Diary of a Dreamer Forever

Her eyes traveled to where he was talking with his friends. She'd never tell anyone, but she was jealous of them. They held his attention; something she'd never be able to do.

The worst thing about that was, they'd been going out for about a month already. Yet she still felt like it was just a little school girl's crush. She looked down at her watch. It was about time to go to transfiguration; she always left a little early so she'd never be late.

A small sigh escaped her lips. Another walk to the class they had together…alone. People would think she was pathetic if they knew how much she thought about him. She hurriedly collected her papers, cast one last wistful glace at him, and walked through the portrait.

There was no possible way she could concentrate on the lesson today. She reached into her bag, pulled out a small rose-colored book, and began to write.

Dear Diary,

He did it again today. Ignored my complete and total existence. Sometimes I wonder if he still likes me. I don't like thinking that way, but I have to admit it to someone; even if it's only you. I want him to see me and take me into his arms and just hold me. But I'll never tell him that.

He'll never know how much I care about him. There's something about his smile, when it's directed at me that makes my heart melt. Any time I'm having a good day he can make me feel better when I don't feel like being cheered up. He understands parts of me that no one else could. I love just listening to him talk about things irrelevant to me; I just love hearing things about him I didn't know before.

He's done something for me that no one else could; he woke me up from the dream I was living in and introduced me to reality. But everyday I go through I slip back into my dream, but it's not really a dream.

This is real. And I don't know what to feel anymore. To the point that it's like I'm only dreaming again. Like I'm forever dreaming…

Love,

Hermione Ann

She slipped the small book back in her bag just as McGonogal walked past her. Tears burned the backs of her eyes, but she bit her tongue to stop them from spilling out in front of everyone.

As soon as they were released, Hermione started to speed out of the classroom, but stopped when she felt a hand grab hers.

" 'Mione I'll never be able to walk you to class if you're sprinting." She smiled.

"I'll go as slow as you want me to, as long as you're walking."

"Ok…Wait…What?" She laughed.

"Never mind, Ronald." He looked over at her.

"Ok then." They stopped outside the Herbology greenhouses.

"Aren't we going inside?" she asked him.

"Hermione, I just wanted to tell you again how much I care about you. You're one of the most important things in my life, and I don't ever want to lose you." He kissed her hand and swiftly pulled her into the classroom.

Later that night

Ron had just bid her goodnight and now she was sitting on her bed, pouring over the rose-colored book again.

Dear Diary,

After wrote my previous entry Ron paid attention to me. He even kissed my hand! So my mood right now is very elated.

But I must ask you to do something for me. The next time he casts me aside like that,…remind me to break up with him. Because it isn't worth it anymore.

I'd rather dream forever than live in this disguised nightmare.

Love,

Hermione Ann

Hey guys! I hope you liked it. I'm dedicating this to one of my friends. As always, please review and if there's something you'd like to see on here tell me, and I'll see what I can do. Until next diary entry, HazelEyedHottie