On My Two Best Friends – Hermione Granger

[Intro – One must always begin an essay with an intro, even an informal essay such as this]

My two best friends are boys, Ronald Bilius Weasley and Harry James Potter. We became friends back in first year, after knocking out a mountain troll together. We've been through a lot, Harry, Ron and me. So I'm writing this to clear my head. And I suppose as a diary of sorts. But I didn't know how to set about writing a diary, with the whole 'Dear So-and-So' and a date. The only thing I'm good at writing is essays.

[Para 1 – Harry]

If you don't know who Harry Potter is, please go and read some books. I recommend 'The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts'. Harry Potter is the most famous 16-year-old in the school. Possibly the world. The Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One. Well at least, that's this year. Last year he was 'Dangerous Lunatic.' Whispers follow him down corridors like wasps, and though he pretends not to notice, I know it bothers him. Oh yeah, and he's an orphan. He's faced down Voldemort more times than I care to count. He's brave, loyal, selfless. But he's also angry and moody and sad a lot of the time. Not that I blame him at all. That's what friends are for. Sometimes I mother him, and he's a big brother in return. And I know he loves me and Ron and everyone else who's ever been nice to him. He doesn't have a family, so Ron and I are his family. He's open alright, but there are some things I don't think he even likes telling himself. And sometimes that expression passes across his face, the blank, guarded one that he wears whenever anyone mentions certain things, like his Godfather. And I remember that he was once so unloved. But don't get me wrong, I do love him to bits. He's always so kind.

[Para 2 – Ron.]

But not like I love Ron. Ron Weasley, loyal, annoying, funny, stubborn. Who can make me laugh or cry like no one else can. Who holds on to Harry when Harry is feeling low. Who is the only one who understands what I go through every time Harry walks through the fire into a maze. Who can be so infuriating I want to shake him hard. He's ignored me and laughed at me. Whenever he's got a problem, he has to argue his point, straight out in a shouting match. He's never afraid to stand up to me. But he would also stand in front of Harry and me on a broken leg. And curse Malfoy with a broken wand for calling me names. And he makes us laugh so much. Ron is my torch in the darkness, with flaming red hair and those trusting blue eyes, he's more than just a friend. But will he ever notice? Sometimes I think… he makes hints…but never comes through. Well…maybe in time.

[Conclusion.]

I suppose we're the golden trio. The ones who fight the bad guys and win. But sometimes I imagine us on the steps of a pyramid. Harry has to always take the last step alone. So Ron and I are on the step just below it. And it's quite a small step, so we have to cuddle up close. I like being on that step, close to Ron, not ever quite alone. Don't leave me.

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