AN: I am so sorry for the short chapter, but I couldn't get anymore out from it. I just have some things to clear up. I realized that I spelt Pomfrey and Chudley wrong. Sorry… Spell check's an ass. And thank you for all the reviews!! J
** Ron's POV **
He's late. But of course, he is always late.
One thing I have learned from my displeasure of meeting Oliver Wood is that Quidditch practices will go as long as they have to, even if you have a friend waiting for you during their lunch break.
I have big new.
Well, I always have some sort of 'Oh merlin! This is huge!' news.
I am turning in to Ginny.
But this isn't the type of news that I should flaunt around. Hell, I'm not even supposed to know about this. If Hermione finds out about this,… let's just say that my 'boys' are in grave danger.
As a best friend, I possess some certain knowledge concerning my best friend, Hermione. For example, I know the password to let myself into her flat. I also know that she writes in her diary every night she can just after a nice long bath. I also know that she had dinner plans last night and forgot to use a locking charm on the drawer beside her nightstand, where she keeps her diary.
I can see the twins nodding their heads appraisingly now.
Now, you may ask 'why this is so important?' or 'why would I want her diary?' After all, we are all adults and out of Hogwarts, that means we do not need to result in 'diary stealing' for blackmail.
We have drunk stories for that.
I guess it all started five years ago, just after Harry's defeat of Voldemort. (Yeah, I can say his name now!) I would have been in the Hospital Wing with Hermione, but I was fighting some of my own demons, such as the well anticipated rejection from Hermione.
I was sad and a little disappointed, but who wouldn't have been in that kind of situation?
Anyways, it was rather late at night when Hermione walks into the common room with her eyes all bloodshot, her hair was a mess and her eye lids were swollen from crying.
It was difficult to look her in the eye. Not because of the rejections, but just to see her in so much emotional distress.
One glance at her and I knew approximately what had happened. I always knew she loved him. During any argument and/or situation, she would always find his side. She looked at him with greater love and affection that I ever looked at her. She stared at me for a few moments and just broke down. Her tear ducts burst open and all I could do was just stand there and hold her. She explained what had happened (or what didn't happen) when Harry woke up. Then she cried some more.
All I could really do was just be her shoulder to cry on.
If it had been anyone else, I would punched the daylights out of him.
But it was Harry. My best friend.
What made it really hard was that I couldn't blame the guy for not knowing he was the reason he caused her all the pain. And I couldn't tell him either because Hermione would castrate me. Secondly, I couldn't blame Hermione for loving him, either.
I think it was at that moment I made my own little epiphany. As much as I love Hermione, it wasn't the way I thought I did. Sure, it hurt when Hermione rejected me, but compared to Hermione, who wasn't even 'officially' rejected, mine was only a mere flesh wound. My so-called 'deep feelings' for her were only a measly infatuation. I could never come close to loving her the same way she loves Harry.
Now to bring it all back to the present.
What does all this bullshit have to do with a diary and meeting Harry for lunch?
It's quite simple really. Being a best friend to two people, I possess certain responsibilities. One of which is to make sure your best friend doesn't end up marrying some man that she doesn't love.
That's where the diary comes in.
When I first opened the diary, I had hoped to read about how happy she was with Theo.
You know, the mushy stuff.
'Oh Theo is so handsome. I love Theo. Theo is my soul mate.'
You know, the really mushy stuff.
I like the guy, I really do.
He's respectful to her and he loves her so much. And his dad owns the Chudley Cannons. That's definitely a plus.
But my suspicions were confirmed.
There wasn't a single entry in the last 3 years that didn't mention him.
She still fuckin' loves him after all those years.
Now you may ask why I am here meetin Harry for lunch.
My other responsibility is to see that my best friend doesn't end up letting the best thing that has ever entered his life slip through his fingers. But of course, I have to make sure that he loves her first. As much as I cannot let her marry someone she doesn't love, I cannot let her throw out the closest thing to happiness if the bloody wanker doesn't return the feelings.
Speak of the Devil.
AN: Ok, please review and tell me what you think. I tried to make Ron as much of a 'big brother'-esque character as possible. How did I do? Please Review!
~ Creepy Susie