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A/N: This chapter was extremely difficult to write. Sarah had to write it completely by herself, since Sophia is moving right now. Hope you don't see a major drop in quality or anything! Okay now, many thanks to Pullmanlover (We like Oblivious!Ron too!), Miss Piratess (No, we couldn't resist), luvmenot (thank you!), Squidward (Well, not yet...), Charles Weatherby (You're the best, Laur!), Sailor-Helios (You guessed right!), Portmanroxsmysoxs (Thanks!), Poky (Welcome aboard!), Mexflower3 (We're flattered!), Artemisgirl (Conniptions? Oy...), KitKat001 (Yes, we're evil!), Pline (Well, you'll see how it turns out...), NC Psychick (Thanks! And YES! We love evil cliffies!), PepperStepper16 (Thanks for checking out our other story!), Yellow Brick Road (luv ya, Alex!), and to The Ever Loveable Snuffles (Thanks, fellow fangirl!). And an extra special thanks to those who reviewed our other fic! We love you guys! Okay, on with the FINAL CHAPTER (drum roll)...
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Diary of Hermione Granger: "Smart, Yet Amazingly Oblivious"
December 16th
Dear Diary,
You know, despite being a "know-it-all", I seem to be quite depressing oblivious towards things that are
right in front of my face. Last night, I made a big mistake, and very nearly lost someone who could be the
love of my life. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself, so let me tell you what happened in excruciating
detail so that you can laugh at my idiocy. Sigh.
Where to begin? I guess I should start at the part where Ron and I were having the fight. God, I don't
even know why we were fighting in the first place, it seems to be a natural reflex around Ron, you know?
And then we were shouting, my anger was rising by the second, and then...he said that he loved me. Or
shouted it, really. Honestly, Ron can never be romantic about anything. But then he...he kissed me. And I
honestly had no idea what to do. I should have melted in his arms right then and there, but my anger was
still swirling inside of me, combined with frustration, and confusion, and shock, and happiness and...I
couldn't handle all those feelings! And then there was this...pulsating mass of people all around us,
shouting things like, "Way to score, Ron!" and "I knew that you were going to get together all along!" and
worst of all, "How could you both be so stupid?" I mean, how dare they think that I'm stupid? How could I
be unaware of something of this magnitude? It was against everything I stand for! I grew more and more
disoriented, and then...I snapped. I looked at Ron, who was standing there with this smirk on his face (which
I know realize was just a bemused smile, poor Ron), and then...I slapped him. I actually slapped him! The
sound just seemed to echo across the room, and then...I ran away. I ran towards my dorm as fast as I could,
where I could be away from the noise and the confusion and the unfamiliar feelings. "I'm Hermione
Granger!" I kept repeating to myself, "I'd know if I was in love with Ron! I can't be in love, I simply can't!" I
flung myself onto my bed and cried in great gulping sobs that shook the room. I wish I could cry elegantly.
I stayed there for what seemed like ages, letting all my frustrations pour out of me. There seemed to be a
great deal of noise coming from the common room, as though several people were shouting at once. I cast a
Silencing Charm around my bed. After some time, I felt a warm weight sink down next to me, and a smooth
hand upon my shoulder. I looked up. Ginny was sitting there, an oddly pitying expression evident on her
face. "The place is in an uproar," she said quietly, "Ron's in his dorm. Harry says he won't talk to anyone.
Will you go see him?"
I scanned her features. The girl practically radiated sincerity. But no, I simply could not face reality. I
shook my head and buried myself under the covers so that I wouldn't have to see the expression on her face.
It was a long time before I finally felt her leave.
Then, I felt a strange stinging pain in my heart, thinking about how Ron must be feeling. "But it's not
true!" I told myself angrily. "How could I be love with Ron? I'm in love with Viktor!" 'But you haven't seen
Viktor for years.' a treacherous inner voice reminded me, 'and the few letters you exchange are the letters
exchanged by pen pals, not lovers.' I considered this information for a few minutes. "But Luna! Doesn't Ron
fancy her?" 'He merely considers her a friend,' the voice replied implacably, 'it's always you whom he gazes
at.' Floored by this new insight, I finally managed to weakly state, "But we argue all the time!" 'Harry
always did say that you argued like an old married couple' the voice replied, with a hint of amusement.
Yes, there I was, having arguments with myself like a loon.
But I was finally convinced. "Oh my God, what have I done?" I whispered to the empty room, cursing
myself for my ill-considered acts. Then, the old Granger stubbornness kicked in. "I got myself into this mess,
and I'll get myself out of it!" I resolved, "Operation Cupid is coming back...for myself."
With that, I leaped out of my bed and ran into the common room. I sprinted towards the staircase
leading to the boys' dorms, pushing people out of my way without a thought. I ran up the steps, taking two
at a time...only to hear a loud siren going off. With that, the stairs abruptly turned into a slide, and I slid
speedily down the stairs, landing in an ungraceful heap on the floor. Apparently Dumbledore has now
installed alarms in the boys' dorms as well. Barmy old git.
With great dignity, I picked myself up of the ground, ignoring the muffled snickers erupting around me.
Then, in an extremely dignified manner, I grabbed the collar of the nearest first year and demanded that he
fetch Ron for me. He squeaked in a terrified manner, and ran to do my bidding. He came back a few moments
later, and cringingly informed me that Ron was not there. I fled to my room for the second time that evening.
I had to do some serious planning.
Some time later, I emerged from the dorms with a plan: I would search every corner of the castle for Ron,
and when I found him, I would corner him and declare my love for him. Okay, so it wasn't a very good plan.
But hey, I was under duress!
As I speedily exited the common room, I began my search for Ron. Believe me, I searched everywhere!
In the Kitchens, in the Great Hall, in the library (though goodness knows why he would be there), in all the
empty classrooms, on the Quidditch Pitch...hell, I even searched the boys' locker rooms! The Hufflepuffs
weren't too happy about that...And no one seemed to want to help me! They simply turned their backs on
my pleas for help, and muttered something about being "a bitch for treating Ron like that." I didn't even
realize that the news had spread that fast!
In a last ditch effort to locate him; I stormed into the Prefect's Bathroom to see if Ron had hidden himself
in there. Well...I can say that Ron wasn't there. And that the occupants of the bathroom were hit with quite a
few good hexes. Serves Malfoy right for being a bloody pervert!
Finally, I had the bright idea of asking Harry if I could use his Marauder's Map. After some quick
searching, I located Harry in the common room, snogging Ginny. Don't those two ever stop? I'm sure that
Harry will not forgive my actions for quite some time. I stalked up to the happy couple, and literally pulled
their lips apart. I then slammed Harry up against the wall and demanded that he give me his map. Well, my
frustration was immense at the moment, and I had no time for politeness at the time! I believe that I must
have been quite intimidating, for Harry squeaked in a terrified manner and handed me the map, no questions
asked. I quickly scanned the map, and found...nothing. There wasn't a blob labeled Ron Weasley anywhere
in Hogwarts!
I panicked for a moment, convinced that Ron had slit his wrists in sorrow, until I remembered that
Professor Contreras, our new DADA teacher, had recently taught us how to cast Untraceable Spells...on
ourselves. "Thank God he's alive!" I cried, and then I remembered that I still had no way of getting to him.
"Damn!"
A few hours later, I had finally come up with a last, desperate plan, in the faint hope that I might finally
get his attention. I wrote a letter, pouring my soul and emotions into it, finally adding an, "I love you" at the
end. I looked at my work in satisfaction for a moment, then kissed it and headed for the Owlery. I found Pig,
and gave him strict instructions to take it to Ron at breakfast. I then went to my room and fell into a restless
slumber.
At breakfast, I sat down at the Gryffindor table, ignoring the dirty looks and muttering that greeted my
arrival. To my immense relief, I saw that Ron had not skipped breakfast, and was instead shoveling down
scrambled eggs as though his life depended on it. Trust Ron to never miss a meal, even when his heart was
broken. Soon the sound of fluttering wings filled the air, and owls swooped into the Hall towards students. I
soon caught sight of Pig, excitedly winging his way towards Ron. Hooting madly, Pig dropped the letter in
front of Ron, stole some of his toast, and fluttered away. Ron cautiously picked up the letter and opened it. It
was a Howler. Well, it would get his attention!
And it certainly did, all right. In fact, I believe that it got the attention of the entire school. As soon as
he opened the flap, my magically magnified voice filled the Hall. "Ron Weasley" it shrieked, "How DARE you
try to hide from me all this time! How DARE you make me search for you all over the castle?" Well, I didn't
say that I was only feeling loving emotions at the time! It continued, "It was all YOUR FAULT that I had to
witness Malfoy's perverted little activities!" Malfoy sunk lower in his seat, pale cheeks blazing, "You have
made me the laughingstock of the school! And all I was trying to say is that I LOVE YOU TOO, DAMMIT!
I...LOVE...YOU, YOU IDIOT!" Ron had sat stock-still all through the Howler's rantings, but was then
galvanized into action by those words. He strode towards me with a grim look on his face.
I stood, ready for another blazing row, when a pair of lips suddenly descended onto mine and bent me
backwards in what could only be described as a 'movie-style kiss'. The Great Hall erupted with cheers, mixed
with catcalls, but I didn't care. Kissing Ron Weasley was like nothing I had ever experienced before. It was
comforting, yet exciting and wonderful and...I don't think that I'll bore you with the details here, hmm?
Anyways, we are now officially an item. I have been in a happy daze ever since. I don't believe that
people will ever forget the scene we made in the Hall, judging by the aww-ing and whistling that greets us
every time we're together. I don't know if we're going to be together forever, but right now, it certainly feels
like it! Fred and George say that they are very proud of their "ickle Ronnie-kins". Well, you know what, I am
too.
Now excuse me, we're going to shag like mad now.
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Kidding!
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Yours faithfully,
Hermione
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