Forever Friends

But from that moment on, Hermione Granger became their friend. There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them. (Halloween, Book 1)

I am rereading the Harry Potter series, thanks to Ariel, and I absolutely adore it. The last time I read the series was maybe when I was seven till when the last book came out, so I didn't get to much out of it, but now, I'm soaking up everything I can get. The wittiness, the adventure, the suspense, the romance (though there isn't too much now; I'm only on book 4), everything. I love it all.

I especially love the friendship between Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and I long for something remotely like it. Lately I haven't really had some best friends for a while now, and I am kinda getting annoyed with (most) girls. (If you are reading this blog, you are not one of those girls.) I want, more than anything else, to be best friends with boys. Strange, huh? I don't want any romantic feelings at all, just pure friendship.

Yeah, I know what you are probably thinking, if I want to be friends with someone, why don't I? Well, in my insane mind, it's not that easy. Sure, I'm friends with plenty of boys, but not best friends. One major set back is that I hate flirting and I don't want to appear to be flirting with anyone. Another thing is, I want to have that initial spark, the thing that starts a friendship, like knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll.

"You know," said Ron, whose hair was on end because of all the times he had run his fingers through it in frustration, "I think it's back to the old Divination standby."
"What -- make it up?"
"Yeah," said Ron, sweeping the jumble of scrawled notes off the table, dipping his pen into some ink, and starting to write.
"Next Monday," he said as he scribbled, "I am likely to develop a cough, owing to the unlucky conjunction of Mars and Jupiter." He looked up at Harry. "You know her -- just put in loads of misery, she'll lap it up."
"Right," said Harry, crumpling up his first attempt and lobbing it over the heads of a group of chattering first years into the fire. "Okay... on Monday, I will be in danger of --er-- burns."
"Yeah, you will be," said Ron darkly, "we're seeing the skrewts again on Monday. Okay, Tuesday, I'll...erm..."
"Lose a treasured possession ," said Harry, who was flicking through Unfogging the Future for ideas.
"Good one," said Ron, copying it down. "Because of...erm... Mercury. Why don't you get stabbed in the back by someone you thougt was a friend?"
"Yeah... cool..." said Harry, scribbling it down, "because... Venus is in the twelfth house."
"And on Wednesday, I think I'll come off worst in a fight."
"Aaah, I was going to have a fight. Okay, I'll lose a bet."
"Yeah, you'll be betting I'll win my fight..."
They continued to make up predictions (which grew steadily more tragic) for another hour, while the common room around them slowly emptied as people went up to bed. (The Unforgivable Curses, Book 4)

How I wish I was best friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasly (and I wouldn't mind marrying a Weasly :))