Hermione

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September 1, 1997

'Dear Diary,

That sounded terribly cliche. I must come up with something better to start my entries with. But that will do for now.

I'll introduce myself for formality's sake.

I, Hermione Jane Granger, being of sound body and a relatively sound mind, have decided to start a diary to keep my intelligent thoughts in, and to keep my head from bursting with stress.

Oh yes, it's very stressful being Hermione Granger. Yes, mostly because I am one of Harry Potter's best friends.

I mean, I have to constantly keep him from getting into trouble. If it weren't for me he would've accidentally exploded himself in 6th year. Yes I am the wizarding world's hero's savior.

I deserve a medal.

But did I get a medal? A gift certificate? A thank you card? A "well done, Hermione"?

No. You know what I got?

A glare and the title of "Most Meddlesome"

Nobody appreciates me. Maybe I should just jump off the Astronomy Tower and get it over with-'

"You tried that," A voice whispered in Hermione's ear. "And your survival instincts kicked in and you grabbed onto a window ledge screaming bloody murder."

Hermione shrieked and whirled around to face Harry Potter.

"Have you ever heard of this new invention called privacy?" She snapped.

Harry just smiled and took a seat next to hers.

"What're you doing in this empty compartment?" he asked.

We were in the Prefect's compartment. It was a large compartment with a wooden table in the middle and comfy seats surrounded the table.

"Waiting for prefects." Hermione said "Which reminds me- Get out."

Harry faked a hurt look.

"Why?"

"This compartment is for the Heads and Prefects only."

Harry grinned and showed her the Head Boy badge hidden underneath his robes.

"For Merlin's sake, Harry, it's not a bloody police badge. Wear it on your robes, not underneath."

"It's more fun this way" Harry said, putting his feet up on the table.

The Prefects were beginning to file in, Ron grinned at Hermione before taking a seat next to Harry.

Hermione cleared her throat for everyone's attention.

The compartment fell silent-

"Haha. I can't believe Dumbledore made you Head Boy."

"That hurts, Ron. Pass me a chocolate frog."

"So... How about the Head Girl?"

"She's in denial-"

"Quiet!" Hermione shouted, flushing.

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'In denial? About what? What is there to be in denial about? No. I can't be in denial.

Oh great.

Now I'm in denial about being in denial.

You must think I'm stupid.

Great. Now even inanimate objects think I'm stupid.

This is a new low, Hermione-'

"I don't think you're stupid."

Hermione shrieked.

"Stop doing that!"

'Damn Potter and his silent-ness'

"I don't appreciate the fact that you're writing about me while I'm talking to you."

"I wasn't writing about you!"

"I clearly saw your fingers writing a 'P'"

"I could've been talking about... Paul!" Hermione invented quickly. "Wait- Now you can... read fingers?"

"If you want to call it that. And Paul who?"

"Paul... Pineapple?"

Hermione cursed her lack of lying skills.

"There are no Paul Pineapples in Hogwarts!"

"Paul's a muggle! He's my- boyfriend!"

'Yes. I just admitted to my best friend that I was going out with a muggle named Paul Pineapple.

My life just gets better and better.'

"Oh."

'Maybe it's not too late to give jumping off the Astronomy Tower another chance.

Damn my survival instincts.'

"Writing about dear Paul Pineapple?" Harry asked, coolly.

"What?" Hermione asked, silently laughing at the ridiculous name she managed to invent.

"Never mind."

'Wait- is Harry jealous?

Jealous of an imaginary boy named Paul Pineapple?

Interesting.'

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Please Review! Any comments are loved. Next Chapter will be Lily's entry and I should have it out soon.