Remember I said that the fourth reason would be of your stupidity?
Well, I kept my promise.
Ronald Weasley.
I'm going to say this, straight out, no complicated words in between or any nice comments to make the impact better.
You. Are. The. Stupid-est. Person. EVER.
Ooh, look at Hermoine Granger! Using a made up word! Impossible!
Well, Ron, I thought it was impossible to be so stupid.
I liked you, like, forever, and you never even noticed.
In first year, I tell you to relax, and NOT panic (devil snare incident), but instead you did the exact opposite.
You probably are still trying to figure out what the exact opposite of not panicking is.
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You finally figured that it was panic (congratulations!)
In second year, you flew a flying car! In front of muggles! I agree with Snape, you should've been expelled. (Stop pointing at Harry, Ron, it's immature. Yes, I know he was with you, but he didn't exactly ask for a house-elf to be stalking him. Anyway, it was your idea! And it was TOTALLY barbaric.)
Oh god, don't tell me you're actually checking up "barbaric" in the dictionary?
You never cease to amaze me.
Third year: bloody hell, Ron, you let a man sleep in the same bed as you! (How did it not cross your mind that YOU, simply HAPPENED, to get Scabbers on the night Harry's parents DIED?!)
Fourth Year: You actually thought that Harry put his name in the goblet of fire? For fame? Honestly, use your eyes! Harry hates fame. He wants to grab it by the throat, throw it against the wall and stab it. And stab it. And stab it (please say you get the point now, Ron, I don't want to keep stabbing). He's got plenty of it already! I don't believe that you got mad at him when clearly he had no idea what the hell was going on. He needed help, Ronald, and you were sulking in the common room, wailing about how hard your life was, being Harry Potter's stupid friend (that was one of the few things you were right about.) Grow up, Ron! Be grateful that he's friends with you at all, with you being so stupid and all…
Fifth Year:
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Okay, I'll admit you weren't really stupid this year. You were made prefect and Gryffindor keeper. BUT you did fail in History of Magic and Divination, so HA!
Sixth year was the worse, though. Even though I gave you so many hints, you dated that stupid airhead Lavender. But that's not enough, is it, Ron? You just had to EAT HER FACE right in front of me. Every day. Every hour. Every MINUTE. Would you like it if you saw me snogging someone, Won-Won?
How…how could you be so ignorant. So naïve?