The Hogwarts Diaries
October
By: Ronald Weasley
Friday October 1, Common Room
I'm only writing in this bloody thing because Hermione says that I should. She says that I hold my feelings in or something like that. She's nutters, I tell you. But because she spends her free time giving me kisses that make me want to do really stupid things (even stupider than usual), I'm going to listen to her. I will write in this here book thing. She says that she got Ginny and Harry one too. Apparently she thinks that everyone enjoys writing in their spare time. Honestly! Don't I do enough writing in classes and for homework? What kind of insane GIT would want to write in his bloody free time?
Saturday October 2, Common Room
I vowed yesterday that I would never open this thing again and write down my supposed "feelings". But I have a feeling right now that is much too strong. I need to have somewhere to get rid of it, right?
I am sitting in the common room, doing my homework with Hermione. (Okay, so I was really trying to get a whiff of her hair. It smells REALLY good. But according to Hermione, I was studying.) Suddenly I looked up, for no particular reason at all. Perhaps my eyes were burning from trying to read my notes from History of Magic. (Quite a possibility.) But the BLOODY POINT IS THAT I LOOKED UP AND SAW MY SISTER SITTING WITH POTTER!!!
Now. You may think that this is nothing new. You may think that I am overreacting. But because you are a bloody notebook with no bloody thoughts, I really don't give a care. Because, you see, she was not just sitting with Harry. No, no. They cannot just sit next to each other. They have to SIT next to each other. By SIT I mean that they are way too close. And not just are they close, but Ginny is now leaning over to get something off the table. And, from my own personal attempts, I am quite sure that Harry is trying to smell her hair.
What bloody right does he think he has? He shouldn't just go around smelling people's hair. Especially not Ginny's. Doesn't he realize how off-limits she is? Oh, but she's in on it too. I know. She's encouraging this bloody stupid behavior of his.
I need to leave now. My writing has become unintelligible because I'm so angry.
Monday October 4, Common Room
I think I love Hermione. I really do.
Tuesday October 5, Common Room
I'm s'posed to be doing my homework. I'm not. I'm too frustrated. It seems that while part of my life is going really well, the other part just sucks. I'll admit something that no one should ever know, especially Hermione: I've liked her since fourth year. I know, it's impossible to imagine. After all, we've fought at least two thirds of the time since then. What a great way to show that I like someone.
Anyway, the point of it is that I'm finally kinda sorta going out with her, y'know? I should be happy. Hell, I should be ecstatic! Leaping for joy! But I'm not. Would you like to know why, or have you already guessed?
That's right: Harry Potter. That is to say, when he's trying to take advantage of my sister. And when he's not talking to me for stupid reasons. The rest of the time he's all right. Hence my being friends with him. Er, that is, ex-friends.
I am really bad about making points, aren't I? I just hate the fact that I should be happy right now, but I'm not. I mean, is my being with Hermione in that way so grotesque that Harry has to stop being friends with me? I don't find it grotesque at all. Quite the opposite.
Wednesday October 6, In Bed
I'm not having a good day. And it's only 3:00 in the morning. Can you imagine what's going to happen next?
I woke up because I heard Harry thrashing. He's pretty good about keeping quiet, but when you're friends as long as we've been, you just sense things like this. I was going to wake him up like I always used to do, but I hesitated. While I was hesitating, Harry got up himself. I would not have found this so odd at all. He left the room. This was not odd either. Even though he doesn't think I do, I know that he paces the Common Room at night when he's distraught.
As you well know, I am extremely pissed off at Harry right now. Why wouldn't I be? He's not talking to me because of my relationship with Hermione and he's making moves on my little sister. But I thought that I should try and make a peace offering. I thought maybe I would go down there, we'd talk it out, and everything would be okay.
Boy, was I delusional.
You see, Harry was not actually having a nightmare. No, Harry was actually using that as a ploy to go downstairs. He probably knows that I know, and he didn't want me to be suspicious about his going downstairs. That's the only explanation.
Because, you see, I followed him. Stupid of me, I know. I waited a few minutes, arguing with myself over whether or not to actually go, until I finally went. By the time I was halfway down the stairs, I heard voices.
I'll bet you can guess whose voices they were. Harry's and Ginny's. That's right, folks. He's now meeting my sister in the middle of the night. Talking to Ginny didn't help, so I'm bloody well going to talk to Potter.
Thursday October 7, Copy of Note Written During History of Magic
Harry,
What were you doing up with my poor, vulnerable, beautiful, defenseless, BABY sister at all hours of the night?
-Ron
Ron-
I was shagging her senseless.
-Harry
YOU'D BETTER BLOODY WELL BE JOKING!!!
-Ron
I am. What's it to you anyway? You never pay attention to Ginny for six years. Then suddenly I befriend her and I'm not allowed to? You're insane.
-Harry
Excuse me? Befriend? I am nearly beside myself in ironic humor. You are not befriending Ginny, who by the way you may not refer to by first name; you are secretly plotting to steal her innocence and ruin a defenseless child.
-Ron
Whatever. Why don't you go obsess over something else, Ron? Hermione's looking bored. Go entertain her. You enjoy doing that so well these days.
-Harry
And then I couldn't get another word out of him! Who does he think he is?
Saturday October 9, Outside
Hermione dragged me to the lake because she thought it was a nice day outside. A nice day to do homework, that is. We just sat down, and she pulled out her Arithmacy book. I figured I'd give her a good ten or twenty minutes. Then I'm going to effectively distract her for the rest of the day. I can hardly wait.
Sunday October 10, Common Room
Hermione thinks I'm being an idiot. Can you imagine the nerve of her? I'm being an idiot for protecting Ginny? It's ridiculous! She says that my unnatural obsession with an imaginary conspiracy that Ginny and Harry are both a part of is unhealthy.
Honestly! Imaginary? I am not hallucinating.
Monday October 11, Common Room
They are all overreacting. And you know what the most ironic part is? They think I am overreacting. Ridiculous!
Today, after dinner, Hermione and I were doing our homework as usual. She's doing weird things to me. I did my Potions essay the day I was assigned it. I don't mean to say I don't love being around her all the time, but I sort of wish I had someone, not Harry, who could be my other best friend and make sure that I stayed me. Anyway, I looked up. Okay, fine, I was scanning the room to make sure Potter didn't have his hands on my sister. Is that so bad? I'm protecting her. She doesn't understand what types of things can go through a 17-year-old male's mind. Ugh. I hadn't thought of that. Harry had better not be thinking the same things about Ginny as I am about Hermione.
Well, for once Harry was alone. Perhaps Ginny went upstairs to go get his Invisibility Cloak so that they could go have it off somewhere. Bad mental image. Anyway, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to go talk to Harry as civilized adults. Which we almost are.
I went over to the chair he was sitting in and tried to be friendly. "Potions homework?"
Harry looked up, surprised. I suppose he's not used to me actually talking to him. "Er . . . No. Transfiguration."
"Oh," I said, "Hermione had to help me with that one."
"You've already got that done?" Harry asked.
"Yeah."
"Oh."
Then we both stared at each other. I felt like there was suddenly this big gap between us. "Er . . . About that note . . ."
"It's okay."
"What?" I was confused.
"What you said. I understand. You were overreacting," Harry said all innocently.
My eyes must have been bulging out of my head. "Excuse me? You think that I'm going to apologize for perfectly just conclusions?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Look--"
"No, Harry, you look!" I snapped, finally ready to yell it out. (Okay, I was ready before; I finally had a chance to yell it out.) "Why are you being such a prat? I mean, not talking to me is one thing; I can deal with that. But why are you now moving in on my sister when you now how I bloody feel about her and the opposite sex?"
"I'm not 'moving in on your sister'," Harry said, flat out lying. He stood up. "I would ask if you could understand that perhaps I just want to be friends, even if Ginny is a female, but your relationship with Hermione says enough."
Then he got up to leave. I was so not going to let him walk away again. It was starting to get on my nerves. So I jumped up and grabbed his arm, twisting him around. He may play Quidditch, but he's still scrawny. "Are you jealous?" I demanded.
Harry's eyes darkened. It was really creepy because I've never seen eyes that before. Then he said in a very calm, decided voice, "I'm not jealous. You can Hermione can shag each other senseless for all I bloody care."
I let him leave. Mainly I did this because Harry never uses the word bloody. Harry almost never lets himself feel anything, including anger, so it was a bit disconcerting.
To top off the lovely conversation, I turned around to see Hermione standing there. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were narrowed. I know she's really angry when she looks like this. She hissed, "Announce it to everyone, Ron!" Then threw her hands in the air and stomped up to her room.
I looked around and only a few people were staring, so I don't understand why she got so mad. And Harry definitely has no right to be mad at all. I'm the one who deserves to be mad. You just don't hit on other peoples' siblings. It's wrong. And I don't care what he says. I've seen the way he looks at Ginny sometimes; he definitely does not just want her as a friend, I'll tell you that.
Tuesday October 12, Common Room
This is really serious. Hermione isn't talking to me. And when she's not talking to me, that means she's not letting me do anything else to her either.
Wednesday October 13, Common Room
They can all keep to themselves. Hermione will come back to me soon. Harry's not speaking to her, and she hates everyone else in our year. I'm the only one she can find companionship with.
Thursday October 14, Common Room
Ginny and Harry just left for a Quidditch practice. Can you believe that? Well, I suppose you can. They do it every week. Does Ginny not realize that when someone asks you to Quidditch practice they are not looking for just friendship?
Friday October 15, Common Room
I'm currently trying to get Hermione to talk to me again. It must be working just a tad because she's allowing me to sit with her while doing homework.
Saturday October 16, In Bed - Early Morning
I got Hermione to talk to me again. Would you like to know how? By being my usual adorable self. I asked her to come down to the kitchens with me. I said we could get some butter beer and talk things over, you know? Only we didn't talk. We were halfway there when I grabbed her arm and pulled her into a closet. She didn't seem to mind it though; she didn't protest once. In fact, she was quite loud about encouraging me.
These are the things Harry had better not even think about doing with Ginny.
Sunday October 17, Common Room
It's quite weird for it to be Sunday and for me to have no homework to do. Usually I cram it all in in the last hours of the day. I can't say I'm complaining though; Hermione seems to have forgiven me. We were snogging in the Astronomy tower when she broke apart to tell me, "Ron, I don't want people knowing, all right? That way it will be easier to pretend nothing happened in the end."
I shut her up by kissing her again, because I don't like being interrupted, but I have myself worried. What did she mean by 'in the end'? Is she planning on ending this sometime soon? She'd better not be; I wouldn't be able to stand it.
Thursday October 21, Common Room
I'm almost beside myself. I've been driving myself crazy these past few days. Every time Hermione speaks, I just know she's about to break it off. I can't let her do that to me.
Friday October 22, Common Room
I'm really in agony here. The weirdest thing is that Hermione is acting like she said nothing. She's acting normal . . . Well, normal for Hermione, that is. I'm starting to wonder whether I should break it off first. Then maybe she'll realize she can't live without me. It's a long shot, but it might wake her up. I know I want to be with her in the long run, and that's hard for me to admit. I mean, I did spend most of my school days arguing with her. How can I want her so badly now?
On the bright side, this is distracting me from Harry and Ginny. Oh. Now I'm thinking about them again.
Saturday October 23, Common Room
This is exactly what happened give or take a few words:
I had already decided to break it off. I was trying to make myself feel numb about it. Besides, she deserves it. I'm not going to be made out to be the fool "in the end". I'll die trying not to, because I couldn't stand that. Especially with Hermione.
Hermione and I left once it got dark. We were going back to our favorite closet. We go there on weekends because the Astronomy Tower is always occupied. Besides, Hermione would hate to have someone walk in on us and discover that we're "exploring" with each other.
We were almost to our closet when we passed an empty classroom. Because I didn't want to break the news to her in a dark closed in space, I took her inside.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, nagging and resisting my hold on her hand.
I ignored her and dragged her inside. I'm stronger than she is. Hell, I'm stronger than anyone else in my year. Not that I'm bragging or anything.
When I finally let go, she shrugged and let it go. This was shocking; Hermione never lets anything go. Instead, she sort of slithered towards me. I can't deny that the way she was looking at me was starting to make me wonder whether I should follow through with breaking up with her. I mean, bloody hell, I am a seventeen-year-old guy! It doesn't matter though; I was stronger than that.
Hermione put her arms on my chest and leaned up to kiss me. I tilted my head at the last second so that she got my cheek. Then she pulled away and studied me. "What's wrong?" she asked, trying to sound nice. "You've been acting cold all day."
I shrugged.
"Is it Harry and Ginny again?" She sighed.
"No," I snapped. "Not that they aren't really in a conspiracy to drive me insane." I was starting to think they'd dragged Hermione into it too. I wouldn't put it past them.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Look, do you want to . . ." She blushed but tried to get over it. "Or not?"
I wanted to. I just wasn't going to. I gave her a mock-sad look. "Oh, yeah, about that . . ."
"What about this?" Her voice sounded odd. Must've figured out that I knew all about her and her little plan to break it off. Hey, she's the one who was going to break it off with me. She doesn't have any right to show emotion.
"I don't want to do this anymore," I said bluntly, carefully keeping my voice neutral.
Hermione blinked stupidly for a few seconds. My heart was pounding. I had finally done it! Only . . . I feel really miserable.
"Wh-why?" she stuttered, sounding confused. That's the first time in my life that I've ever seen Hermione confused.
"Because I'm getting bored. This is getting old."
Hermione's jaw dropped at that point. She was starting to look angry, and I was ready to have it out with her. I was angry with her more than she ever could be with me.
"That is the most rude thing I've ever heard!" she cried out, her voice getting shrill.
"I'm just trying to speak the truth here." I shrugged again. "Don't you feel it, Hermione? We were just doing a little experimenting, and now it's over. We both know it would eventually be over."
Hermione blinked again. Then she turned around abruptly. There was a long stretch of silence. Then she said, "Yes, I suppose you're right. I'm sorry I yelled at you." Then she left.
I'm trying to ignore the fact that I heard genuine hurt in her voice. It's probably just because she was the one who was made a fool of and not me. At least I pulled one over on her. This is one of the rare times I do that out of the chess board.
I'm fine. It's funny . . . I seriously thought that my world would end. Instead I felt . . . Nothing. Nothing felt pretty good.
Sunday October 24, Common Room
Maybe that was a really stupid thing to do, 'cause now I have no one. I'm bored stiff, and all of my homework for the next month is done. I have no one to sit with, no one to eat with, and no one to talk to.
Monday October 25, Common Room
I was wrong. I do have someone to sit with, someone to eat with, and someone to talk to: Neville. Okay, I know . . . It's Neville. But I'm desperate here. Hermione has stopped talking to me. I don't even think she's trying to be mean either, because she doesn't make a point to glare at me in the Common Room like she usually does.
Anyway. I happened to sit next to Neville at dinner yesterday, and we got to talking. Seriously, he's not that bad. I mean, I do kind of miss all those years with Harry and Hermione . . . But one has to improvise. Harry has betrayed me, and Hermione is . . . Mean. Yeah, there we go. Mean.
Tuesday October 26, Common Room
My life sucks. Neville sucks. I'm miserable.
Who saw this coming?
Wednesday October 27, Common Room
I've decided that my temporary heartbreak due to Hermione should interrupt my determination to protect Ginny. I write a letter to Fred and George. Now they know. And they'll be extremely mad, I know. We Weasley brothers have got to stick together. We have to protect the only one of us too vulnerable to protect herself. Not that we'd ever say that to her face or anything. That girl can pack a mean hex. She's top of her class in Charms.
Thursday October 28, Common Room
Halloween is coming up, so I thought I'd visit Hagrid's pumpkins. He loves growing huge ones every year; it's become a Hogwarts tradition.
The only thing that stopped me was that I walked in there to see Hermione sitting on his couch doing her homework. I wondered where she'd been going since she disappeared from the Common Room every night. Not that I was worried she had moved on to someone else. I never worry. Especially not about no good back stabbers like Hermione.
I think she might have said something to Hagrid, and he might just be mad at me. He didn't offer me any fudge. Not that I enjoy his fudge, but still. And he was giving me the evil eye when I was patting his pumpkins. (I wanted to make them feel loved and encourage them to grow. Hermione had left by that time.)
The pumpkins are nice. The weather is grand. I've been taking a lot of walks to try and rid myself of Neville. He's taken a sudden liking to me, and it's kinda scary. I mean, the guy's nice and all, but I don't want him hanging on my every move. I do admit that it's flattering.
Friday October 29, Common Room
I should be with Hermione tonight. We always made a point to go to our closet on Fridays. Instead I'm sitting in the Common Room with Neville. It's not the same, I tell you.
Friday October 30, Common Room
I did something utterly stupid today. I thought it would be brilliant to walk by "our" closet. Only when I got there, Hermione was also browsing. Then I thought I'd talk to her.
"Why do you keep ignoring me? Aren't you glad that we're not together anymore? Now maybe Harry and you can chummy up again." Okay, not the nicest thing to say, but it came from the heart.
Hermione glared at me. "What are you doing here, Ron?"
I shrugged very casually lest she figure me out. "I was taking a walk, trying to escape from Neville's grasps."
Hermione's eyes narrowed even further. "No wonder you're so bad at keeping friends." Then she had the nerve to leave. And she shoved me with her shoulder too!
How dare she accuse me of being a bad friend? She was the one who came to me with starting something new. She was the one who kissed me first. She started this all. She'd better not be blaming me!
Never mind. There's nothing to blame because who bloody cares? Not me. And from the looks of it, not her either.
Saturday October 31, Common Room
There was a ball tonight. I started to go, but I couldn't stand it. Hermione was dancing with . . . Of all people . . . Neville. Now I really dislike him. He is getting the cold shoulder from here on out. Not that I care that Hermione was dancing with him. She can dance with whomever she wants for all I care! She can date whomever she wants! She just doesn't have to rub it in my face. Which is exactly what she was doing.
I plan on giving her a piece of my mind as soon as I can. She'd better realize that there's no way we're getting back together so she has no reason to try and make me jealous. It just won't work.
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Author's Notes: I hope you liked this chapter. I was really surprised to see the feedback you guys gave me from the first chapter. I have a lot of fun writing these short little fics mainly because their just plain fun. And, yes, I was reading The Princess Diaries when I started this. Hence the title. Sorry about the long wait -- computer troubles. I shouldn't have any from here on out; I bought a brand new computer.
~Haley