Grrr. Argh.

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Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Potions

Can’t help but stare at Ron. Potions class always reminds me of the night that he held me while I was crying. It was so sweet and unlike him! Usually, he (and every other guy I’ve ever met) would just stand there and look awkward. Because guys and emotions are not so much connected.... But, as much as he tries to act macho, this is not quite the case with Ron. He’s all romantic and such. Not that I really know that first hand, but the other night proves that there is a sweetie under the dunderhead. Definitely swoon-worthy material.

But I’m very happy, because we have a review session later. He’s even asked me to help him with that spell for DADA. I’ll do it, but I don’t want to try TOO much, because he won’t invite me if he wins. It’ll probably be that one other girl from Ravenclaw, or whatever house it was. Augh, now I’m in a bad mood...okay, Ron, working out on the Quidditch field, shirtless (such a wonderful memory...). I’m better now.

I think a change in subject is in order before I drive myself more insane than I already am.

You know, now that I think about it, Parvati was always gone at the same times that Harry “mysteriously disappeared.” I was a little too angry when I first found out about them to realize that little piece of information. In fact, I’m surprised I didn’t make the connection before I started spying on him. That was a lot of classes where they were both conveniently missing. I am losing my edge. Or maybe I just didn’t want to put together all the pieces. Much too disturbing.

Later

Harry, Ron, and I were all walking in the hallway towards lunch when I decided to have a little fun.

“So, what do you predict in the future for you and this mystery girlfriend?” I asked Harry as snottily as I could manage.

Silence.

“You know, it’s really too bad you weren’t going out with her back in fourth year. You might have had some fun at the Yule Ball instead of falling back on Parvati.”

He twitched a little at the name, but I don’t think he saw that I saw. And he still didn’t answer. Time to pull out all the stops.

“Speaking of which, I’m just glad it wouldn’t be Parvati. After all, she was supposed to be your date for the Yule Ball, but she kept ditching you for those boys from Beuaxbatons. I’m sure you can do better.”

I am cruel. I know. But Harry just pretended he didn’t hear me. Though if I know him at all, it seemed as though he was getting a little jealous glint in his eyes. That’s what he gets for going out with one of the biggest sluts in school and then lying about it. And the thing is, she’s probably cheating on him with some other guy. And I bet she’s only going out with him in the first place because he’s the famous Harry Potter. I hope he doesn’t really like her that much, because my guess is that she’ll end up hurting him. She better not though, or I will be forced to kick her arse (using wands only, of course).

After Dinner, the Library

This really is not a good idea. I’m helping Ron with that Difesa spell, and all I can think about is the Hogsmeade weekend. And how I will ask him...

Ron: “Hey, ‘Mione, congratulations on winning the Hogsmeade trip.”

Me: “Thanks. I was really hoping that I could do it.”

Ron: “I’m not surprised. You’re only the most brilliant girl in our year.”

Me (blushing): “Thank you.”

Ron: “So, have you decided who you are going to take?”

Me: “Well, it’s between you and Harry, of course, and I think it would be fun to go with you.”

Ron: “Really?!”

Me: “Yeah. Besides, he’ll probably end up sneaking there anyways with that cloak of his.”

Ron (looking VERY disappointed): “Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.”

Me (like I would ever have the courage to say this): “See, this way, that gives us an hour or two before he gets there and the same after he leaves to be without he-who-pines-over-his-mystery-girlfriend-about-whom-he-can’t-even-tell-his-friends.”

Ron (with a chuckle): “Brilliant as usual. I can’t wait.”

See? That’s how it should go. Him being all nice and trying to hint around for me to ask him. Because he wants to go with me, alone.

Ha! Like that would ever actually happen. But a girl can dream, can’t she?

Oh, I think Ron’s trying to get my attention. I zoned out for a little while when I started writing this.

Later, Still the Library

Merlin, that was depressing. The best friend that I secretly fancy wanted to talk about how to start a relationship. But not with me. It started with him giving up on the spell, because I had been too out of it to help him.

“So, ‘Mione, you’re a girl right?” he began tentatively.

I just glared.

“Right. Anyways, I was wondering if I could ask your advice about something.” At this point, his face was starting to turn red. He was getting a tad uncomfortable.

“Um, sure. Now that we understand I’m a girl.”

“Sorry about that. It just didn’t come out right.”

“It’s fine. Continue,” I said in a tone making it perfectly clear that it was NOT fine. I then crossed my arms in front of my chest to illustrate my point.

“It seems like you’re mad at me. Are you mad at me?”

“No, of course not,” I said cooly. I was still really pissed that he had to ASK if I was a girl. For Merlin’s sake, I didn’t think even he was THAT thick.

“Well then, um, I was wondering...”

“Spit it out.”

“Okay, er...If you fancy a girl, and you don’t know if she fancies you back, what do you do?” he blurted out quickly.

And now I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I wanted to tell him to go for it, because that’s what you should do if you fancy someone. Otherwise you’ll never know what would have happened. But then if he takes the advice, he’ll end up going out with some other girl. I don’t think I could handle that too well. So I decided to try something else...

“You could find a way to figure out if she likes you. Hey, if you tell me who it is you’re thinking of, I could talk to her for you.” See! This way I can figure out who the bitch is and take her out...

But no.

“I’d rather not say,” he told me.

“Oh.”

“It’s not that I wouldn’t trust you or anything,” he said quickly, “just that I’d rather not have people finding out.”

“But I am your best friend! And besides, Harry knows.”

“WHAT HAS HE TOLD YOU?” Ron said, suddenly becoming very alert.

“Calm down, I just heard you two talking a couple of times by mistake. You should really learn to speak more quietly.”

“WHAT DID YOU HEAR?”

“Like I said, relax. I only heard that you fancied someone. I didn’t hear who it was. If I had, trust me, you would have heard by now.”

“Oh, okay. Good.”

“Why are you trying so hard to keep this from me?”

“No reason.”

I wasn’t going to take that for an answer. I chose to glare a little more.

“It’s sort of something I’d rather discuss with a guy,” was his rather feeble response.

“You’ve only just figured out that I’m a girl five minutes ago! Why would it be a problem to talk to me about it?” I said, exasperated.

“I told you, I didn’t mean that! And I just don’t want you to know yet, okay? Now can we drop it? I’m sorry I came to you. I’ll just go ask Harry.”

“Fine then.” I stomped out of the library.

I am so angry at him right now! He didn’t have to be so mean about not telling me! I am his best friend after all. Sure, I am in love with him and would probably have made his crush regret the day she was born, but he didn’t know that. Argh, he can be so frustrating sometimes. So much for him being a romantic.

But he’s still the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Damn the fluttering tummy that will not go away.

TO DO:

1. Develop a little plan to get back at Harry for not telling us about his girlfriend. (Possibly let Ron know what is going on, or do something to freak Harry out.)

2. Develop another little plan to get back at Ron for not telling me about his crush and to ensnare him into my seductive ways.

3. Win the Hogsmeade trip so as to further develop said plan.

4. Talk to Ginny about getting a ‘family’ discount on Extendable Ears for the slumber party...not so much cash right now.

5. Go buy chocolate. My current emotional upheaval requires chocolate. (Where did you think the money for the Extendable Ears was going?)

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