Wizard Angst
Summary: Hermione is in love with Ron. She just walked in on him and Lavender snogging. Devastated, Hermione starts vigorously writing in her journal.
Dear Diary,
How could he do that? I can't believe that Ron didn't tell me he was going out with Lavender. How did I not know? I don't get it. Why am I so upset? It isn't like Ron would ever like me. I don't know what to do. What is worse is that I am the only one of my friends that is alone. Even Neville has Luna. It is just so depressing. I don't know if I will have anyone to sit with at meals anymore. I mean, they will all want to sit with their "others." I was even going to tell Ron that I loved him before I walked in on them. They didn't even notice. I left before they saw me. I don't want Ron to know that I was crying only seconds after I saw them. I even wrote a poem for him.
My Love
I love you more then words can say,
But only words can make their way,
Towards ears that care,
And shoulders that wear,
My love for you every day.
I need you more then I can endure,
I am not quite sure that I'm sure,
But I do know I love you,
And that I want to embrace you,
My love for you is pure.
I wrote that just for his ears. I can't read it now. I could barely stand to copy it. I slaved to fin those perfect rhymes. I have never been one for producing art, but I thought that this might just be the only half-decent piece of work I have created that was not for purely the academic ear.
Tears dripped onto the page that Hermione had been furiously writing on for that past twenty minutes. Unable to write anymore, Hermione decided it best to just cry herself to sleep. Just when she thought she might be able to remember stopping crying, Lavender walked in and started talking loudly about how good of a kisser Ronald Weasley was.
"SHUT UP, LAVENDER!!!! YOU BARELY KNOW HIM!!!! WHY WERE YOU SNOGGING HIM ANYWAY!!!" screamed Hermione before she even noticed she was doing it. Before Lavender could respond, Hermione pulled the curtain around her four-poster bed. Once she had heard everyone go to bed, Hermione pulled out her diary and wrote one last thing at the end of her last entry.
I am never speaking to Ron again. Even if his life depended on it. Even if my life depended on it. Even if the whole world depended on it.
So reveiw. I haven't written the second chapter yet, but if people like it I just might continue.