A/N: Simply because it was the first pairing anyone gave me.
WARNING: Characters that aren't in character, off-track conversations, boyXboy, unrequited love, and jealousy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of its content or characters. I do however own a lovely tie with an odd stain!
I was sitting in the Great Hall. Though, sitting isn't the right word, I was thinking, contemplating. Alright, fine I was bloody brooding, but no way will I ever admit that outside of this diary. Yes, a diary. Simply because there IS a difference between the two will I ever admit that I own a diary. I could tell you all about it, but it's rather lengthy and not what I want to talk about.
He was there as well, not looking his best. He looked like he was about to spew slugs. Yes, I know what that face looks like, and it's not the most appealing look. Anyway, he was sitting there, the git. That bloody ponce. Sitting there and looking dashing despite the slug look. I don't know what was wrong with him, though it could be any number of things considering who he roomed with. Those bloody Slytherins, always ruining things, even though he technically is one himself.
Oh right, you're probably gasping in horror that I'm gay. Well, you won't be the only one. Mum freaked out, so did Percy and Ginny. Dad and the twins were okay with it, I suspect the twins are sharing Lee anyway to be honest. Well, that's my family. Though, they don't know about the form that I'm warm for, neither does he for that matter, and how COULD I tell them? They abhor the Malfoys.
Yes, that's right, Malfoy, as in Draco Malfoy. Bloody ponce, going and making everyone fall for him. Though I can't blame him for what I feel, no matter how much I want to, unless, that is, he gave me a love potion, but considering he's not lacking in the admirers department I highly doubt that.
Now, I guess you're wondering: how I, Ron Weasley, have come to sound so smart and have such a large and varied vocabulary? Well it's quite simple. Hermione, she helped me improve my vocabulary, but I don't let anyone know about that, and she graciously agreed to help keep it a secret.
Now I'm getting off topic. What was I saying?
Ah yes, that's right. I was sitting in the Great Hall, brooding, because I knew, and still know, that Draco Malfoy would never fall for me. How do I know this? He's currently dating my best friend. Harry James Potter.
A/N: Yes, I know it's short, but honestly, there wasn't much I could put. I'm not a huge Ron/Draco fan so it was hard to write this without it turning into complete shite.
By the way the difference between a journal and a diary is that a diary is for innermost personal thoughts and feelings while a journal is for impersonal observations.