Fraternizing with the Enemy
Summary: "I don't have feelings for him. I never had, and never will. I mean, why would I? He's rude and sloppy and insensitive and sweet and caring and funny and…" Hermione's troubled reflections concerning one Ron Weasley.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. But I was absolutely thrilled that HarryGinny and RonHermione happened in the sixth book, or were massively hinted upon.
Author's Note: Hermione sounds a bit uncanonic (is that a word?) in this one, but I guess that can be excused because it's a diary entry, and diaries tend to bring out the worst and most unexpected aspects of people.
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I wonder what I ever saw in him.
No, actually—by saying that, I'm implying that I, erm, had feelings for him before. And I didn't, of course. Our relationship was strictly platonic. So, scratch that. The part about what I saw in him, I mean, not the part about our relationship being strictly platonic.
I'm not jealous, you know. Ron and Lavender's kiss had absolutely no impact on me. The only reason I got just a bit upset after the event was because I had never pictured Ron kissing a girl like Lavender. She's just… not his type. She doesn't deserve him. And besides, she was one of the people who wouldn't believe Harry when he said that Voldemort had returned. By kissing that—that girl, Ron is… Ron is… he's fraternizing with the enemy!
See? I'm not jealous. Not even a tiny bit. Actually, I feel sorry for Lavender, having to endure kissing Ron. She deserves better.
I'm aware that I just succeeded in contradicting and confusing myself. So ignore that whole part up there, because it doesn't make sense.
But honestly, I don't have feelings for him. I never had, and never will. I mean, why would I? He's rude and sloppy and insensitive and sweet and caring and funny and…
Wait a minute. Where did that come from?
Let's try that again. I don't have feelings for him. I never had, and never will. I mean, why would I? He's rude and sloppy and insensitive and dense and sweet and caring and funny and brave and wonderful and…
Oh, sod it.
I think someone hexed my quill. I can't seem to write about Ron without applying glowing adjectives to him.
But of course, the only reason I'm ascribing positive attributes to him is because he's my friend. My best friend, I might add. Of course there are qualities about him that I like—I wouldn't be friends with him otherwise.
There. See, I'm completely in control of my emotions. I am certain that I can handle this situation with the utmost level of maturity.
I can be happy for Ron now that he's actually kissed someone. About time, isn't it? Took him long enough.
I'm glad that he finally got himself a girlfriend. If he's happy about it, I'm happy about it too.
Really, I am.
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WHY IS HE SO BLOODY DENSE? CAN'T HE SEE THAT I'VE PRACTICALLY BEEN IN LOVE WITH HIM FOR FOUR BLOODY YEARS!
That felt good.
I don't usually do this, you know. Have random outbursts regarding Ron, I mean. Really, I don't. Especially random outbursts involving excessive use of the word "bloody."
I just wish that he knows. It's not that hard to figure out. I don't intend to sound arrogant or overly confident by saying this, but I'm almost sure that Ron feels something for me, even if it's just a little bit of something. Maybe, if we talk about this, we could work something out, and something good would come out of it.
But obviously we can't talk about it now, as Ron is far too busy snogging Lavender at every available moment.
Are absolutely hopeless.
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