Tell me what you want, and I'll give you love instead.
Again, not much sleep last night. I was up for different reasons, though.
I did manage to get out with Ginny before that all happened, though. We needed to talk, and we threw around the Quaffle for a while. I'm happy that we're finding more time now. Things were so hectic in the beginning of the year.
Today I managed to wake up on time, but still didn't take a long enough shower to make me feel better. I'd have to be in there forever for that to work. I, at least, did my hair today and made it to breakfast.
I'm embarrased for Fred. I don't even know what to say to him. He's got to be beyond hungover right now. If things were awkward before, it'll be even worse now. How can he say he loves me? I hope that really was only because he was entirely sloshed. There's no way he can love me this quickly, honestly. If he says he does so soon while he's sober, I'll know for sure that he either doesn't know what love is, or that he's just playing around. I don't know. That bothered me a lot. I've always had a huge and neverending crush on him, but I'm not sure if it's love. How would I know? I've never been in love before, as far as I know, unless what I feel for Freddie is just that.
I just wish he never said that. As long as he doesn't say it while he's sober, we'll be fine. Love takes a while, not a few days.
He sleeps with a teddybear. I don't know if I'm weirded out by this or if it's cute. I think the fact that it shares the same name as my brother creeps me out a bit either way. At least he's never met my brother.
This only gets worse everyday, doesn't it?