Hermione Granger (original) (raw)
May 12th, 2006
This past month and a half has been an absolute torture and an absolute dream at the same time.
Yes I will become a mother, and that excites me more than I could ever express but simultaneously the craving, annoyances, and mood swings are exhausting me. The alternations of my moods especially, have been nerve racking for Ron and me as well. He has been a dear of course, forbearing it as one can possibly expect him too but it does not change the fact that I’m getting tired of crying one moment and being absolutely content the next.
April 1st, 2006
Color-coded-results spells were always the ones I felt less inclined to learn. However since they are useful in many aspects of a witch’s life, I learnt them and did so properly. This particular spell however…
Oh, sweet Merlin!
March 16th, 2006
I cannot believe that this is actually happening to me.
Ron Weasley and I have been quarreling for the past 12 years. I have been in love with Ron for the past 8 years, and evidently he has been in love with me for roughly the same time. I haven’t even begun fathoming it, but that is not what is bothering me…or should I say us?
March 14th, 2006
Today I called Harry and canceled lunch, in case he was wondering –which I doubt- that I could still make it. He, as well as everyone else, knows that Ron is getting out of the hospital today.
It has been a most peculiar stay to say the least. While he was unable to speak properly, for some days now he can speak quite normally, though slowly. His throat and vocal cords may not have been cooperating, but I certainly seemed to understand what he said, sometimes of course with the help of a quill and parchment.
March 1st, 2006
My eyelids flutter several times, as my pupils slowly adjust to the bright, violent light in the room.
Where am I?
The question echoes in my mind, until all the memories from last night flood my brain…
I left the hospital feeling numb. After waiting for everyone to go to their homes and after several nods in answer to questions I didn’t even pay attention too, I left as well. I considered asking to see him…his body for the last time, but after several minutes of debating with myself, I decided against it. I didn’t have the strength. I still don’t…
February 28th, 2006
It’s been three weeks…No! It’s been nearly a month since that day in Ron’s apartment. Until a few days ago; I had to admit that my rarely clouded judgment had been indeed that: Clouded.
The night I almost ‘crashed’ Padma and Parvati’s birthday party made me think of many aspects of the argument I had with Ron, if one can call it that. I read a letter, his letter and I never asked him to explain. Granted, asking for excuses has never been the strong point in mine and Ron’s relationship, but in hindsight I understand that I should have. The gap…the silence between us these weeks has been unbearable. ( Read more...Collapse )
February 14th, 2006
True, I kept to myself all day on Valentine’s. I even ignored Hannah when she tried to talk to me. I muttered a few words and closed the door almost to her face. I feel deeply embarrassed for my behavior now, but I couldn't help how I was feeling.
Midnight…
Typically Valentine’s Day, and most definitely a typical way for me to spend it. He has been silent for two weeks now. Not a single word of apology, or contradiction, and here I am, sitting in mine and Hannah’s flat doing absolutely nothing. Well, mostly nothing… the WWN is playing an old song. Fitting actually that both Muggle and Magical worlds would know a song such as Greensleeves.
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February 2nd, 2006
Harry!
I woke up on Thursday feeling as if electricity had passed through my body.
Later in the day, as I was finishing an engaging part of my research when all of a sudden I got that too familiar feeling in my lower stomach, the one I always get when Harry or Ron are going through something that greatly alters their lives. It has been like this since they became my best friends. Whenever we were on battles, whenever we went through all the hardships life threw at us, I always felt both of them; Ron and Harry, whether anxious or in pain. I can say it is some sort of sixth sense, but I've never looked it up. I might consider doing so sometime soon actually…there must be a book…
January 20th, 2006
My time at the Burrow has been indeed a homey, happy break. I could dedicate how many hours I needed to my research and even help Mrs. Weasley sometimes around the house with chores I truly enjoyed. The Burrow has given me so many happy memories I was more than glad to exploreevery corner of the house once more.
But there is one thing I have missed during my time there: Privacy. Yes, Mrs. Weasley is like a mother to me and has been most generous and kind, but as ‘one of her children’ I felt the need to live on my own. Of course, she did nothing wrong, but I certainly have missed the freedom of being able to scream in frustration when Ron –or anyone for that matter- angered me.