Chapter Three: Ron - Completely Off the Point
potterfreak16

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the wait for this chapter. Life's been hectic, and unfortunately fan fiction comes second to schoolwork. Took me a bit to finish the long-awaited chapter in Ron's POV, and hopefully you'll like what I've done with it. Hermione's next, and you can expect that chapter up in a few weeks, hopefully right around Christmas. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated! I love hearing your opinions. Happy reading, everyone!

Disclaimer: The only thing that's mine is the plot. Unfortunately.

18th June

She's insane, Hermione is. Telling me to write my bloody feelings down as "documentation of our journey" with Harry. I'd like to see if she's really doing it. I reckon Harry isn't, the poor bloke's got enough on his mind as it is without Hermione badgering him to write in a...journal, or whatever this is.

I don't know why I'm bothering to write in this, seeing as Hermione's not going to be here for a few days yet, so she really can't possibly check if I've been doing it or not...

...but I reckon I'd better, Hermione's temper can rival Ginny's when she's in a mood.

Er...I'm not sure what I should be writing, seeing as this is supposed to be documentation of my journey and everything. I don't suppose writing about Hermione's temper is really documenting anything new. That's already a pretty well known fact. I haven't exactly forgotten about those bloody birds she sent flying at my head last term.

I still have scars from that, I'll have you know. One right above my eyebrow and the other on the side of my nose. Thinking back on it, I think Hermione must've gone temporarily mad to set those birds on me. Surely she wouldn't have done it if she had been in the right state of mind.

I don't reckon that's an excuse, though. I mean, you didn't see me attacking her for fraternizing with that ruddy pumpkin head, Krum, at the Yule Ball. And he was from Durmstrang, competing against Harry in the tournament! You'd think with brains like hers, Hermione would pick better blokes to date. Better than the prats she's dated already, anyway.

At least Ginny wised up and started going out with Harry. He's loads better than Michael Corner or Dean Thomas, the prats. Harry's my best mate, I know he wouldn't intentionally hurt Ginny. Yeah, I know, he broke up with her at Dumbledore's...er...funeral, and I can't say I was happy with him, but Harry's got his reasons, even if we can't understand them. I may or may not have given him a good punch in the nose afterward, though - I'm Ginny's older brother, I couldn't let him get off completely unscathed.

And speaking of Dumbledore's funeral, I reckon Hogwarts is going to remain open even though he won't be there to run it. McGonagall's the new Headmistress, she's already sent out our letters for next term. It's not like it matters to me, though, does it? I won't be going back. I still haven't told Mum about that, I expect I'll be lucky if I escape here without being jinxed into a jelly. Maybe she'll jinx me into raspberry jelly, though. Or better yet, raspberry jam. At least then people could use me on toast.

If I thought at the end of term last year that she'd go mad when she found out I wasn't going back to school, imagine how insane she'll be when she finds out that I've been made Head Boy.

I almost couldn't believe it myself when I got my letter earlier on. There it was, the badge and all. Ronald Weasley, Head Boy. It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think? Shame I can't use it. Might as well chuck it to the eels.

It'd be stupid of me to think that Hermione hasn't been made Head Girl. Like no one saw that coming. Probably wishes she hadn't told Harry we'd go with him on his mission now. She's probably holding her badge in her hand right now, eating her bloody words.

That, or she's writing to Vicky. I expect she's still sending him novel length letters every other week.

What's so great about Krum, anyway? So he plays a fair game of Quidditch, so what? I play Quidditch too, and I'm not a bad Keeper when I'm focused. But what's so grand about being a famous Quidditch player when your bloody head is filled with flobberworms?

And do you know what Ginny had the nerve to say to me when we'd arrived home from Hogwarts? She said I was jealous. Jealous. Jealous of what, Krum and his thick head filled with half-thoughts of how he's going to violate Hermione? She's completely off the point, Ginny is. I'm only looking out for Hermione. I'm one of her best mates, aren't I? And that's what best mates do. They look out for each other.

I mean, the only reason why I think Hermione staying in contact with Krum is bad news is because he's bloody using her. He's too old for her. And he can't bloody well give her what she needs.

Still 18th June, only later

I'd almost forgotten that Bill and Fleur were getting married next month with everything else that's been happening round here. The two of them got here a few hours ago, and according to Mum, they'll be staying until the wedding. Ginny's in a right state because she has to share her room with Fleur - or Phlegm, as she's still calling her - for an entire month. Personally, I don't see why sharing a room with Fleur would be a bad thing. Ginny's got her knickers in a twist for no reason other than that she wants to create more problems for everyone.

I told Mum I'd share with Fleur, but she didn't seem to think that to be such a fantastic idea. It's just as well, I suppose. Can't say I didn't try.

Dunno how Mum's going to hold everyone in the house. Fred, George and Charlie will be here soon enough, and for some reason she thinks that the world's biggest prat (more commonly known as my brother Percy) will be showing his face as well. Hermione will be here in a few days, and I reckon she'll have to share with Ginny and Fleur. I think Fleur will be lucky to make it to her wedding day - sharing a room with Ginny and Hermione, she stands a very good chance of getting murdered.

And then Fleur's sister, Gabrielle, will be here come July...and surely her French friends will be arriving for the wedding...

Bloody hell. For the first time in history, the Burrow will be filled with women.

I can't say I'm complaining. This summer might turn out to be interesting after all.