I've never been a jealous guy. One would think I would have been jealous of Fred and George Weasley, my two best friends, for getting all the credit for the pranks we pull, or being Beaters while I'm an "just" the announcer, at least at one point in my life. But I never was. I never was the type who also had to be center of attention, and they are great Beaters, anyone has to admit. I like being an announcer- I don't stay up nights wishing I was on the team. I play Quidditch sometimes, and that's enough for me. Really. In fact, now is the first time I've ever been jealous in all my life.
Fred went to the Yule Ball with Angelina. And even though he's over her, she's still stuck on him. And I'll never get another chance with her. It had been so long ago that we had stared at each other over the tops of our books, and when we finally took a walk on the edge of the Forbiddan Forest, holding hands and being careful not to get caught. It had taken me so long, and it had been so hard for me to work up the nerve just for that. And then Fred asks Angelina to the Ball like it's nothing, so confidant that she'd go with him. And she did, of course. What would I do for courage like that. What would I do for a girl like that. It doesn't matter, really. Because I know whatever I'd be willing to do, whatever I COULD do, Fred could do better. Just because he can. He can charm any girl or make her laugh. I'm not as smooth. Even if he's not head-over-heels, he'd do it just to prove he can. Everythings a game to him, a contest he needs to win. It's not like a bad thing. I don't think he means to hurt me- he's not a bad guy. He thinks it's all fun and games. But to me, not everything is. I like jokes, but to me, this isn't a game. I don't know, maybe I'm overeacting. After all, Angelina probably isn't the love of my life, right? The are plenty of Snitches in the sky, as they say. I can catch one, some day. After Hogwarts. When I'll get my own chance to shine.