July 14, 1991

Whoever said you should be grateful for what you have? Because he was a WRONG.

Mum gave me my new robes. And by new, I mean Charlie's old ones. They smell like something died at the armpits -ugh- and have holes everywhere! They say I can have Percy's rat. What the ruddy (a small stream of smoke released from the page) hell would I do with a rat? Well I guess it might be kind of cool to own my own pet...

Ginny, on the other hand, will NOT SHUT UP about Harry Stinking Potter! Merlin, the girls knows everything about him! Really excited because his birthday is in a couple of days, and its really close to hers. How does she even know his birthday? She claims that she's going to marry him and have lots and lots of kids. How stupid of her - as if Harry will even look at the poor, red-headed Weasley family. Everyone knows the Potter family, they're as old as the Malfoys. As for the 'lots of kids' part, that's a Weasley tradition!

I think... okay, I know this is horrible, but sometimes I wish I wasn't a Weasley! We are poor and constantly having hand-me-down's. I wish I was just an only child, with rich parents, who could buy me that new Nimbus 2000!

Hermione shut the diary with a bang. She wanted to read more, but the red digital numbers on her clock told her that it was 5:54; Ron would be home anytime now. She sighed as she adjusted the ring on her finger.

She couldn't help but feel sad when she read the part about Ron not wanting to be a Weasley. Personally, Hermione loved all the Weasleys, loved the way they were : chaotic in a great way, immense love and support. Had she not been in love with one of them, would have loved to grow up in that family. She was exactly what Ron had described he wanted to be as an eleven year old - fairly well-to-do, an only child. Only she would have traded their childhoods in a second. Ron didn't know how great he had it - although constantly being overshadowed by everyone would be not pleasant for sure. If only he knew how special he really was... and a pubescent boy's old robes - ugh.

"Honey! I'm home!" a voice called out.

"In the bedroom!" She called, stuffing the diary in the bedside table drawer.

A very tired looking Ron appeared in the doorway, dropping his briefcase and then coming over to the bed, rubbing his eyes. He came over to the bed, sitting down beside Hermione.

"How was your day?" she asked, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Meh," he replied. Then his face lit up. "Although they gave me a medal of appreciation for all the work I've been doing these past few years." He said proudly.

"Ron, that's great!" Hermione smiled. "Can I see it?"

Ron summoned his briefcase and pulled out a gleaming gold medal, and passed it to an eager Hermione. Hermione fingered the shiny medal, with the words Ronald Bilius Weasley - top Auror. The Ministry of Magic commends you for your hard work, written on it.

"I'm so proud of you!" she hugged him tightly.

in her mind, comparing the insecure and vulnerable Ron she had read about in the diary, constantly being overshadowed and compared, to the wonderful man he had grown to be. The eleven year old Ron would have certaintly been shocked to find he had received a medal for brave auror work.

"Yeah," Ron said pensievly, taking Hermione's hand. "'Mione, I've got to speak to you. It's kind of urgent…"

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