Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, if I did, I'd be filthy stinking rich and wouldn't be writing fan fictions! Le sigh. I do own Ronnekin's thoughts in this story though. Hehehehe. I got the basic idea from Silver Phoenix25, who is a better writer than me, and wrote a journal thingy for Hermione, which is great. She also wrote a bunch of other fanfics, which are double awesome with knobs (very, very, very, very, very, very, very, awesome). Thank you SP, you are my hero.

Author's Notes: Alright, this is Ron's journal type thing, starting summer after fourth year. I know the story is kind of sketchy so far, but that's what I'm kinda going for. It is Ron, after all. He doesn't have a train of thought, he has more like a herd of fluffy thoughts that run into the middle of the road now and then. I'm hoping against hope that it'll get more interesting, just stick with me here.

By the way, when Ron sets the journal down and stops entering in it, his name appears. But each day that he enters in it is a new chapter. All the times he could enter in it during one day, will appear in one chapter. So there might be multiple times that his name shows up. I know it's a little confusing. You'll get it when you read it. Now, ONWARDS!

My New Journal

Alright, no matter what Fred and George say, this is not a diary. Diaries are for girls. This, I suppose, will be a...um... journal. Yes. That's it, I'll go with that. A journal. Very grown-up, I need somewhere to put all my stupid thoughts. Because Merlin knows they are like rabid little gnomes running about in my head.

Gnomes, I tell you.

I got this book a couple birthdays ago, and never needed it, but I've found a good use for it now. I just say my password and bits of my thoughts from the day arrange themselves so I can make sense of them and appear on the pages. I don't even have to write!

Now I sound lazy.

It took me long enough to get the stupid thing to work in the first place. Fred and George slipped me another fake wand of theirs and I was trying to give the bloody book my password and my "wand" started sprouting plastic limbs. A bloody rubber chicken is what I got stuck with. I had to hunt them down and get them to give me my wand, which took ten minutes of dancing around on one leg while they shot exploding snap cards at me. Why I had to be the youngest, boy that is, why?

Ginny is getting almost as bad as them. She's up in their room, doing who knows what. Okay, I just creeped myself out. New subject.

Mum says that we're going on a bit of a holiday soon. But she won't tell us where. If I were Hermione, I would...well... I don't know what I'd do if I were Hermione, but it would involve a book and/or an adult's permission. Honestly, she almost never does anything without a teacher's, or parent's permission. She's like the complete opposite of my brothers. The great swot. Well, she does help me with my homework. And has a really nice laugh...bloody hell! How did I go from holiday to Hermione?! New subject...again.

Dad's been away almost constantly so far this summer. He's at work for extra time, he comes home for meals and he leaves again! Mum leaves sometimes when he doesn't have to, and usually she never leaves us home when she goes out. Usually she takes us to Diagon Alley when she goes. But, then that leaves more time to go outside, less cleaning without Mum. And more-shall we say-flexible rules.

I'm getting better at Quidditch I'd say. Me, Fred and George have been playing almost every day, especially when Mums gone, then it's a sort of extreme Quidditch. It'd be awesome to play with Harry and the twins at school. But, I'm not that good. They always make me Keep. Now and then they let Ginny play. She's actually quite good, since she is smaller than any of the three of us, she's much faster.

Wow. This book fills up fast. I suppose it just puts down anything and everything I think of....hm....MONKEY! Whoa...

I wonder if Harry, and maybe Hermione, can come on holiday with us too. That'd be great. We could get Hermione to help us with our homework and maybe even try to learn something... GASP... But it really would be wicked having both of them with us. I'm sure Harry would be thrilled to get away from those idiot relatives of his. From what he says, and from what I've seen, they are incredibly stroppy. They throw fits when he gets owls, they don't even let him say the word magic, it's like saying You-Know-Who's name to them! Sometimes they shove all his homework and broom in a cupboard, where he says he used to have to sleep. Honestly, muggles can be so thick.

Hermione is muggle-born and she isn't stupid like them. Maybe it's just them. Their son is half the size of my room, and they think he's perfect! Well, I may be exaggerating just a bit, but he is enormous. If they knew that Harry had saved the world, three times I think, and lived through four meetings with Voldemort, they'd probably think something different.

Gits.

The other day Fred and George gave me this thing they call an Engorged Ear Éclair. My ears grew three times their normal size and turned blue. Not funny. How did they get the money to make them? The twins bought me new dress robes, and surprisingly, they didn't try to kill, injure and/or maim me at all! They are just normal new robes, which I needed horribly, those awful lacey things Mum bought me were disgusting, I cut them up and now they cover Pig's cage. Anyways, the twins have been shut up in their room all day, every day, except for meals of course. I'm never taking food from them ever again.

I hope Harry can come on holiday with us, I'll ask Mum.

-Ron

Mum says Harry can't come, that Dumbledore says he has to stay with those rubbish relatives of his, says he's safer there. Bollocks in my opinion. He'd be safer in the Forbidden Forest.

With Malfoy.

She does say that maybe Hermione can come, and that she'll have to ask Dumbledore, but she said that Dumbledore told her already that Harry has to stay with the Dursleys.

Why does Dumbledore know about our holiday? How do they communicate with him? Where the hell does Dumbledore go during the holidays?

Mums yelling for me. Probably wants me to de-gnome the garden again.

Bugger bugger bugger.

-Ron