Dear Hermione,
I completely don't mind. What are best friends for? I'm supposed to be your favourite person in the world (you know I'm better than Harry), make you take a break from school and have fun, be nice, and be there for you. If I'm not your favourite person (Ugh, Viktor), you still take homework too seriously, and I'm hardly ever nice, then I have to do one out of four of those things right? Thank wizards you understood that I had no bleeding idea what to say though. And thank wizards that what I said turned out to be the right thing too!
My family isn't as perfect as you're making it out to be you know. We have our fair share of problems. There is such thing as the problem child- or children. It varies from week to week. I think maybe Fred and George give my mum the most grief. For me, I think Percy is heading in the wrong direction. That whole Ministry scandal was ominous. Percy has always seemed more for Slytherin to me. If it weren't for the running Weasley tradition of Gryffindors, I'll bet that his ambition would have landed him right in Slytherin. He is just.. mad with drive sometimes. He doesn't care if he runs people over. That worries me. And if you follow the papers at all, our family isn't the most respected of pure bloods either. My poor dad works so hard but receives so little.. Well, isn't that the classic story. Poor old Weasleys. Sorry if I'm a little more than bitter. I'm still a little ruffled about that dress robe last year, and that's just the least of our problems.
OHHH, so that's what you meant. Great Gandalf, you are SUCH a girl. But er, back at ya?
Oh here we go now. I started the fight, right, when you wrote the first letter, and that was an argument in itself. So technically, you started it.
You were wrong about being wrong? Or something like that. Either way, you were wrong :P
No I don't. I never said that.
I think it would. I have chronic hermitis. I'm allergic to being nice to you. Honestly, I break out into hives after any compliment I give you.
You girls do NOT make it obvious! You ever wonder why we never admit if we fancy you or not? Because we never know how you feel. And there, we're being nice right there! We're taking into consideration YOUR feelings. When we're about to admit that we fancy you or ask you out, you have no idea the.. TORTURE we go through. I don't know how to describe it. You get a bad taste in your mouth, probably from your uneasy stomach, your mind is going through a million things you practised to your mirror, and somehow, somehow it still comes out wrong! We try to be nice but say the wrong thing. If we say you're beautiful, you call us cliche and mechanical. If we say you're pretty, you cry and call us liars. If we say you're perfect, you get an image of a large mammal and react violently. All boys have to do is "be nice". Oh right, that isn't asking a lot. That's real easy.
Am not.
Ron
