A/N: Hello! Ok, so this is my first attempt at writing a real fic. I've written some poetry and stuff, but here's my story. It takes place in the gang's 5th year and I hope you like it.
Why?!!? Why does this happen to me?!!? Me, of all people! I'm Hermione Granger for goodness sake! I'm practically perfect! Why does my brain melt when I see his face?!!? I stutter and blabber on and on. It's like someone's stupefied me. Then that look, that look like I'm crazy. And I just run away, not even saying anything more, I just run. He must think I'm so stupid. He must say to himself: I thought she was so smart, I guess I was wrong.
I hate this. What you ask? I hate being a teenager; I hate being a girl. I remember when I first started at Hogwarts; everything was so perfect in my head. Read, learn, go to class, it was all I thought about. But something changed, my brain morphed last year. I stopped worrying so much about me and more about Ron. Why doesn't he notice me? What's she got that I don't? Can he tell that I like him? What if he finds out? It's like everything got pushed aside to make room for Ron. And all he does is slack off, talk about quidditch, and pick on me. Why do I even like him, maybe love him. The only thing he ever does is make fun of me.
And what does Harry do about it? NOTHING. It's not that I blame him, though. He has so much to worry about these days what with you-know-who. I wish I could help him some how. I'd ask Ron to help me figure something out, but the word wouldn't even come out of my mouth before I'd say something stupid, or he'd say something mean.
God, boys have it so easy. All they do is sit around while girls have to work so hard to impress them. Don't they realize that? Maybe it's just Ron. I mean, Seamus noticed Lavender, they've been together for months. She's so lucky, he always listens to her and gets her little things, like maybe a rose. Wait, what am I talking about??!!!?? I'm jealous of LAVENDER!!!! How pathetic is that???
What am I going to do??? This is driving me crazy. All I want is for Ron to see how much I love him. All he can see is bushy hair behind a book. I don't want to change, but I want him to see me like I see him. Sometimes I hate myself, but I'm really hating him for not loving me. This is so confusing. What am I going to do??!!!??
A/N: Again, I hope you liked it. I plan on continuing, but if I don't get any reviews, then there's no point. *hint hint* *wink wink*
A note to Escritora (if she reads this): This is the story I'm going to write. Thanks for yelling at me to write something, I think I'm going to have fun with this.