POV – Hermione's diary.
August 21st
How do I do this without sounding like one of those sappy teenage high school diaries? I could be studying but Ginny says to write down your feelings as they can become clearer and I'll try anything once. OK, here goes…
Ever since that first day I met him, I knew we had a special bond. Something beyond words. Something magical, if you'll excuse the pun.
He was one of a kind. Well, actually he has a big family so there is nearly always someone who has his family resemblance around. In fact, I'm at his house right now. I stay here most summer holidays. I'd miss my boys if I didn't see them.
My boys. Harry and Ron. Both my protectors and best friends. Sometimes I wish I had a girl best friend. In a way I do. Ginny. But Harry and Ron are always there for me. We first made friends after they wrestled a troll to save me. You can't watch someone risk their life for you and not like them. I know they would do pretty much anything to help me and I would for them.
Harry, well, Harry's like the brother I never had. I love him as a friend but to be frank, he radiates as much sexuality as a goose! Sure he's smart and a real sportsman but…but… no.
Ron. Ron. What can I say? I like Ron. Not as a friend (although I do) but as a girl likes a guy. He's got this insecure loneliness about him. Probably from competing with all those brothers. And…and I feel I could do something about it. To hold him in my arms and tell him it's OK and everything is gonna be all right.
The Yule ball was a great success. I went with Viktor Krum, this Bulgarian guy. He asked me to visit him over the summer but…
Viktor, Ron. Viktor, Ron. Viktor is 3 years older than I am. Sure, he's a great guy but…his letter was well soppy and clingy. Ron's letters are more friendly and straight to the point. Yep, Ron would win that match.
Anyway, the Yule Ball. As I danced with Viktor, I could see Ron sitting with Padma Patil. They weren't dancing just sitting. I thought about trading partners. Padma would be happy. I hear she has Viktor's posters plastered all over her wall! When she left Ron, he glared at us. I didn't know whether he was glaring at Viktor or at me. Then, we had an argument. I might of thought he was jealous but Ron? Jealous of Viktor? No way. Could he?
The third task was a disaster, what with Harry being whisked off to You-Know-Who. I admit it, I cried when he went. I mean, you would if your best friend disappeared and who knows what was happening to him. Ron actually hugged me. Ron hugged me! I still replay the memory over and over in my head, my mind probably embellishing it. Ron had never hugged me before. We kind of reached an ultimate understanding, where we didn't need words.
At Kings Cross Station, on the return journey I kissed Harry on the cheek. Looking at it in words, I feel like I've cheated Ron! To be true, it was really because I was so glad he was alive and with us. Then Harry left with those ghastly old relatives of his and Ron and me were left alone.
"So…" he began a slight look of hopefulness on his face.
"Yeah." I said.
"Bye." He said, sighting my folks over my shoulder.
"Bye Ron." I said. And then I kissed him on the cheek too. We both turned bright red. To avoid any irritating questions from either Fred or George, I turned and ran with my tail in-between my legs. Wuss ain't I!
Anyway, Ron could never like me. Could he?