Hey guys! Here's a new Dramione fic. I'm having trouble continuing the others but I wanted to write something sooo...Here you go: A series of Diary entries from Hermione about the pains of love and the only known cure- true love.
Cured
Dear Diary,
He didn't notice me today again. I don't get it. I try to make him see me, the real me. But it just won't work. I love him, Diary. I love Ron but he doesn't even seem the least bit interested. He's always with Lavender. He doesn't know how much it hurts to see him snogging her every single day. Can't he realize that the only reason I try so hard to be so bright is because it's the only way I can do to make me popular? They even call me the brightest witch of our age now, Diary, but nothing is changing. Just today I tried to talk to him. I tried to be nice but he thought that I was just trying to trick him. Why does he have to be so stupid? I LOVE him! How can he NOT notice that? Harry and Ginny already told me that they know. They tried to talk to Ron to make him not hate me anymore. Nothing's working. Oh my God, Diary, I think I'm crying again. That's it; I'll just go to sleep now. Maybe I can think of something new to do tomorrow. Maybe he'll finally notice me. Wish me luck, Diary.
-Hermione-