Confessions of A Teenage Red Head

I am not J.K. therefore I do not own the HP series even though I would cut off my both my legs and give every internal organ in my body to own them. R&R please! Thanks for all of your SUPER NICE reviews

(A/N-what you we didn't hear… next chapter)

"Harry do you have any idea how much I would love to say that. 'I'm over Hermione' and 'I have no feelings for her?'" Ron said in a deep mocking himself sort of voice. "Do you know how long I have battled with myself saying I don't love her.? Only you know how much I do, and no matter what she does or says won't change that. That's why I thought Isabel was a good idea, you know, use her as a distraction to at least try and help me get over her. But that was a mistake." Ron finished now resting his elbow on the arm chair beside him looking very solemn.

Upstairs in the girls dormitory Hermione collapsed on her bed while whipping her diary out with fury and writing the last message she ever intended to in it.

Where was she to go? What exactly was the reason she was running away from her problems? Hermione was a pretty tough cookie and always faced her troubles justly. But the thought of Ron not having feelings for her at all made her sick. It gave her similar feelings to how the dementors gave someone, drained and hopeless.

The worst part of this is that tonight was Christmas Eve and instead of spending this memorable night with her friends in the common room drinking hot chocolate in front of the fire, Hermione was running away in the blizzard not caring what was going to happen to her.

After inserting her feet in her shoes, Hermione sped towards the staircase with tears flooding her eyes. Getting past Harry and Ron was a simple task due to the large amount of Gryffindor students packed in the common room celebrating the holidays. Hermione found much ease in making her way out of the castle.

(Back in the common room)

"So go up there and tell her!" Harry said simply.

"Tell her what?" Ron asked confused.

"Well tell her what you told me. Tell her the truth; I think she deserves to know considering she has been wasting away waiting for you and Isabel to be over."

"No way Harry, please can you tell her? You know me. I'll do something stupid like pass out or say something ridicules!" Ron said sheepishly."

"You really think that I am going to confess your love to Hermione. Ha! Fat chance." Harry laughed sarcastically.

Ron looked at the floor frowning and got up from the big arm chair to make his way to the girl dormitory.

"Oh and Harry" Ron began wile turning around with his finger raised in the air. "If I get shut down by any chance, you better ran away…fast!" Ron said annoyed. Harry only smiled.

Knock… Knock… Knock. Ron softly knocked on the door and listened for any movement on the other side. He heard nothing. Butterflies flapped furiously in stomach and he felt he just might pass out.

Ron turned the silver knob of the door and entered cautiously. Though, he wouldn't have minded seeing Hermione in a lacy black bra and a pink thong with a whip in her hand and a police hat on saying "You've been a very, very bad boy", he still didn't want to make of an ass of himself in front of her especially with a banana in his pants. Looking around, he saw all of Hermione's things: all of her books on the table, muggle pictures of Hermione with her family, and the picture of her, Harry and himself all standing waving at them in the great hall.

On her dresser, Ron found the perfume that he had bought her last year for Christmas. Immediately, he remembered the Christmas present her had purchased for her this Christmas which, he felt, was a large improvement from last years. Ron made his way to Hermione's bed and sat on it thinking how wonderful it was to be sitting in the spot Hermione slept every night. He smelt the aroma of her shampoo on the pillow next to him and smiled.

Before getting up, his eye caught the little black book resting in the center of bed. Inside the book Hermione had inserted a piece of parchment that said "read." Ron picked up the book and examined it a bit before opening it and flipping through the scented pages. Before reading the page Hermione had instructed on the parchment, Ron randomly flipped to a page and began reading.

Dear Diary,

Before I forget, (as if I'd ever be able to) there are only sixteen hours, forty-three minutes and approximately thirty-seven seconds until I finally, can return to Hogwarts back to my real home, with my real friends, and only REAL love. I know I've been dancing around the inevitable confession for the past five years but now that I'm in my sixth year (well, almost) I have a new beginning, a fresh start and a new chance to come clean. At least, I will if that bloody prat doesn't decide to bring up Victor Krum again or "Vicky" as he Oh!-so-affectionately called him. I really loathe him when he says that. Honestly, he didn't have any problem with "Vicky" before we were romantically linked. He really can be such a git sometimes! Still, though, just writing about him… it sends a tingling shiver up the bridge of my spine and not to mention a feeling I can only describe as warm and fuzzy. Oh that thick, red, shaggy hair, it's always so fresh, so wonderful. Ha! Not that he even cares about his hair at all. He wouldn't know the difference between shampoo and troll bogies. But that's what makes him so… there aren't even words! Sometimes I have to hold my hands behind my back in fear of randomly running my fingers through that mop of hair I love so much. But Alas! All these thoughts have distracted me from the real matter at hand. You see, I told myself I would read all my books over 48 times before the end of the summer but I only managed to peruse them 47! BAD HERMIONE! Well it shouldn't be too hard to catch up, I suppose; surely I'll be able to catch up the train, that is if I'm not too preoccupied staring at that sexy freckled face boy whom I adore so greatly. Thank Merlin! I have only 16 hours 19 minutes and 12 seconds to go! I'll write more in the morning! YAY! I just can't wait to see him!

Still counting! (16h 18m 03s.)

Hermione

Ron eyes grew wide and his heart was beating faster than it had on his first Quidditch match. It was all true. Everything that Harry told him about Hermione fancying him had been happening right in front of his face but he was just too thick to notice. He flipped around some more to find the parchment that was sticking out of the diary. Ron did as the parchment was told and read what was written in it only moments before.

Dear diary and anyone else who plans to read this,

Isabel is a death eater! She uses the Montwal charm on her mark every time she wishes to move it to different parts of her body so it remains unseen. I know this now and I am telling you all for your safety. Please report her to Dumbledore as soon as she returns back to Hogwarts after Christmas. I assume she has been with Voldemort throughout the entire vacation. Please tell my parents how much I love them and how thankful I am to have had them and that I am truly sorry for this. Ginny, my best girlfriend, you are wonderful and I will never forget you. Harry, we have been through so much together in the past and thank you for accepting me and befriending me, no questions asked. And last but not least, Ron, I have never had the courage to tell you how I feel and have felt about you ever in my life but I will tell you now. Ron I have loved you since the day on the train when I saw the dirt on your nose, since you saved me from the troll, that time in 2nd year with that awkward hand shake, and in third year when I grabbed you hand when Harry was almost killed by Buckbeak. Ron I will always love you, and after over hearing your conversation with Harry, I know that you don't feel the same way about me. I wish this could be easier but it can't and this is where I leave you. I will never forget any of you and I'm sorry about what I am about to do. Please forgive me.

Love,

Hermione

Ron shut the book immediately and the feeling of fret and trepidation came over his entire body. He sped out of the dormitory and down to the entrance hall faster than a wild banshee.

A strong wind tickled the brims of Hermione's ears; the gale meant nothing, when compared to the bitterly frigid temperature. The grounds were covered in its second heavy blanket of snow which was making it ten times more difficult for Hermione to trudge through them. The tears that were once warm and salty were now sticky and frozen to Hermione's slightly frostbitten cheeks.

What was to happen to Hermione within the subsequent hours, she did not know nor did she care. Now that the only person in her life that ever gave it meaning was not hers, there was no purpose for her existence. Though Hermione never truly had Ron to herself there was always that minuscule bit of hope that kept her going. Other thoughts came to her mind about the death mark on Isabel's back; perhaps it really was just an illusion, or some figure of Hermione's imagination. She couldn't have imagined it though… right?

The Forbidden Forest was approaching which made Hermione come to a stand still and think…

'Is this where it's going to end, am I really going to go through with this, and put an end to my existence?' she thought.

Perhaps a blast ended screwet would finish her off rather than having to die in the cold. With a cold trickle of pain rushing down her spine, she stepped into the Forbidden Forest.

The wind was now blowing so hard on Hermione, she'd almost fell over. Nearby bushes were rustling and it sound like light whispers. She whipped around after hearing the sound again franticly looking right and left for the voice's owner.

Through the hard falling snow, she could only see figures from the far distance she stood. There were two of them. She began slowly taking steps forward towards them with her heart pounding in and out of her chest after every step. While crouching down next to the nearest bush, she listened to the voices carefully.

The voices started to become clearer although they were still muffled by the sound of the heavy snow falling.

"Master, I have obeyed your wishes. I will have the boy here, in the Forbidden Forest, tomorrow afternoon. You can kill him then, I will be right behind you." said a female voice Hermione recognized so well. The girl was on her knees and Hermione only saw the back of this mystery girl with rib length blonde hair.

"And how have you managed to trick him into coming here?" said a cold voice sharply.

"Through that idiot red head boy, Ron I think is his name. I told him to tell Harry that we were going to have a snowball fight on Christmas day. I'll lead them over here." the youthful voice spoke.

"And your sure no one has caught on… to ruin our plans?" the rough voice questioned harshly.

"Well… the girl…" the culprit began nervously. "She, well, she's smarter than I thought. She figured it out… she saw the mark. But master, I covered it up and made her look like she was crazy by using the charm we practiced, and well… I succeeded! Please master, do not be angry with me!" she screamed seeing the fury in his face.

Hermione's stomach at done a complete summersault after taking in the information she just had. Standing in front of her talking this whole time had been Isabel and…Vol-Voldemort.

Hahahhaha cliffe! I no I should be hung for all these cliffes… R&R or the I will NEVER update.