BROODING ABOUT KRUM

I'm sitting here in a red and gold chair, brooding and staring into the fire. What am I thinking? THIS: WHY did he have to like her of all people?

Just when we were really getting along, well, maybe not; but maybe I would have told her how I felt… Well, maybe not.

But blimey, Victor Krum like my girl? Well okay, so she's not really my girl, but how would he know that? It's not his place to just tramp into someone else's school and take the heart of any girl he likes. No, Hermione doesn't love him; she can't! And if she did, which she doesn't, it would only be because he's rich and famous. Rich… I wish I could get rich. She'd like me then

Oh, she's coming in; come on Ron, look like you're dong something important… Well would you look at that; she walked right past me without even looking! She has a weird expression on her face. Is something wrong? Did someone jinx her? I'll ask.

"Oi Hermione, did someone jinx you?"

She's looking at me rather coldly and says something to the effect of "I love you Ron; and I completely despise that Krum fellow." Well, actually she said "None of your business, boy;" but I can read between the lines. British English also has an unspoken language that comes along with the spoken one you know.

Now what was I thinking about again? Oh, Krum… Bugger.