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August 27

It was horrible! Absolute terror! Honestly for the love of Merlin I hate that Ginny Weasley! Do you know what she did? She's an evil, evil reincarnation of the twins! That's impossible though since the twins are not dead and reincarnation implies that they are… ugh I have to stop contradicting myself! Either way that girl is pure evil! She made me over and then afterwards I wiped off the make up and changed into pajamas. I suppose I didn't realize that Ginny would just put more make up and redress me with a wave of her wand while I slept so that she can prove to me that Ron thinks of me as a girl.

I woke up early, and went downstairs. Ginny was sleeping innocently in her bed (an angel on the outside but a devil in the inside!). Anyway the boys must have woken up earlier than me, which is quite a surprise but I suppose it was the smell of the food that aroused them awake. I entered the kitchen yawning loudly.

Harry: Morning Hermione (he didn't look up from the morning paper that he was reading with Professor Lupin).

Me: Good morning.

Mrs. Weasley: Here you are (she turns to hand me a plate and she sees me) oh Hermione!

Me: What is it?

Everyone else looks up. They were all silent and I started to wonder what was wrong with me? I swore that if it had anything to do with a black eye I'll strangle the twins. But the reaction I got was not laughter but extreme admiration. Most surprising on my part.

Fred: Woah, who's the babe?

George: Why I don't believe it, it happens to be our little Hermione!

Charlie: Not very little is she now?

Mrs. Weasley: (she smacks them on the back of their heads) You boys have no respect for women! I think you look lovely Hermione, but perhaps you should have waited until after breakfast to get dressed up.

Me: Dressed up? What are you talking about? I didn't even change out of my pajamas, let alone brush my hair.

Bill: You mean you just woke up like that?

Me: (me frowning) Woke up like what?

Professor Lupin: Would you like a mirror? (he conjures one up)

Me: (I grab the mirror) Oh my god.

You should have seen me! My face was lightly brushed so that I looked sun-kissed (Ginny's exact words the night before) and she outlined my eyes. I had pink lips and my hair fell in bouncy curls done up in a stylish hairdo. I had dropped the mirror right then. It shattered to pieces on the floor but I didn't give a damn. Immediately I looked down at myself, only to realize that I was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a low top. I clenched my fists and bolted back up the stairs. I glared at Ginny but I had better things to do and I changed out of the clothes and removed the make up. Then with one last glare I ran down the stairs again.

Harry: Morning again. (he smiles)

Me: Morning.

Mrs. Weasley: Don't tell me it was all Ginny's doing. (she hands me a plate)

Me: Yes in fact it was her doing.

George: I believe we taught our sister well. (he snickers with Fred)

Of course Ron didn't say anything the whole time! He was beet red and playing with his food half the time. Harry was much more supportive and acted like this happened everyday. But thank god for Ginny who came down with a silky white nightgown. It was to her knees and had lace on the neckline that skimmed the tops of her breast! She topped my incident and everyone seemed to forget it as they focused on Ginny. I swore Harry's jaw almost fell off… as well as everyone else's except maybe Mrs. Weasley who had bought it for her. All the Weasley males sent her back to her room shouting about decency. Mrs. Weasley gave all of them a whack with her spatula. Ginny hadn't changed but instead put on a light pink robe. She smiled at Harry before eating her breakfast. I think she was going over board… and I have to say, poor Harry. Ron glared at Harry all breakfast and I heard him telling Harry to tell Ginny to stop being a slut.

Even though I said that I won't talk to him again, until he apologizes but I had to say something. So I barged in and told Ron to stop degrading his sister and that she can choose to wear what ever she wants. I stomped out afterwards and the surprised look on Ron's face was priceless. Ginny came up and hugged me she exclaimed that no one could put Ron in his place like I can, not even his own mother. I laughed, but you think about it this has a deeper meaning. What I mean is, perhaps I affect him this way because he cares for me. Like how a big man can be brought to his knees by his wife. How people become vulnerable when faced with the ones they love. Maybe I'm reading too much into it but a girl can hope.

It's near midnight now and I can see the moon from the open window. Ginny insisted we open the window to let the cool night breeze in. It's chilly, but under the blankets it's warm and safe.

I feel as though I spent more of my time at the Burrow than at home. I wonder if mom or dad feel neglected from my life. It's weird… being so different from my own family, living in a totally different world. Magic is my life and to my parents it had been a mere dream in fairytales. This is where I belong now. I may indulge in muggle things every now and then but my heart is where the magic is. It runs through my blood, the old magic.

I remember when Professor Dumbledore had once told me of my great, great grandmother, who also happened to be a witch. He told me I must have gotten her magic… somehow managing to skip my great grandmother, grandmother and my own mother. He told me old magic runs through my veins and its old magic that has brought me here. Pure bloods hold their own old magic… their history is extensive in the magical community, for me though it has only been about a hundred years. All muggleborns start somewhere, whether from a distant relative or just random coincidence. After all, the first sign of magic was started by mere coincidence. All pure blood families started from muggleborns. I suppose then Draco Malfoy and his cronies can eat their words! I'm no mudblood because the same magic runs in both our bloods.

I learned today that magical weddings are quite different from muggle ones. You wouldn't have guessed that it was Fleur herself who has explained it to me. She's rather knowledgeable in just about anything. Anyways I'm going to write my findings here.

It starts off as muggle weddings do. The groom stands at the alter and waits for his bride. The bride's maids and groom's men come down the aisle and finally the bride and her father goes. But in the magical community there is no religion so there is no priest and no lengthy readings. Instead the couple read their vows and place the rings in each other's fingers. Then a complicated spell is done by a chosen witch or wizard to bind the two lovers together. The spell is so fascinating and it's ancient. The spell binding can not be reversed easily; it's like trying to split a soul into halves. I'm going to read more into it; apparently Mr. Weasley has some books in his office of magical wedding procedures.

Well that's not all Fleur did while she was here. She had brought in a designer with her and took my sizes. I was rather surprised to find that my sizes weren't far off from Ginny or Gabrielle's. In fact Ginny's bum size was a tad larger than mine. Fleur smiled so wide and exclaimed she'd have the most beautiful wedding. She said that she had picked out a soft blue for my dress. She brought a sample in for me and the color is gorgeous, it shimmers and is a color sure to impress. The bride's maid's thing isn't turning out as bad as I thought. I think I'll jinx it if I say that… but I can't help but feel excited to dress up and walk down the aisle even if it's going to be with Fred. Come to think of it, it'll be splendid.

When I told Ginny about how Fred was handsome she looked at me funny before bursting into laughter. She told me I didn't have to say those things to try and convince her that I didn't love Ron. I glared at her and said I was doing no such thing. After all I already admitted it, reluctantly… but I did realize I had stronger feelings towards Ron than what I had thought at first. I didn't actually say it aloud so she thinks I'm still in denial.

Ignoring Ron is turning out to be a feat. It's so difficult when the only thing I want to do is spend time with him. He doesn't seem fazed at all, playing quidditch with his brothers and playing chess with Ginny. In fact he looks happier than he had been when with me! Ginny had told me otherwise.

I'm starting to suspect that other people in the household are noticing how little Ron and I are spending time together and I'm afraid someone will mention it. Ginny already knows and assured me Ron won't ever think of me as anything but a girl. I'm not convinced though because he had never been nervous around me like he always is around other girls. He can't consider me a girl as long as I'm his mate. Ginny keeps saying don't you remember today at breakfast? I have to say is reaction along with the other members of the household was shocking but that wasn't me. It was a made over me and if I have to be made over all the time to gain recognition as a girl then no thank you!

I've been getting into the habit of staring at Ron. I hadn't noticed until today when Ginny elbowed me hard and told me to stop it. (I'll add in a little skit to replay what happened)

Me: (me glaring at Ginny when she elbowed me) What?

Ginny: You were staring. (she shrugs)

Me: Staring? What in Merlin's name- (gasp) you mean at him! (I point at Ron then shake my head) NO! No? No.

Ginny: (she rolls her eyes) You guys are so clueless, I mean come on you were practically drooling on the spot! I can't believe he didn't notice! Sheesh Hermione you have some obsession!

Me: Oh that's rich coming from you Ginny who's had quite an obsession over one of my best mates, and is still pinning after him!

Ginny: At least he's something to go after unlike a pathetic excuse like my brother!

Me: He's perfectly fine!

Ginny: Then why in the world are you not talking to him when he's 'perfectly fine'?

Me: We've had a spat that's all! (I cross my arms)

Ginny: You mean you're holding a grudge; he doesn't have a clue why you're mad at him!

Me: He'll just have to figure it out.

Ginny: Trust me he's tried, he's already asked me a million times what was wrong with you or if he had done something wrong.

Me: Well obviously he's done something wrong! Why else would I not talk to him?

Ginny: Don't tell me, tell him!

Me: Why should I? He should apologize first!

Ginny: How can he apologize when he has no idea what he's done wrong?

Me: Well if he knows he's done something wrong he should just say sorry!

Ginny: (sigh) This is getting no where. I just want Ron off my back; can you just talk to him?

Me: No, he doesn't deserve my mercy. Not after what he said.

Ginny: It probably just slipped out. You know he says things without thinking.

Me: That means he probably doesn't think I'm a girl! (I stand up) I had enough of him being so stupid! Just leave me alone! (run upstairs)

I admit it; it was emotional of me to just leave like that when Ginny was only trying to help. But first of all I was embarrassed that she caught me staring at her brother. Honestly I can't help it because he has the most gorgeous hair I've ever seen! I've always wondered how it was so golden looking sometimes and other times it was so radiantly red. Of course Ron was playing quidditch and since he's confidence improved he was looking rather dashing zipping through the sky on his broom. You have to say that he's quite eye catching. Especially when he's done playing and comes in the house all sweaty but energized with that blazing look in his eyes. You just can't help but sigh. Oh no, don't tell me I just went off about Ron. This is getting more personal… not to mention embarrassing.

Anyways back to the conversation with Ginny. So it turns out that Ron has noticed that I haven't been talking to him at all lately. I hope it teaches him a lesson about commenting on my feminism. At least Harry has some sense to respect people's feelings instead of blurting things out!

Oh I shouldn't compare them, Ron already feels shadowed by Harry. If only he'd see all the good things that I see in him. Honestly Ron shouldn't be worried at all about being less than Harry. But that's besides the point, it's not like he's ever going to listen to me, he's a git and whatever I say goes through one ear and comes out the other.

I pondered over talking to Ron again. I suppose you could say I was being rather mean by just cutting him off. He doesn't know what he's done, though he ought to know. But you know what? I've waited out this long for him to say sorry, so I'm going keep going until he finally gets it through to his head.

Hopefully it'll be soon because it's boring without Ron. Ginny is fine company but she can never offer the same amusement Ron can. They have different humor and thoughts and I like a balance of both.

I'm so emotional lately and have been changing mood to mood as quickly as the Weasley men eat their food. Ginny asked me if it was my time of the month. I told her no not yet. I don't know what's wrong with me, it'd been happening ever since the beginning of the summer. Maybe I've changed my life style and that's making me act differently. Let's think what have I taken out?

Books? No.

Food? No.

Sleep? Not quite.

Homework? No, I give myself homework.

I can't think of anything else. Maybe it's just a phase and it'll be over soon. Or I'm just recovering over Professor Dumbledore's death. Perhaps I'm just paranoid over the whole Voldemort thing. I don't know what's wrong! It's frustrating and I have nothing to vent my anger on! That's it! My anger! I haven't vented out, except in writing! Usually I do my anger venting at Ron when we argue because not only is it easy and sort of refreshing but it also helps keep my mind in check. Some times it gets out of hand, when we're talking about Lavender or Victor and quidditch or responsibility. But most of the time it's more like a debate on our opinions that helps us relieve stress.

Wait.

Does this mean I need Ron? That I need to talk to him? If I don't I might drive everyone crazy with my stupid mood swings? Oh Lord… why me?

If I don't talk to Ron soon I'll probably just burst out of anger and stress! Now I really need to make Ron apologize! How though? Do I subtly engage conversation? Ugh but then I have to take the first step! I don't want to do that and look desperate in front of him when I started the whole don't-talk-to-Ron thing! This is horrible! Each day I find something about Ron that is essential to my life! I'm becoming too dependant on him.

If Ginny read this book she'd probably die of laughing, I think she enjoys my torture. But gosh what am I going to do about Ron? I have to make him apologize, and soon before I go crazy! Ugh that prat he never just says sorry does he? He has to make it into a big deal! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him! Okay that's a lie but I am angry at him!

I need to create a clever plan to get him to say sorry. Maybe I'll casually bump into him and just walk away and then he'll stop me... it'll be like in a movie!

Me and Ron bump into each other.

Me: (looks away and walks past him) hmph!

Ron: Wait Hermione! (grabs my wrist)

Me: (turn my head) what?

Ron: I- I'm so sorry for saying you weren't a girl because you are and I love you!

Me: Oh Ron I love you too!

Ron: (holds me against his muscular chest!)

Okay maybe I went a little out of hand with my imagination. I mean Ron would never say I love you. I doubt he even does… why do I have to have an unrequited love? When did I get so corny and act like a cheesy heroine in a romance novel? I've been reading way too many romantic novels in the summer, which by the way I brought to the Burrow. I mean just for a little light reading. I read it very little though, every time I pick one up to read Ron' words repeat over and over again in my head. Then I get so sick of it. I can't even read! He is really putting a cramp in my style! I swear if this isn't over by this week I'm going murder someone!

A/N: Sorry for a late update… I was sick for some time and I had to do exams! anyways I'm back and I will be updating sooner… hopefully but that is uncertain as of yet. The chapter isn't one of my finest work and I think it's a little bleh but I hope it's not too bad and that you'll like it. A little Hermione smartness coming up in the middle about weddings and old magic blood.

CoNnY-B – don't we all intend to write a 'journal' and end up writing a diary? lol anyways thanks so much for the review and I'm glad my stupid 'dialogues' inbetween don't sound weird!

xxkarinexx – sorry I didn't update in ages… turns out I wrote the whole thing but I just forgot to post it… I want to portray the characters well but I don't know

rheartsu – well yeah she can't be in denial the whole time… come on we already have Ron in denial so we need at least one person who'd smart enough to realize it!

Luna Forest – that's true you can be any body… but the thing is are the other people Hermione described like they are really them in character? For example Ginny?

snoopysmile – yeah 'my weddings' lol I've only been to a few weddings in my life but I watch far too many movies… I guess I get my inspiration from there. Anyways I didn't want to let Ron walk her down the aisle it's way too coincidental I want it to be Fred because I love that guy! He's like one of my favorite characters and he comes far too few times in the book in my opinion. Yes maybe we'll see a jealous Ron…

InkGothical – well Ginny is kinda off but I manipulate her to my will. I hope you liked this one and I don't know about the epilogue still running short on ideas…

ProtegoNox – well I didn't update soon but I hope you like it anyways!