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"Take everything from the inside and throw it all away Cuz I swear for the last time I won't trust myself with you"
I don't think I'm supposed to be awake this late. It's definitely past curfew. Draco went out to do the rounds, though, so I'm alone in the tower tonight. Yeah, Draco made Head Boy. That's a long story though; he wasn't first pick (ha ha!), but we've been getting on well, so I shouldn't speak poorly of him.
Wow, sorry, off on a tangent. I'm Hermione Granger, nice to meet you. I'm this year's Head Girl, and am currently very lonely. After a few more nasty incidences involving some poor house elves, it was decided Crookshanks would be better at my parent's home, so there we are. I'm utterly alone.
Wait, I hear a piano. Draco's back from the rounds.
Yes, Draco plays piano. Shocked me too, you bet. He's actually quite good, has beautiful piano hands as well.
It's surprisingly warm in my gorgeous room. You'd be surprised how cold a castle can get at night, but all the candles in my room help. I'm a bit of a candle nut. Anyway. My room is scarlet and gold. Not that I had much of a choice of the colours, but it's just as well. I always did like red. Something sort of sexy about red, eh?
I'm still single. Not that I haven't been kissed, mind you. Just nothing serious, which is fine with me.
Okay, fine. I'm lying. I wish I had that something wonderful. But I don't and there's no use wishing for it, truthfully.
We can see the lake from up here. Being Head Girl or Boy is worth it just for the view. Why am I looking out the window, listening to Draco play piano, feeling sorry for myself instead of catching some much-needed (as Draco reminds me daily) beauty rest?
You tell me.
Well, I'm actually waiting to hear from Harry. Dear Harry who is currently in hiding. It's November, and a month or so ago, Harry was taken away in the night. At least he is with Sirius, which I'm sure makes him very happy. But we miss him. Everyone does, even the professors. Ron and I have received a total of two owls from him, very brief ones at that. We worry about him, of course. He moves around often and quickly. Spies on both sides keep each other informed of Harry-whereabouts and death-eater-whereabouts.
Quite confusing, yes, I know. I know very little about what's actually happening. The only reason I ever was informed was because I was a best friend of Harry's. Sigh. Dear Harry.
He was Head Boy before Draco, did I mention that? He followed in dead dad's footsteps, and made Head Boy. Draco was, of course, second choice, and took over his duties when Harry left.
Anyway. I see Ron every so often. We kind of cling to each other. A lot of "remember when..?" stories are told. I think the others kind of feel sorry for us. A threesome just isn't the same when you're missing someone.
Wow, that came out weird. You know what I mean. Ron and I don't have too much to talk about. Harry and I spent a lot of the past summers together, so we made a lot of memories.
I'm talking as though Harry's dead. God, what a terrible thought. He'll be back any day now! Just a matter of weeks.
Maybe months.
Hell, I don't know. I make myself believe he'll be home before Christmas. But he may not.
Draco said little about it, luckily. I don't think he would've survived me had be been going on about Harry constantly. Draco actually says very little these days. I mean, we talk about school stuff, and we have to hold meetings with prefects and stuff. Some friendly banter, too. Sharing the bathroom can be complicated, but we actually get along all right. He's quieter this year, more withdrawn. He still talks to his Slytherin buddies and such, and his house has dominated the Quidditch field since Harry's departure.
It was weird, getting used to living with him. I used to creep around with my wand, afraid he was around the corner, waiting to hex me. After awhile, it was like...
Whatever. He admitted later that he'd done the same thing, heh.
Right now, we've been planning the Winter Ball. I think Dumbledore is trying to keep a lot of students at school this year. But I've got plans. I wont be here.
Okay, enough of this. I might go fool around on the piano with Draco for a bit.
Wow, that came out funny again.
I can play piano, too. Have I mentioned that?
"Take everything from the inside and throw it all away Cuz I swear for the last time I won't trust myself with you"
I don't think I'm supposed to be awake this late. It's definitely past curfew. Draco went out to do the rounds, though, so I'm alone in the tower tonight. Yeah, Draco made Head Boy. That's a long story though; he wasn't first pick (ha ha!), but we've been getting on well, so I shouldn't speak poorly of him.
Wow, sorry, off on a tangent. I'm Hermione Granger, nice to meet you. I'm this year's Head Girl, and am currently very lonely. After a few more nasty incidences involving some poor house elves, it was decided Crookshanks would be better at my parent's home, so there we are. I'm utterly alone.
Wait, I hear a piano. Draco's back from the rounds.
Yes, Draco plays piano. Shocked me too, you bet. He's actually quite good, has beautiful piano hands as well.
It's surprisingly warm in my gorgeous room. You'd be surprised how cold a castle can get at night, but all the candles in my room help. I'm a bit of a candle nut. Anyway. My room is scarlet and gold. Not that I had much of a choice of the colours, but it's just as well. I always did like red. Something sort of sexy about red, eh?
I'm still single. Not that I haven't been kissed, mind you. Just nothing serious, which is fine with me.
Okay, fine. I'm lying. I wish I had that something wonderful. But I don't and there's no use wishing for it, truthfully.
We can see the lake from up here. Being Head Girl or Boy is worth it just for the view. Why am I looking out the window, listening to Draco play piano, feeling sorry for myself instead of catching some much-needed (as Draco reminds me daily) beauty rest?
You tell me.
Well, I'm actually waiting to hear from Harry. Dear Harry who is currently in hiding. It's November, and a month or so ago, Harry was taken away in the night. At least he is with Sirius, which I'm sure makes him very happy. But we miss him. Everyone does, even the professors. Ron and I have received a total of two owls from him, very brief ones at that. We worry about him, of course. He moves around often and quickly. Spies on both sides keep each other informed of Harry-whereabouts and death-eater-whereabouts.
Quite confusing, yes, I know. I know very little about what's actually happening. The only reason I ever was informed was because I was a best friend of Harry's. Sigh. Dear Harry.
He was Head Boy before Draco, did I mention that? He followed in dead dad's footsteps, and made Head Boy. Draco was, of course, second choice, and took over his duties when Harry left.
Anyway. I see Ron every so often. We kind of cling to each other. A lot of "remember when..?" stories are told. I think the others kind of feel sorry for us. A threesome just isn't the same when you're missing someone.
Wow, that came out weird. You know what I mean. Ron and I don't have too much to talk about. Harry and I spent a lot of the past summers together, so we made a lot of memories.
I'm talking as though Harry's dead. God, what a terrible thought. He'll be back any day now! Just a matter of weeks.
Maybe months.
Hell, I don't know. I make myself believe he'll be home before Christmas. But he may not.
Draco said little about it, luckily. I don't think he would've survived me had be been going on about Harry constantly. Draco actually says very little these days. I mean, we talk about school stuff, and we have to hold meetings with prefects and stuff. Some friendly banter, too. Sharing the bathroom can be complicated, but we actually get along all right. He's quieter this year, more withdrawn. He still talks to his Slytherin buddies and such, and his house has dominated the Quidditch field since Harry's departure.
It was weird, getting used to living with him. I used to creep around with my wand, afraid he was around the corner, waiting to hex me. After awhile, it was like...
Whatever. He admitted later that he'd done the same thing, heh.
Right now, we've been planning the Winter Ball. I think Dumbledore is trying to keep a lot of students at school this year. But I've got plans. I wont be here.
Okay, enough of this. I might go fool around on the piano with Draco for a bit.
Wow, that came out funny again.
I can play piano, too. Have I mentioned that?