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Confessions of a Teenage Angst Machine

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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.

Later

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 conversation?

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.

I probably won't update this, due to the fact that I really don't like it. Maybe I'll update when I...am on vacation, or something.

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