I apologise in advance for the shortness (is that even a word?) of this chapter. I deemed the length to be appropriate to the content!
Ron
Hermione asked me out today.
Hermione. Asked. Me. Out.
I have absolutely no idea why.
I thought she fancied Harry.
Not me.
Nobody fancies me.
Not even Parvati Patil, and she went to the Yule Ball with me.
I said yes.
I'm a complete idiot.
She only did it to make Harry jealous.
She must have done.
Why me?
She probably thought I wouldn't mind.
Is she the only person this side of Antarctica who doesn't know I really, really fancy her.
This is a sick joke.
I hate you all.
Goodbye.
A/N - Ron will be back in chapter 9 when he's seen sense. He's in shock right now and having trouble with long sentences. I'm sure reviews (especially nice ones) will cure him.