September 14th Sunday
Chocolate Units 8 (better), Malfoy seductions none (v.g., even though I have failed to find him lately) Positive Thoughts in the negative
10:30am
For some odd reason, Ron is thoroughly engrossed in a book about maple leaves and their various uses in Divinity in the commons, which I find rather odd. Maybe it was a genuine excuse.
12:30pm
Ron just left for lunch. I should probably go soon, but I am somewhat reluctant. Has not written to me or anything. Somewhat depressed. I'm going to bolt down some food and head back to commons.
10:10pm
Managed to have dinner alone with Harry before Ron could make it to the Hall. Instead of caring about my needs, he just continued to rant on about Ginny. I moaned about Ron for a while, who throughout the day only managed to give me one of his eyebrow lifts. Harry just told me to be patient, but I don't think he should be talking. He's the one that can't keep his drawers on.
September 24th Wednesday
Ha! After ten days of acting all smart and alluring (not as thought that is difficult, of course), Ron came up to me during Potions and asked me for a date at Hogsmeade this Saturday afternoon.
The ten house points docked by Snape were definitely worth it.
September 27th Saturday
Chocolate Units 12 (couldn't help it, candy shop), Malfoy Seductions 0 (incredible, self-esteem through the roof)
At least he didn't pull out this time.
After a bit of shopping (with a little too much time spent in the Candy shop), Ron and I went to the Three Broomsticks for some dinner and a bit of Butterbeer.
Okay, a lot of Butterbeer.
We were back in Gryffindor tower early, the students not allowed in Hogsmeade all at dinner except for those who were asleep on their homework, drooling in front of the fireplace.
"Um…right. I'll go to bed now," I said awkwardly, making my way toward my staircase. I was about to turn away when he kissed me again, seeming a little desperate, and I was surprised that chunks of his red hair didn't come off in my hand.
The next second we were in his suite, falling upon each other like intense magical creatures. Creatures that would probably make Hagrid a bit uncomfortable.
"I don't know, Hermione, I think these robes are looking a little sick. They should lie down."
He started to undo the buttons on my robes. "Just some fun, okay?"
"You know," I blurted, exploding out of his grasp and to the door, fastening the buttons with fumbling hands. "This is just a bunch of crap. Yes…we'll see, Ron. Bye."
The face he made was brilliant. I've never seen him such a shade of red, so dark it rivaled his hair.
But bugger it all, anyway. Back in my dorms, I'm starting to regret things. I just hope I won't die stupid and alone, fed to Hagrid's blast-ended skrewts while Ginny and Harry continue with their shag-a-licious lives.
I hate the confusion of singleness.
I am so bloody lonely.
My thanks to: Loah, Black Tear, aPPle-FrrEAk (Hermione, though she may not say it out loud, has low self-esteem when it comes to her body. Doesn't every girl at one point feel fat :)?), Rosekeet, Stitch1 (about three :)), and the soul cage (now we'll just have to see, won't we?)...