The Diary

The Diary

A.N and Disclaimer: Okay I don't own anything except the plot. This is an H/H romance and if you don't like it that way too bad HA HA HA HA HA! This is rated G because nothing really happens (nothing romantic at least). Also please review because if I get a lot of positive ones I will add a sequel and flames are totally not cool (hey that's a joke) :: readers laugh::! Any ways please review *gets down on knees* Pleassse! Puleasssssssssssse! Also be gentle. This is my first fic ever! Well anyway here is my story. Hope you like it!

In the girls dorm room:

Dear Diary,

Why can't he see that I like him? I've loved him since our first year with is messy black hair and piercing green eyes. Can't he see the truth? I love him more then life itself. Maybe this year Harry will realize this.

Love

Hermione

Meanwhile in the boys dorm room:

Dear Journal,

I love her more then anything. I wish I had the guts to tell her. She is so beautiful with her chestnut hair and her sparkle in her eye. I just wish I had the guts to tell her that I love her.

~ Harry

The next day Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in the common room. Hermione was doing her Transfiguration homework and Harry and Ron were busy making up their deaths in the near future. At 10:00 they all headed up to their dorms. Hermione's pile of work was right next to Harry's work. As they both reached for their stuff their arms brushed sending shivers up their spines. Embarrassed Hermione hurried up the stairs grabbing her black diary.

In the girls dorm room:

Hermione was upset at herself and couldn't understand why she had run away. He was after all her friend. She pulled out her diary but in fact it wasn't hers it was Harry's Hermione realized. Suddenly she saw the last line" I just wish I had the guts to tell her."

She cried out silently thinking he loves someone else not me. He could never love me.

Meanwhile in the guys' dorm, Harry was hanging out with Ron. Finally Ron got tired and went to bed around 11:00. Only then did Harry pull out his black journal. He began to write.

Dear Journal,

Today we brushed arms. Every touch, every look makes me shiver with delight. She is so beautiful. I love her, my Hermione.

- Harry

A.N: Okay there it is. If you want me to continue let me know. Please review and no flames. Thanks. Bye