I found myself yet another book to bury my nose in and collapsed into a nice squashy beanbag next to the fire. It had been a long and tiring day, and I needed to relax. I sat for quite a while, looking at the book yet I just couldnt make out the words. I was recalling my day in my mind, and hell, it had been tiring. A full day of drama, lessons and revision. Dont get me wrong, I like the revision and lessons, I need to do all that stuff anyway if I'm to pass good N.E.W.T levels, but everything surrounding it has not been pleasant at all. Rons STILL in the hospital wing, and Madam Pomfrey refuses to let me visit, Harry STILL thinks Malfoy is behind all of it and Harry is STILL moping over like I have to deal with everyone elses problems, when I certainly have enough of my own...
My thoughts are distracted by something in the profile of a tall red haired man with freckles sprayed across his pale, handsome face.
"Ron!" I exclaimed. "How on earth are you back now, its 2 in the morning !"
"I could've just asked you why your here when its so late, 'Mione." He said with a look of grim satisfaction.
"Oh its just... Its nice to see you..." I said, trailing off.
"Nice to see you too."
"Yeah..."
We stayed in awkward silence for a minute or so, then bade eachother goodnight. Ron went up to his dormitory, and I fell back onto the beanbag, clutching my stomach. It had such a hollow, butterfly feeling in it. I closed my eyes, picturing his lovely face. I do NOT know how I fell in love with such a fool as Ronald Weasley. They say you can't hep who you fall in love with, so thats probably why. Before Hogwarts, And before Harry and Ron, I would've never gone for ANYONE Like Ron. I guessed I'd just changed... I slid (with difficulty) my long heavy book back into the bookshelf, then slowly crept up to the dorms. Then I flopped onto my bed, sleeping to sweet dreams of Ron and a sniffling Lavender in the adjacent bed.