The Bookworm Diaries

A/N. Sorry, sorry, SORRY I haven't updated for ages. But I have written a songfic called 'Could It Be Any Harder' and have started a songfic by Bowling for Soup in the mean time though. I have also had...wait for it...real life (yes people, the sad truth is that I DO have a life outside fanfics) to contend with as well. So, excuses over and done with, here's the next chapter, which by the way, probably won't be too happy because I am anti-Valentines day!:}

Chapter Seven (yes Jo, Chapter Seven, it is finally here): The Best Approach

14th February, Girls Dormitories, 1 hour before the Valentines Ball.

Look at me! Just look at me! I'm shaking so hard I don't even know how my writing is legible. And, to top it off, I don't even know why I'm shaking. I wasn't even this nervous at the last Ball, and then I was going with an internationally famous Quidditch player! Why am I so nervous about going with Gilbert? I'm not, that's the thing, but, if I'm not nervous about going with Gilbert what am I nervous about?

There I go again, lying to my diary! I really must get out of this habit. I know perfectly well why I'm nervous, it's admitting it that's the problem. I hate these thoughts going through my head, they're not right, they're not the thoughts Hermione Granger, prefect of Gryffindor house, should be thinking. But I am thinking them.

I'm nervous because I want to show Ron I'm good enough for him. I want him to regret replacing me. I want him to get down on his knees and beg me to reconsider. I want Amanda to look nothing compared to me. I want Ron to notice me.

There, isn't that awful? But it's what I'm thinking. Now, as far as I can see, I have one of two choices. I could go out there, banish these thoughts to a long-forgotten part of my mind and have fun or I could act on these thoughts, saunter out there and dazzle the world with my beauty, and, by doing so, loose all respect by those who see me as a frump role-model. Which to choose?

14th February, Girls Dormitory, Midnight.

So I chose the latter? Is that really so wrong? Was it wrong to want someone, to change for just one night? Was it wrong to be someone I'm not?

All right, so I know the answer.

15th February, 3am

Can't sleep. I feel awful. I cannot believe I did that, who did I become last night? What did I become? A jealous hormonal cow, that's what. I suppose I'd better bite the bullet and spit out exactly my deeds of last night.

It seemed to be going well at the beginning, as tragedies do, I mean, look at Romeo and Juliet, one minute all smiles then WHAM, there as dead as the occupants of Elsinore. As you can see I'm delaying information with Shakespeare, as I so often do. Right, so I walked down the stairs to the Common Room, nearly falling but just managing to keep upright, when I see Ron. Now Ron's facing the other way but, as soon as I see him, I forget about my precariously high shoes and begin to walk a little faster down the stairs and...do I really need to continue? Any cliche expert will be able to see what happened next. Well, my perfectly groomed body hitting the floor with a noise like a small hippopotamus dancing is going to get anyone's attention, so naturally, Ron turns round to see me on the floor, my dress robes over my head, in a very embarrassing position. (A/N. Something along these lines happened to a friend of mine at school and I have written it in my 'Favourite School Moment' for the year book for all the world do see. Oh yes)

I could see he was trying not to laugh as various members of my house helped me up, Harry being one of them. It rather hurt me to see Ginny also trying to keep a straight face.

After saying 'thank you' to those kind souls who helped me get untangled, I walked out of the Common Room with as much dignity as I could (which, I might add, wasn't much, seeing as half of Gryffindor house had just seen my underwear.) As the portrait hole slammed shut on me I could hear guffaws emitting from the Common Room, one's in which I knew Ron would be participating.

It was going to be a long night.

A/N. It's OK, I won't take another year to get out the next part, I'll go right now and started writing. I have actually forgotten about what's been going on in this story today, I've just had to skim all the past chapters to see if I've already mentioned who Harry's going with. I haven't, I don't think, so that'll have to be revealed next chapter (but people who know me will know who it WON'T be.)

Disclaimer: JK owns everything. Sad isn't it? Oooooh, just remembered, have to finish this by June 21st!