realised how petite she was. I bought her accessories and realised how much she loved them. The thing I liked the most that I bought for her was the perfume. I could tell she liked it. Whenever she was around me, the aroma of my gift always followed. The more around her, the more beautiful I though she was. That's when I realised I fell in love with her. All these years, the feeling was love. Love was such a hard to identify item. I hate love, but that isn't true cause I don't. I love to love. I am not sure, but I felt some of the sparkle in her eye return, but it could have been a misread. The seeds of love grow so quickly that I didn't stop to think whether it would get to a point where it stopped. What if it did stop? What would I do? That question haunted me for many nights. This summer flew by so quickly. The last day before we head for Hogwarts; she's staying with us. She lays in Ginny's room; I suppose... The bedside lamp flickered. I must be imagining things again. Bloody hell...that isn't an illusion. A dark shadow stands at the doorway of my room. I will quickly turn off my light and pretend to have fallen asleep. Hopefully, it isn't a spider ghost...