Ron was in love with the wrong girl. Don't get me wrong, I don't really care with who he's in love with, but I just know it should be Hermione.
But no, he just had to fall in love with Juliet Roberts - "The hottest girl in the seventh year."
Personally, I couldn't stand her, with her bottle blond hair, orange tan and ridiculously impractical manicure, not to mention that bloody giggle, the high-pitched tingle that she used as a bird uses it's mating call.
Bloody snob, I just didn't buy it. Unfortunately Ron did.
But who ever understands Ron?
I don't, and I don't think anyone does! Except possible Hermione…
So where was I? Ha, yes. He was in love with the snob.
But Hermione loved him. I really can't understand why, but she did.
But, sigh, he was dragging after Juliet, who barely even knows he exists.
Often, at dinner, I had to hit in the back of his stupid head so he would get out of his daydreams about that bloody girl.
Oh and Hermione?
She almost cried.
Who am I, you ask? Oh how silly of me. Well, my name is Ginny.
The one and the only.
Ron's baby sister.
You don't know how hard it is.
Sometimes it's okay. Fun even.
Sometimes, not always.
And of course, its is got a few benefits.
His friendship with Harry Potter for example. Yes, that's right. The Harry Potter spends every holiday at my house, and sometimes leaves his room wearing only his boxers. But you didn't hear that from me.
And then there's Hermione – the most brilliant girl in the world. No, in the universe! No, in the – Okay, I think you get the idea…
So now they are among my best friends… well, kinda.
Umm… I was in the part where Hermione almost cried, right?
After that, guess what? He asked her out!
No, not Hermione. Juliet.
Why?
'Cause he's an idiot.
The worst part? He actually thought that she would say yes.
The stupidity of that boy…
So, just like I said, he asked her out.
And, just like I thought, she laughed in his face.
The snob said "Yes, like I'm going to date you, freak" and then she laughed.
And then I punched her.
Oh no, sorry, that was in my mind.
She laughed and went away, with a flock of boys trailing after her.
Ron was heartbroken.
I actually felt sorry for him.
He turned to Hermione for her support, the git.
I thought she would slap him, but she didn't. Instead she helped him get over her.
Well, kinda.
She tried not to make him angry and not to fight with him.
It didn't always work but I know he felt better.
Well, at least I didn't need to hit him as often.
Then, half a year later, when Ron and Hermione were very, very close and he forgot about Juliet, Ron did the something I thought he will never do - he asked Hermione to be his girlfriend!
Of course she said yes, she had been waiting almost seven years.
And now she's got him. I'm happy for her. She's even happier for herself.
After that, many other things happened.
Like Harry asking me to be his girlfriend! How great is that?
Really, really great!
Ron grades improved and he started feel much better about himself.
Our father got a promotion.
And the most important: I was Harry's girlfriend!
And the queen snob started to go down. Way down.
She wasn't very popular anymore.
Her family lost money and now she was poor.
Poor, poor, like my family was before.
Take that bitch!
And after all that?
Well, I married Harry. Yay.
Harry and Ron got onto the Chudley Cannons, And you've no idea how hot Harry is in Quidditch robes.
Hermione is Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts.
She and Ron are married. They have three kids - adorable, freckly gingers with bushy hair and too-big teeth.
And the Queen Bitch?
She became whore. Too bad.
So I guess this story has happy ending. Well not for Juliet. But for me.
And for Hermione.
Oh, I have to go. Harry's calling me!