Dear Diary
A/N: This
story is about Harry who accidentally read Hermione's Diary. It means h/h,
okay?? I love making stories in POV so this is a POV of Harry. Reviews
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Disclaimer:
Harry Potter is J. K. Rowling's. Hermione is J. K. Rowling's. Harry Potter's
not mine. Hermione's not mine. Okay??
"Lavender's
a bit lighter and Purple's a bit darker, Ron. Can't you get it right??"
Hermione said hastily. "I say that they're the same. Look, Purple and Lavender
looks like a light Violet. Now there's no lighter and there's no darker," Ron
argued. "Hey, don't say that to my two favorite colors. Just remember letter L.
L for lavender and lighter. So you won't be confused," Hermione said. "Okay.
I'll remember letter V, for Violet. They're just lighter that Violet, Hermione.
That's all! There's no difference. Right, Harry?" asked Ron. Uh oh! What will I
answer him? Yes?? No?? Well, I don't want to hurt Hermione's feelings. I like
her. And if I said something against her, she'll emote and I'm dead. I know, "I
think that Lavender is lighter, Ron. I'm sorry. I think that Hermione's right,"
Hermione
went to me and she hugged me tightly. I turned red. But I didn't let them see
my face. Then she said, "Thanks Harry, you're really the best. See, Ron?? Harry
is in my side. (Ahem) Majority, WINS," Hermione danced happily as she left the
Common Room. Ron went to me and said, "Oh well," We went to our dormitory to
have some sleep 'cause it's already 9:45pm.
"Hey,
Harry. Are you already asleep??" asked Ron. "Not yet. Why??" I answered. I'm
not yet really sleepy. Good thing that he's not yet sleeping too. "Can we play,
chess?" he asked. "Okay!" I said. I told him a rule that if someone loses, the
winner will ask the loser something or he will dare him to do something. He
agreed. I knew that I'd lose. But I have a feeling that I will win. I don't
know. Maybe, 'cause I defeated Ron in chess of 4 times already. Who knows?
* * *
At the end
of the game, I won. I know that I can do this. I asked him a stupid, and common
question that I know, "Who is your crush??" "Well, no one," he answered. My old
buddy still likes to play jokes... "Hey, man. We're fifteen years old already.
Don't tell me that you have none," I said while laughing. "Well, okay. I will
tell you. But don't tell this to others. I like Lavender Brown," I laughed. But
at least he told it to me. Then he added, "That's why I murmured a while ago
her name. And then Hermione said that her favorite colors are Purple and
Lavender. And then the argument came through," "Okay. Next game. Be ready for
my next question 'cause I'm sure that I'll win," I said with pride.
* * *
The game
we started and I lose. I'm really nervous but it's okay. He is my best friend
so I didn't worry. "Do you like Hermione??" he asked. At first I was shocked.
And I realized that I mustn't try to let myself be obvious. "Yeah, I like her
for she's intelligent, and a nice friend," I sighed and breathed heavily. I
thought that it's really a great and right answer. (Phew) "No, buddy. I mean do
you like her as you-know?? Not as a friend??" he asked. This time, I think I'm
going to faint then collapse. "Why are you asking this??" I asked defensively.
"Well, because a while ago, you said that Lavender and Purple aren't the same.
But last week, you just told me that they are. And when it's midnight, last
month. I can't sleep. And suddenly, I heard you murmuring a phrase like this,
:: Hermione, I love you... Will you marry me??? :: (laughs) I didn't know that
you like her like that. Am I right??" he said. "Okay. Okay. I admit it. I like
her. So don't tell it to anyone. Or I'll tell Lavender straightly that you like
her," I warned. We played again as I wish that I'll win
* * *
I hate
this game. I lose again. I must not have suggested this dare and question
thing. But it's fun though. At least I began to know Ron's crush. "I dare you
to go to the girls' dorm. Use your invisibility cloak if you want. But your
main objective is to get anything that Hermione owns. Bring it here," he dared
while laughing in secret. "Hey Ron! It's 11:30pm already. I'm sleepy," I said
while pretending to yawn. "That's an old style now, Harry. I knew that already.
Why didn't you do that when you asked me about Lavender? Go on," he said. I
gave him an annoying look and then I stood up. I got my invisibility cloak and
then went off. In the girls' dorm, it was pretty quiet. Every place was neat.
Well, what do I expect?? They're girls... I saw Parvati's saliva flowing. And
Lavender's blanket is already on the floor. Hermione is only the person I saw
sleeping neatly. But there's a book and pen on her blanket so that's what I
got. I walked hurriedly out of the girls' dorm. I went into our dormitory as I
saw Ron sitting on the floor and watching me remove the cloak.
We
examined what I got. And then he said, "You're really tough. This is a diary.
Nice choice!" We turned the pages into the very latest one. And there, it was
written:
Dear Diary,
It's really a nice day.
Harry got into my side into a fight with Ron. Well, it's really true. Lavender
and Purple are both lighter than Violet but Lavender is lighter than Purple.
Why does he cannot get it?? He's not just a muggle. Good thing Harry knows the
thing about colors. He's really cool. I really like having a goodnight kiss
with him. His cheeks were soft. If I just could make the goodnight kiss in the
lips... But imagine it. Every time I'm having a goodnight kiss with Ron, I
think I'm having a nightmare. Yuck! His cheeks are like burnt in a frying pan.
Ewww. But I just really have to do it so that the goodnight kisses were even.
And the hug a while ago was what I really like. His skin is so smooth. Like
babies. Oh well, I'm a bit sleepy. So bye. Gotta go!
-Hermione-
Oh, My. I
looked at Ron like I was mad at him and a bit glad. Ron looked at me like he
will laugh. You know, a teasing look!! But a while ago, I saw Ron, looked
disgustingly at the diary for what Hermione says about him. He told me to put
it back. Oh well, I did. But I really didn't want to 'cause I want to read it
over and over again.
When I reached
the girls' dorm. I saw Hermione looking at me. I guess I forgot to use my
cloak. She went to me like I killed her. She looked to me like she was about to
cry. I hugged her. And then, I placed the diary into her bed. I kissed her in
the lips. In the lips... the place where she dreamt of kissing me, and the
place where I dreamt of kissing her. I wish that it would never end. Then I
said, "Goodnight". She laughed. And I laughed too. Well, it's really a
goodnight kiss. Right???
-THE END-
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