A/N: I do not own anyone in the Harry Potter World. All praises to J.K. Rowling. Although, the plot is mine. Thoughts of Ron are just like from my head.
RON'S DIARY
© CATE
September 14 …5th year boys' dormitory
Dear Luke,
I never thought I would finally confide to a diary. That turns out to be you. I named you Luke because I don't feel like calling you 'diary' at all. I could remember Bill giving you to me four years ago at start of terms. He told me he was very proud of me…the youngest Weasley brother going into Hogwarts. But I never felt writing yet. There were no significant things that happened yet.
I just met the famous Harry Potter, befriended a giant, saved Hermione Granger from a troll, played with a roomful of chess pieces and helped Gryffindor win the House Cup in my first year. In my second year, flew my Dad's car, broke my wand, received a Howler from Mum, cursed myself into a slug attack, turned into a replica of a Slytherin, and helped open the Chamber of Secrets. Third year…I helped Sirius Black escape and let go of Scabbers. Last year, I went to see the Quidditch World Cup, got jealous of my best friend, got involved with the second Triwizard task, went a little jealous of Hermione and Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum. Since the third year, Hermione gave me a kiss on the cheek before we went home.
Okay…they're one too many. But for me, they're some things I doubt that I'll forget. I don't mind being Harry's sidekick; I'm used to it. Hermione always refuses to teach us. So I'll carry my own chair. So far, I'm the oldest Weasley in Hogwarts now. Fred and George left last year and started their store in Hogsmeade.
Oh! Luke, I don't know if I'm supposed to write this also…are you sure you want to know? (…Of course I want to know! I'm your diary. I only talk to YOU!) Okay, Hermione Granger is a very special person to me. Not only the fact that she's my friend and I admire her but I really, really adore her. I adore her for her wit, intellect, seriousness, courage, guts and most of all…she's really beautiful. (…There. You've said it, Ron! Finally! Since when?) I realized that I kinda like her since our third year. We had a quarrel (…Oh as always…) and she just cried. I didn't mean to make her cry and I felt bad about it. I blamed her for Scabbers' disappearance. I dropped to my knees beside her and draped and arm over her shoulders. She threw me back and looked right at my eyes. Her brown eyes were red from anger and the tears but no less pretty and expressive. She said nothing and ran off to her dormitory. Right then and there, I knew that she was the one I want but I was shy to even tell it to Harry or my brothers and sister.
I think Fred and George know. I told them to keep quiet. Actually, they gave me some pointers on how to approach women. They're gal magnets. Everyone in their batch likes them. Fred has Angelina and George has Katie. To tell you, Luke, all my brothers and even Ginny has a relationship. Percy has Penelope, Charlie and his girlfriend Dana; Bill is getting married next year to Lisa and guess who has Ginny…Harry! I guess I didn't have that certain 'charisma' Dad was talking about the day George proposed to Katie. "Ah! I do know every Weasley will have a perfect one! It our secret charisma," he said. I just kept quiet. Being the only single Weasley was something.
Hermione is not the type who wants to go out like Parvati and Lavender. She's more of the study-all-day sort. She's always found in the library reading, in the common room studying and in classes with her hand up high. I always would stare at her admiring her smooth skin, expressive eyes and even her bushy hair! Harry caught me once but I told him I was thinking about something. He just laughed it off as Hermione secured 10 points to Gryffindor's glass. Thanks to her, we're always up the scales.
I never had the chance to tell her how I feel. I get cold feet. Like one time, we're watching the first task and she just cried because she was worried about Harry and I hugged her tightly. I could've just whispered, "I love you," in her ear right there. But it wouldn't be the right moment. And besides, last year she was a bit pre-occupied with Viktor Krum. They were partners in the Yule Ball. Not asking her out is one of my biggest mistakes!
That faithful night we had a fight. She reasoned on how I did not realize she was a girl and did not ask her out. What? She assumed that I would ask her to go with me? At first, I wouldn't believe it. She wants me to take her to the Ball! But it was too late…
Right now, I'm still thinking and figuring out what that means. I can't wait 'til the day I crack it up! I love her…
'Til tomorrow,
Ron
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DIARY'S POV
From the moment Ron shut me up, I went to re-read his entry. On my opinion, he should tell her…BADLY! I can feel he's hurting inside…aching to spill the deepest, most personal emotions in his heart to…HERMIONE GRANGER! It was very unfortunate that he let go of the perfect chance of telling it but according to him, it wasn't the right time. He could feel it, I know. One day he'll burst just like he quaffed a very big swig of Veritaserum. I just hope that she'll take him seriously…
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RON'S DIARY
© CATE
September 14 …5th year boys' dormitory
Dear Luke,
I never thought I would finally confide to a diary. That turns out to be you. I named you Luke because I don't feel like calling you 'diary' at all. I could remember Bill giving you to me four years ago at start of terms. He told me he was very proud of me…the youngest Weasley brother going into Hogwarts. But I never felt writing yet. There were no significant things that happened yet.
I just met the famous Harry Potter, befriended a giant, saved Hermione Granger from a troll, played with a roomful of chess pieces and helped Gryffindor win the House Cup in my first year. In my second year, flew my Dad's car, broke my wand, received a Howler from Mum, cursed myself into a slug attack, turned into a replica of a Slytherin, and helped open the Chamber of Secrets. Third year…I helped Sirius Black escape and let go of Scabbers. Last year, I went to see the Quidditch World Cup, got jealous of my best friend, got involved with the second Triwizard task, went a little jealous of Hermione and Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum. Since the third year, Hermione gave me a kiss on the cheek before we went home.
Okay…they're one too many. But for me, they're some things I doubt that I'll forget. I don't mind being Harry's sidekick; I'm used to it. Hermione always refuses to teach us. So I'll carry my own chair. So far, I'm the oldest Weasley in Hogwarts now. Fred and George left last year and started their store in Hogsmeade.
Oh! Luke, I don't know if I'm supposed to write this also…are you sure you want to know? (…Of course I want to know! I'm your diary. I only talk to YOU!) Okay, Hermione Granger is a very special person to me. Not only the fact that she's my friend and I admire her but I really, really adore her. I adore her for her wit, intellect, seriousness, courage, guts and most of all…she's really beautiful. (…There. You've said it, Ron! Finally! Since when?) I realized that I kinda like her since our third year. We had a quarrel (…Oh as always…) and she just cried. I didn't mean to make her cry and I felt bad about it. I blamed her for Scabbers' disappearance. I dropped to my knees beside her and draped and arm over her shoulders. She threw me back and looked right at my eyes. Her brown eyes were red from anger and the tears but no less pretty and expressive. She said nothing and ran off to her dormitory. Right then and there, I knew that she was the one I want but I was shy to even tell it to Harry or my brothers and sister.
I think Fred and George know. I told them to keep quiet. Actually, they gave me some pointers on how to approach women. They're gal magnets. Everyone in their batch likes them. Fred has Angelina and George has Katie. To tell you, Luke, all my brothers and even Ginny has a relationship. Percy has Penelope, Charlie and his girlfriend Dana; Bill is getting married next year to Lisa and guess who has Ginny…Harry! I guess I didn't have that certain 'charisma' Dad was talking about the day George proposed to Katie. "Ah! I do know every Weasley will have a perfect one! It our secret charisma," he said. I just kept quiet. Being the only single Weasley was something.
Hermione is not the type who wants to go out like Parvati and Lavender. She's more of the study-all-day sort. She's always found in the library reading, in the common room studying and in classes with her hand up high. I always would stare at her admiring her smooth skin, expressive eyes and even her bushy hair! Harry caught me once but I told him I was thinking about something. He just laughed it off as Hermione secured 10 points to Gryffindor's glass. Thanks to her, we're always up the scales.
I never had the chance to tell her how I feel. I get cold feet. Like one time, we're watching the first task and she just cried because she was worried about Harry and I hugged her tightly. I could've just whispered, "I love you," in her ear right there. But it wouldn't be the right moment. And besides, last year she was a bit pre-occupied with Viktor Krum. They were partners in the Yule Ball. Not asking her out is one of my biggest mistakes!
That faithful night we had a fight. She reasoned on how I did not realize she was a girl and did not ask her out. What? She assumed that I would ask her to go with me? At first, I wouldn't believe it. She wants me to take her to the Ball! But it was too late…
Right now, I'm still thinking and figuring out what that means. I can't wait 'til the day I crack it up! I love her…
'Til tomorrow,
Ron
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DIARY'S POV
From the moment Ron shut me up, I went to re-read his entry. On my opinion, he should tell her…BADLY! I can feel he's hurting inside…aching to spill the deepest, most personal emotions in his heart to…HERMIONE GRANGER! It was very unfortunate that he let go of the perfect chance of telling it but according to him, it wasn't the right time. He could feel it, I know. One day he'll burst just like he quaffed a very big swig of Veritaserum. I just hope that she'll take him seriously…
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