Hey guys I'm back with a new fic! Its a sequel to " The most crucial thing" and i really hope you like it! DH spoilers...R&R please!
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Her Diary Decoded
Secrets Revealed
"Ron!" Hermione shouted as she gathered up some of their things and piled it up on her bunk. Ron, who was cleaning the wooden wireless, looked up.
"What is it?"
"You need to clean this tent, it's been messy for ages," She said. Harry walked out of the tent carrying a basket and a sack. Hermione followed him. Ron raised his eyebrows.
"And, what are you going to do?" He asked with the slightest bit of annoyance.
"We will find something to eat."
"But---"
"You have to do the cleaning, and don't even start to demand you are useless!" Hermione walked out of the tent, looking stony. Harry gave Ron an apologetic face and then followed her. Ron stood up and kicked his bunk hard. Why was he always the one who ends up alone, he felt out of place.
"I always feel like a house elf, "and he swore loudly. He started to flourish his wand. Their things swirled on the wind gracefully. The things fall into their right places. Then, Ron noticed a red and gold clad notebook. He became curious, for it was what Hermione was finding for days. It's Hermione's notebook, he thought.
He went near it and examined it. It was clean, and beautiful. His curiosity level was going higher; he was tempted to open it. He was about to turn a page then he froze.
No, he thought,
It's private, she said it, said a voice in his head.
Come on, she will never learn about it!
Respect her privacy, you're a gentleman!
It will be a secret!
A war of conscience was occurring in his head. Will he open it or not? Ron's palms were already sweaty; his eyes were still on the notebook. Come on, Ron. She will never learn about this…
He started to read every page of the notebook. It's full of poems she made, they were wonderful. It was full of emotions, he smiled. He never thought that Hermione's using poems to express her feelings. He was sliding his hand on every word she wrote as if he can feel her own hand on his. He can relate to the poems…
"Wait. These things pertain to a person…"
He started to read the second to the last poem in her diary. Ron's eyes widened with curiosity and fear. It goes like this:
Every song that plays, in the wedding brings me closer to you, and you closer to me,
I can see every rainbow, every sunset and falling star. I see you and me together even we were apart, we are.
Love is a bridge to forever that only the two of us can share. So hold my hand and take a stand, let our dreams take us there for we can climb the highest mountains, or even touch the sky. Things can only get better, when love brings us closer you and I…
H.G. 1997….
Wedding… every song that a play in the wedding… brings me closer to you…. when love brings closer you and I... these words ran into circles in his mind. He turned another page.
What would life be like, if you would go away. What would life mean then, If we saw that day would you find better, maybe happier without me. I'll hope and pray that you'll always stay, and forever one day you'll see…
If only I could see tomorrow, without missing today if only you stayed longer,
And believed the words I say I'd proved to you I'm worthy,
With everything I do I can't stand another day, living my life without you…
H.G. 1997
If I could only see tomorrow, without missing today if only you stayed longer…living my life without you…Is she pertaining to HIM?
Yes, he had a strong feeling he was the subject of all the poems in her diary. He froze, his mouth hanging open. He had realized that he had hurt her so badly. He felt so guilty. He observed the last poem's vague appearance. It was like been dropped by water. Was she crying while she was writing this stuff? He felt more upset for himself.
"I'm a bloody idiot. Why do I have to make her feel---"He stopped dead. He heard Harry and Hermione emerging the tent. He felt nervous; he felt sweat pouring down his forehead. As he was finding a place to hide the notebook, he saw Hermione opening the entrance of the tent. He quickly put it under his bunk. He was so carried away by his nervousness that he stumbled himself. Hermione and Harry saw him; their expressions were unable to tell.
"For heaven's sake Ron! What are you doing?" She asked with her eyebrows raised.
"No-nothing, at all."