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Hullo there. Me again. It's been a pretty boring day..except for the dear Television installed in my room. Today, I saw a thing that happened in Ron's room and I didn't call the twins because this was too personal and sensitive. I had seen Hermione go to Ron's room, therefore interested because usually, she never went there expect if someone was there, so I switched on the Television and I saw her go and sit at Ron's desk and she pulled out a piece of parchment and started writing something on it..I, the curious little cat that I am, clicked on the magnified and closer version of the parchment and what she had written was something roughly like this:

Dear Ron,

I can't tell you how much I love you because words aren't sufficient but you needn't be worried about Victor and me .there simply isn't anything between us..he sent me post today telling me in extremely crude words that he thought that I was "too little" for him and now, his heart had become more "mature" and he was having connections with a girl named Gloria about 5 years elder to him. You know what Ron? I wanted to rush and hug you that time but you always seem so uncomfortable in my presence that you'd think I was what your mother defines as a "scarlet" woman. I know you care for me as a friend ..but how I wish your feelings were a bit more.I may always seem to you as a bushy headed , buck teethed ,know-it-all but.I'm too scared to express my feelings.my mother always didn't approve of Victor or anyone.she said love was too "puppyish" till the age of 27..but I'll love you, Ron, I'll be waiting for you.. With all my love, Eternally yours, Hermione.

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She burnt the letter after she read it herself and just sat there, crying. I really felt like rushing up to Hermione and telling her how much she meant to my brother..more than just a best friend..but thought the better of it.she would hate to know that her privacy had been abused. I'm going to ask Fred and George to take down that Video-Camera thing.it's most unsuitable. Ron is downstairs already pestering mum with the menu of day after tomorrow..the day Harry Potter comes.bloody hell. Love, Ginny.