Prologue
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Dear Diary,
For a long while now I have been fancying her. She is so beautiful when she flies through the air on her broom. I have never realized that Quidditch was such a graceful sport, but it is when she plays it. Other times it is the most violent sport in the world. Especially when you play with Fred and George Weasley. I wonder if she's going to play professional when she leaves this place.
Soon they will all be leaving. They have all taken their NEWTs, and are only waiting for the results. Fred and George are planning the final pranks; I can see it in their eyes. My ears hope they get a decent number of NEWTS. If they don't, living at home this summer will be unbearable.
I can't stand to think that she's going away soon. How was this possible? Why couldn't she have been in our year instead? Why couldn't she have noticed me at least? The most I ever get from her sometimes is "Hi Ron." Well at least it shows that she knows my name. That's something isn't it?
But I want something more. I want to keep in touch with her. I want her to be my friend as well as Fred and George's. I want her to be more than a friend, but for now I am happy with being just friends with her. I want what Harry is having with Hermione, what Draco, that twerp, is having with my sister, I want what Fred is having with Angelina and what George is having with Alicia. Unfortunately it seems like every one, but me is happily involved with someone else.
At first I was kind of pissed off at the fact that Draco Malfoy decided to date my sister, or rather Ginny decided to date him. For that was the way it was. Ginny decided that she was tired of dating Colin Creevy and wanted to be a rebel without a real cause. She seduced Malfoy.
I really don't want to know the details, but it seemed like Ginny was just going to love him and leave him. Malfoy did so not want that. After Ginny told me that I found Malfoy to be a guy just after my very own heart. A boy that wants those kinds of ties won't treat my sister badly. That made my day better and I didn't make as many threats as I would normally have done.
Now they act all lovey dovey… Sometimes I want to throw up in their presence, other times I wonder why I can't have it with her. What is wrong with me? I know that being the brother of Fred and George Weasley isn't usually the best recommendation I can get, but with her it shouldn't matter, she's their friend.
Katie, Katie Bell. Even her name is lovely. Sounds like the title of a love song. Why am I this mushy, I am a boy, I shouldn't be this way? I have got her under my skin, that's the reason… Maybe she has bewitched me? Put me under her spell? Well, I could only hope…
I have to go to bed,
Ron.