The Bookworm Diaries

A/N. Hehehe, I said I wouldn't write anymore but I lied. That's because people have told me to write more (or they might not have, I could have imagined it) and, well, I want to! And, wow, I've found a theme for this fic! Other than Hermione droning on and on about how much she likes Ron but he doesn't like her back (though, obviously, he does.) And I finished off 'Mashed Potato.' What a good little girl I am!

Chapter Two: Panic Stations!

4th January, Gryffindor Common Room.

Ron did get it finished in time. And I only had to help him a bit. It always surprises me though, when he comes up trumps.

People always say I'm smart but I'm not, not really, I'm book smart, not naturally clever. Ron and Harry do half the work I do yet their grades are passable, where as I know if I worked like they did, my work wouldn't be nearly as good as theirs. I guess you could say I'm jealous. I don't like working, whatever people say, I do it because I have to. I do it because I want to show people that even though I am from Muggle heritage I can do anything pure-blooded wizards can. Sometimes I wish I were blonde, that could be another battle won.

Back to my problem. I can't talk to anyone about it. I mean, Ron and Harry are my best friends and everything but if I told Harry he'd tell Ron and if I told Ron...I'd be telling Ron, which would completely defeat the object of me going to someone to ask for help on how I could tell Ron. I can see it now;

'Hi Ron, look I've got a problem. Could you help me?'

'Sure, what is it?'

'Well, you see, I've liked you as more than a friend for some time now but I have no clue how to tell you without feeling stupid...'

'Hmmm, I see your problem...'

Well, at least thinking up that little scenario cheered me up.

I also though of writing to 'Martha's Magical Problem Solver.' She has a column in Witch Weekly but I wouldn't know what to write. Would it be along the lines of:

Dear Martha,

I currently attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I've been friends with this boy for quite some time but now my feelings have grown beyond those that are right for a friend. I want to tell him but I don't think he feels the same way about me. Besides, he's not really the sort of person you could go to with a serious problem like that. He's cute, smart, funny but not serious.

What should I do?

Yours Sincerely

S. Tudent

Because that's not going to be read out in the Great Hall when somebody gets hold of a copy. And they won't set out looking until they've found the one responsible for writing it a.k.a. me, and hound that person until they are too embarrassed to come out from under the cover's ever again! Of course not. Besides that letter did tail off towards bubblegum towards and end and writing a letter to that shallow, feminist magazine is getting towards the obsessional side of desperate.

4th January, Transfiguration

I know, I know, why am I writing in my diary in the middle of Transfiguration? I decided to carry my diary around with me in lessons so if any thing exciting did happen I could record it straight away. And I have finished my work. I heard Ron comment to Harry a minute ago that I was 'probably doing extra work, you know what she's like' so I doubt they'll be bothering me.

I caught myself staring at him today. I'm glad I was the one that caught me or it could be rather embarrassing. I know I like Ron but no one else does, if you catch my drift.

I can't help but appreciate every little thing about him. His hair, his freckles, his laugh... I can't believe I might have to leave all that behind when I finish school. I can't imagine not seeing him everyday. What if the line of work we take drags us to opposite ends of the earth? I might never see him again. I might never tell him how I feel.

Oh, goodness, there was something important I had to write down which is the very reason I got my diary out in the first place...

IT HAS JUST BEEN ANNOUNCED THAT THERE IS TO BE A VALENTINE'S BALL!

Oh God, what am I to do? I'll admit, the last ball was fun, Viktor was so nice and I actually enjoyed being the centre of attention and getting jealous stares from other girls. But I'd have rather been my plain self and with Ron. I wanted him to ask me. I wanted him to ask me so badly that I almost said 'yes' when he resigned to having me as his last resort. Obviously I wasn't good enough to be his first choice. Luckily, I had more pride in my heart than feelings for him so I said no. It was the right thing to do.

Should I ask him? No, I can't, he wouldn't want me. It was only yesterday I saw him turn his head as one of the prettier Hufflepuff's walked by. He's shallow but, then again, is there a guy who isn't? (A/N. Sorry guys, I'm talking from experience)

5th January, Girls Dormitory

How long do I have until the ball? When is Valentine's day anyway? Somewhere around the 14th February. Argh! I've already overheard Harry and Ron discussing whom they're going to go with. Harry's going to ask Parvati Patil again (don't know why, he hardly paid her any attention at the last ball) and Ron was talking about asking a girl from Hufflepuff he'd got to know from Herbology, Amanda Griphorn. Could this have been the girl he was staring at the other day? If so, I have no chance. She has long blonde hair and she's extremely pretty. I don't mean to sound snobbish but I've always perceived her to be a bit of an airhead.

I shouldn't be feeling things like this for Ron. They're not right. Ron will never reciprocate my feelings.

I just wish someone would tell my heart that.

A/N. So there you have it. Oh, and before you moan at me that, by rights seeing as I am a R/H fan, I should have got Harry to ask...dun dun dun...Ginny to the ball. I haven't because I don't like her. So he's asking Parvati because she was the first person I could think of.

Disclaimer: JK and Warner Bros. (this time in two weeks I'd have seen CoS!!!!!!!!!!!) own Harry Potter and I think I own Amanda Griphorn but if you do, and it was lodged in my brain from reading your fic, I will change it!