Dear Diary

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.

Dear Diary,

It has been almost two month’s since Pansy’s funeral, I’m sorry for not writing, but Ron has been watching me more closely than before.

When we were at the funeral, I spent as much time as I could with Harry.

The first time I had shown up at work with a bruise from Ron, he had noticed.

Of course being the hero that he is he asked me what happened.

I told him that I had slipped after mopping the floors.

My mom had taught me at an early age that manual labor is most rewarding and I happen to agree.

He looked skeptical, but he let the matter drop.

Every time I came into work with a new bruise, he would ask more questions.

I have always been surprised at how observant Harry is.

I must also admit I’m surprised he never married.

He’s not the shy, scrawny kid he used to be.

Now, he’s tall and so muscular.

It’s not just his body that should have attracted a woman by now; it was the fact that he genuinely cares about people or maybe it is his smile that drew me to him.

…………

Did I just write that?

I’m not attracted to Harry … Right?

Gods, how I wish you were one of those books that talked back.

Then at least you could give me some advice.

I have no one to talk to; I can‘t go to Ginny and tell her that her brother is an abusive bastard and that I’m suddenly attracted to Harry. She never ever would understand understand.

It must be the hormones of being pregnant.

I can’t like Harry.

I can’t tell him what’s going on either.

God, he would kill Ron and think me a coward for staying so long.

I have secretly been putting money away for the last few months so that at least when I run away with my baby we’ll have a little money.

I wonder what people will think when I leave.

I wonder if they will put up a fuss.

Who cares about me, not my husband, he only uses me as a punching bag or a sex slave.

Do you know what?

I’ve finally found a curse that is worthy of my husband.

It’s very old and women who couldn’t stand to see their husbands cheat on them used it in the Middle Ages.

It is supposed to … hmmm… how do I write this?

Well the description I found says that it makes the male who is being cursed feel as if his genitals are being whacked repeatedly whenever he feels lust or anger of the sexual nature.

One of the men who had been cured by this said that it had felt like his testicles had been continuously been trampled on by warhorses.

And from my research warhorses were HUGE!

I guess you could consider it wrong for a wife to look forward to the day when her husband will never be able to get an erection again.

With every day that passes my dreams come closer and closer becoming reality.

I will leave and I will protect my baby … I just have to bide my time.

I have to go, dinner again.

I will try and write tomorrow, but no promises.

Until then

I shall say good-bye

Sincerely,

Hermione Weasley

Ps did I tell you I'm having a daughter? I found out last month.
Two more months and it will all be over.
Ron Weasley will never touch another woman again!