December 8, 7th year
I'm Harry Potter. Yeah, yeah. The one who defeated the Dark Lord,
You-Know-Who, He-Who-Must-Not-be-Named, Voldemort, whatever, quite a bit. Let me get to the point. I got this freaking diary
from Hermione, because she wants me to "express my feelings". Right.... Seems like a waste of time to me. But, as Ron says,
you can't argue with Hermione when she sets her mind to something. So now I've got to write in this thing. So, I'll "make
the best of things", and use this diary to figure out what's up with Ron & Hermione. There always going places and blaming
it on Prefect duties. But Ernie says he never sees them there, and he's getting pissed off because they are the Head
prefects, after all. And when they do come back, they look really----flushed, and their clothes are rumpled. What in heck's
name is going on? But lately, they've kinda been ignoring each other. What is up? She couldn't be---no, they would have told
me. Wouldn't they?
December 9, 7th year
I've decided that she couldn't be pregnant. I mean, she's smart
enough to use protection, right? Right? I need to tell Ginny. She's my girlfriend, after all. Finally, one thing in this bloody
life of mine that I actually like.
I told Ginny. She thinks I'm overeacting. Who the freak asked
her opinion? Wait--I did. Dang it, now I'll have to apologize to her. Ugh. I still think somethings up with them. Time to
use the trusty marauder's map and my invisibility cloak. I just have to persuade them to talk to eachother. Maybe I'll say,"Guys,
can you please talk about whatever is bothering you? I mean, come on! Just talk in the freaking dorm or something!"
Yeah. That'll work.
December 10, 7th year
That didn't go too well. This is what happened. I persuaded them, and got
to listen in. When I sneaked in, they were talking in hushed voices.
Ron: Hermione, I think we have to tell him. He'll find out sooner or later
when I get a howler from Mum about...this.
Hermione: I guess so. I love you, Ron. And I don't care you did this to me.
I always thought we'd have kids anyway.
At this, my jaw dropped. She was. She really was.Pregnant.
Ron: I love you, too, Mione.
Of course, at this moment I--you guessed it--sneezed. They were stunned when
I pulled off the cloak. I can't say Ron was pleased, though.
Ron: Harry? Bloody hell! What do you think you're doing? Listening in to our
Hermione: Ron, calm down. I'm so sorry, Harry! Ron wanted to tell you, but
I... just couldn't. I don't know why. But now you know. I'm in my second month. I've been sick a lot.
With this, I just walked away. We haven't spoken since. But why should I?
If they keep secrets about something as big as this, they're not true friends.Then again, Ron wanted to tell. But, when Hermione
gave me this bloody journal, Ron said that I could sell it when I was done with it, and call it 'Confessions of a Teenage
Angst Machine'. I'm glad to be rid of them.
December 14, 7th year
I'm friends with them again. I don't know why. I think it's 'cause we can't
stay mad long. Whatever. Hermione told Dumbledore. She's staying until May, because she'll be in the beginning of her third
trimester then. Kind of unthinkable. Ron suspects that he'll get a howler from his mum tomorrow. I agree.