*~*Chapter Seven*~*

Dear Diary,

                Diary, I've been thinking.  I ask myself am I really in love with Ron?  But then I just tell myself "Of course you ninkempoop" and life goes on.  Weird things have been happening lately.  For example, Draco Malfoy asks me if I'm going to Hogsmeade every time there's a trip.  And it's not in a mean tone either.  He sounds genuinely curious.  It's rather scary...like he's planning something...

                Also, Luna started joining us in the Great Hall for meals.  She seems to be taking a keen interest in Harry's life.  He was even talking about inviting her to our Common Room.  And I said he couldn't because it was against the rules.  Lavender got detention for that once when she invited Justin Flinch-Fletchley here and a prefect caught him.  He was sad about that.  They are spending so much time together.  Harry and Luna, not Lavender and Justin.  They study together, they go to Hogsmeade together, they eat every meal together.  I don't think they're just friends anymore.  I asked Harry and he brushed me off, saying that they were just close friends.  But the way they look at each other, I don't think so.  Perhaps I shall ask Luna...

                Another bizarre occurrence is Malfoy's thugs.  They stare at me.  It's rather unsettling.  I'll see them in Potions and they STARE.  Like they are observing or something like that.  Very amusing but also very unsettling...

                Let's see, what's going on in my life...

                I'm so worried about our N.E.W.T. exams!  Ron and Harry say I shouldn't worry so early.  But I can't help it!  If they think I'm worrying to much, oh well.  These things are going to determine how well I'll do in my career.  Ron is so sweet though, he just tells me that he knows I'll get top score on all my exams.  I love him so much for being so encouraging, but I still want to study.  He said I'd get top marks on all my O.W.L.S. but I didn't, did I? 

                Professor McGonagall pulled me aside today after Transfiguration today.  She told me that even though I probably had put a lot of thought into my future, she wanted to know if I'd really considered all the options I had.  In her words I am "a brilliant young woman, one of the smartest witches of the century" and I have "more opportunities in life than many people are ever given."  She gave me a list of about twenty career paths I should really consider.

                To tell the truth I haven't really given much thought to what I want to do after Hogwarts...  I've been focused on getting through Hogwarts first.  There you have it, three of my choices.  I hate being smart sometimes.  Sometimes I wish I could just be less intelligent so that I had an easier time deciding what I want to do...

                Ron and Harry want to go for a walk so I'm going to go with them and resume writing when I get back.

xoxox

Hermione

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An hour later

                Diary, that boy is such a wanker!  I CAN NOT BELIEVE HIM!  How dare he!  Sodding wanker!  Has seven years of education done nothing for him?  NOTHING???  Of all the things to say, of all the ways to make me feel like an utter piece of hippogriff waste...

                I ought to take him my the ear and let Mr. Groin meet Ms. Knee, that's what I ought to do!  Honestly...

                Way to make your girlfriend feel like absolute crap Ron...

                Honestly, it shouldn't bug me too much.  I mean, I know he thinks I'm honest-to-god beautiful...but still...usually he tells me that.

                *heavy sigh*  What was he thinking, just saying that like I wasn't there, like it didn't matter!  I would say Luna knows how I feel but Harry isn't stupid!  He knows that if you say something like that then you have to come back with assurance that your lady is the one and only most beautiful woman in the world to him.

                I suppose I'll tell the whole story now that writing all that I feel a little better already.

                We went for that walk and it was Harry, Ron, Luna, and I.  We talked about our classes, about what we want to do after Hogwarts (a frustrating subject for me), and many other topics.  About twenty minutes ago, we saw this very pretty girl, a new prefect in Hufflepuff, fifth year.  Well Harry said she looked absolutely gorgeous with her hair the way it was and the way the sunlight hit her.  Luna said she agreed and he said that he thought she was still prettier no matter what, which lead to a very passionate snog.  Friends my arse, haha.  Well no, they are not really friends anymore.  It's sort of obvious the way they hold hands all the time, snog at any given chance, and stare at each other with googly eyes in the hallway. 

                So yea they were occupied with the snogging and whatnot and Ron was just...staring at this girl.  And finally he says "Wow...she's so pretty...I mean really she's like, smokin' hot..." Really Ronald who says "smokin' hot"???  Yarghrrrrr....I know I growl weird haha but at least I can make fun of myself!  Oh! Back to my story. 

                Sadly Ronald Q. Weasley does not have the same intelligence in the land of girl-knowledge as Harry Potter does.  Because he just said NOTHING.  Actually, he did say something... "She's the hottest prefect I'll ever see."

                HELLO!!!!  YOUR GIRLFRIEND WAS A PREFECT AND IS HEAD GIRL!  THE BLOODY HEAD PREFECT!  Are YOU BLEEDIN' MAD????

                I let it go, but after about five minutes he still hadn't said anything.  So I just walked away.  He clearly didn't get it.  I headed for the library and I'm guessing Harry told him what he did wrong because he came after me.  And he said he was sorry.  But he just couldn't leave it at that could he?  NO.  Of course not because Ronald Q. Weasley has no brain.

                "I didn't know I wasn't allowed to compliment other people."

                For the love of all things magic... how many times was that boy dropped on his head as a child?!?!

                I just hung my head, and when he opened his mouth to say something else I just cut him off and told him that anything he said was just going to make it worse.  I walked away and he did the smart thing: stayed put and silent.

                Now I'm here...I shouldn't let it get to me.  I guess it is rather stupid.  But I just felt like...he didn't care enough to tell me that I was pretty too.  I mean, yeah , the girl was really pretty, but did he have to say she was the prettiest prefect? That's like saying prettier than me...

                Usually I'm not so superficial or what have you, but this time it just felt like he didn't even care if I felt pretty.  Which I certainly didn't in that moment.

                Sigh...tears are coming...I'm going to sleep and I'm going to hope Ronald Q. Weasley borrows an ounce of intelligence from Harry and realizes what he did that upset me.

xoxox

Hermione

AN - Tada! I've been a little lost in this story, I didn't know what to do.  But thanks to a recent occurrence in my sister's relationship I had inspiration!  This story's not gonna go on too much longer.  Just a little more drama and then something at the end!  Happy ending, I promise :-D