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A Lunch in the Mind of Ronald Weasley

Oh. My. God. Not again!

They are! They're at it again. We've been at breakfast for five minutes, and already they're fighting again!

What. The. Hell. I wish Draco would just jump off a bridge. Or make out with Harry already. He's always cracking jokes about Harry, Hermione, and me, but he's so jealous, it's sad. I see the way he looks at Hermione whenever she flirts with Harry, he hates her! Not because she's a mudblood, mind. Just that he wants Harry's attention... and he only gets Harry's attention by making fun of him. I repeat: What. The. Hell.

Hermione, my GOD. She loves Harry. She's infatuated, but she'll never make the first move. Not with Harry completely oblivious to the way she feels. And he'll never know until she says something... which she would DIE before doing. Oh God this is annoying.

My head feels like it's in a vice. And worse, we've got Potions after lunch. Looking forward to THAT round of torture. Well, it's not as much torture as getting my insides carved out with a spoon and fed to me with beets... it's worse. Just seeing Snape's face makes me sick, but we've got a double class with him AND Slytherins. And we'll lose twenty five points by the end of the first lesson. I HATE Severus Snape!

Oi, that letter from Mom this morning was a complete embarrassment. Why me? Why did I have to be the youngest boy of a litter of red-heads? Sure, Ginny's the youngest youngest, but she's female, it's not as hard for her. Me? I'm following the world's best boys at EVERYTHING THEY DO! Charlie with the dragons, Bill with Gringotts, Percy with the Ministry, even Fred and George with their store, Weasley's Wizardly Wheezes. What's left for me to do?

Except be Harry's best friend and SIDEKICK? Oh, I don't even care anymore...

I just better eat before lunch ends...

"Hey, Ron?"

"Yeah, Harry?"

"You've been awfully quiet. Whatcha thinkin' 'bout?"

"Oh, nothing, Harry. Nothing at all."

The end!

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