Points of View – Ron

Points of View – Ron

August 21st

Arggggh!! I hate my life! I just had a massive argument with Hermione! Not just one of those huge-when-it-happens-but-really tiny-really arguments which blow over in a day or two. No. I accidentally walked in on her while she was in Ginny's room. She was lying on her bed writing in something. It might have been a diary or something but she seemed really mad and we had a screaming match right on the second floor landing. She as usual stomped off in one direction and me in the other.

It sounds like I really hate Hermione but I don't. I like her a lot! Hell, I love her. I have done for the past 4 years now but I'm too afraid of rejection!

Hermione doesn't like me in that way. Doesn't she? Well, at the end of last year, when we came back from Hogwarts, she kissed me goodbye. Just a peck on the cheek but a kiss. I'm still feeling the aftershock. Whenever I look into those brown eyes, I can feel her lips on my cheek. Fred and George teased me about it the entire journey home. God, I sound like a lovesick puppy.

But she likes this Viktor Krum guy. He's 3 years older than her and much more handsome than I will ever be. Who could ever like a poor ginger head with more freckles than you've had hot dinners? Not a smart, beautiful brunette that's for sure.

I've often wondered what it would be like if I ever went out with Hermione. I've even practised the proposal in front of the mirror. "Hermione, do you want to go out with me sometime?" The words sound stupid even in my head and they look even stupider on paper.

Fred keeps talking about using the Weasley charm. What charm? Whatever it is, I haven't inherited it. Fred can talk though, most of the girls in his year like him. (Or is that George.) Because he's funny and witty. I can barely speak to a girl without looking like a tomato.

The only time I have ever felt close to Hermione was for the hours after the first task and the week after it. When Harry disappeared with Cedric, Hermione was close to tears. I couldn't just stand there, watching her worry so I hugged her. To be truthful, I was dead worried too; you would if your best friend goes missing.

We became closer after Harry's incident with You-Know-Who. She was dead worried about Harry, who went into the kind of withdrawal period, where he hardly spoke or smiled. Hermione and me had many talks long into the night about Harry and how we thought he was coping. There were tears from her eyes and yes I was the one to comfort her. Not as her boyfriend but as a friend.

I suppose that's what we'll only ever be. Friends.