I am going back to Hogwarts.
I wish I wasn't, it gives people more time to find out my secret, and I don't want that. Cedric Diggory was a lie.
I though I liked Diggory and Potter. I didn't.
And I thought that Marietta wouldn't betray us, the DA.
Not after everything that happened.
It shows how wrong you can be about people.
Harry hated Marietta. And as time went on I hated Harry.
And Cedric. Oh, I hated Cedric.
Well. It took a while before I hated him.
Ron Weasley. I felt a strange attraction to him. That's mainly why I stayed with Harry. After he insulted the Tornados, my quidditch team, I should have despised him. But I didn't.
Far from that, I liked him. Ron Weasley gave off an aura of - well, it was unique.
We were lovers in secret. Harry never knew not found out, because Ron never told him. I was his first kiss.
I'm sure Hermione worked it out. But if she did, she never told anyone.
I'm grateful for that.
And dumb Potter would never work it out. I had to go with him to Hogsmeade Valentine's Day, but I wasn't happy about it. I'd have sooner gone with Ron.
I was ready for the next step with him - going public.
But then it fell apart. Ron kissed Lavender and they began going out.
We never told Harry.
And that's when my secret began developing, secretly. I became slowly aware of it, and in the summer before sixth year I understood. Even though I was with Ron, I still nursed it as carefully as a mother nurses a baby.
I'm still nursing it now, with extreme caution. Anything I do must be mulled over before done in case it gives it away.
So as you can see, I'm not too excited to go back to Hogwarts.