Falling for Ronald Weasley

Ever since third year, I'd been having an internal battle with myself, trying to fight my feelings for that red-haired, lanky, muscley, and tall, and... No! No! Why? Why him? Why my best friend? *sighs* If only I knew he liked me too, then I would be okay with it, more than okay in fact; we'd be dating, happy and loving. Oh, I wish for that so much... May, maybe he does wish for it; maybe he does love me!

Oh goodness! Did I just say love? Well, I suppose I have loved him since third year, and he is so sweet, and funny, and handsome, and I bet he's an amazing kisser. Wait, where on earth did that sentiment come from? Oh, goodness, I bet I'm going to start fantasizing about him and everything, like those silly girls ( Lavendar and Pavarti) do. But yeah, it would be so cute if we were to just be strolling along by the lake, alone, and he would just stop and look at me and express his undying love for me, and I would have tears in my eyes and he would take that as a yes, and just lower his head to my lips and . . . kiss me. Oh, gosh . . .