This story was written at 1:10 in the morning and you can guess why.
When no one else knows, I listen.
When I pretend I'm asleep, I listen.
Whether it be snoring, bickering, or secret conversations, I listen.
I am no spy; I reveal no secrets, I just listen.
I hear talk that praises my brothers and not me, I still listen.
Sometimes it brings tears to my eyes, But I still listen.
I hear things about how we are poor, or that dad has to work extra, I still listen.
No one will ever know that I Ronald Weasley, Listen.
But if some one whispers in the night thinking that no one hears, I listen.
Always the least loved and mostly ignored, I listen.
The conversations stop and turn to the deep breaths of sound sleepers, Will never know that I listen.
Some people that read this story may never find out how true it is. Please R&R.