AN: I copied and pasted this from word pad and the bold+italics weren't on, so i've redone it - this should make it clearer.
Key: When Using Diary
Hermione's thinking
Hermione
Other Person
Hermione looked at the leather book faced down on the floor, intrigued, she picked it up. Upon further inspection she realised it was a diary, throwing it down immediately she stared at it. Nothing happened but she continued staring at it. Ever since second year she hadn't trusted diaries, especially not mysterious leather diaries she found on the floor. However on this occasion curiosity got the better of her and she picked it up again. She turned around checking to see if perhaps the owner of the diary had come to retrieve it, seeing nobody around she headed back to her dorm.
"Hey Hermoine, what's that?" Draco said pointing at the diary in her hand. Hermione considered telling him. Since the war had ended he had been tolerable, and since having been elected head boy he had become close to a friend, however this didn't mean he wouldn't tease her about it. After a moments hesitation she replied "Hi Draco, It's a diary" He chuckled lightly until he noticed her glaring at him, "Sorry, I just didn't have you pegged as the diary type. Weaslette seems more the type. I know Pansy has one." Hermione glared at the Weaslette comment but laughed when he mentioned Pansy. "I thought you agreed to be nice to my friends? And I'd hate to read Pansy's diary. 'Dear Diary, Draco saw me looking at him today and he didn't shout at me. It must be L-O-V-E!' 'Dear Diar-" Draco scowled "Stop, Please, No more" He mocked, before laughing. "Weaslet-Ginny doesn't like me anyway. Nor her brother." Hermione shook her head in frustration, "I'll have more words with them. Just please, try to be civil with them? I've got to go." After hearing Draco promise to be civil - hand on heart in mock, she walked of to her room to look through the diary.
Blank. It was a blank diary? Hermione flicked through hoping to find at least a name. Maybe she was reading it backwards? No, that wouldn't make sense. She turned back to the front page as writing appeared.
Hello. I see you've found my Diary.
How curious.
And who will I be returning it to?
She asked after scrambling about for a quill and a pot of ink.
Keep it, I insist, after all i have a second. A backup copy of this if you will.
This was too familiar.
This is too much like second year. With Tom Riddle's Diary. Who are you?
It is a bit like that isn't it? So you're in seventh year then, and undoubtedly a gryffindor. Only difference is that in Tom Riddle's Diary the writing disappeared after having been written am I correct?
Hermione frowned at the Diary. Whoever had the back-up copy was avoiding telling her who they were.
Undoubtedly a Gryffindor, How so? And yes I am in seventh year, I'm assuming you are as well. And that you're not a Gryffindor...
Harry Potter shared the ins and outs of what happened with the Gryffindors in his year, he only shared a breif with other houses and years - apart from the Weasley twins - when they asked him. And how do you know I'm not a Gryffindork?
Gryffindork? We'll see who's the dork.
The way you said 'Undoubtedly a gryffindor.' Also, I believe you made a slip of the quill, I'm a Gryffindor. I'll take it you're a Slytherin...
There was no slip :) How so?
Mocking now is he? or she? Heaven's forbid it's Pansy... Although they haven't mentioned Draco yet so it's unlikely it's her.
Well, Gryffindors are brave, Ravenclaws are intelligent and Hufflepuffs are... well they're sensitive and caring. And don't mock people.
Thank god i'm not a hufflepuff.
You really are a Slytherin!
I'm just joking. I bet I know who you are.
How? Surely I haven't given that away. Not that it matters...
Go on then, tell me.
Not yet. I want to make sure first. So you have to answer some questions. I'm going to ask twenty.
If I have to answer questions, then so do you. And You can only answer the question with a yes or a no.
There was no answer for a minute.
Deal. Are you a girl or a boy?
Yes.
That's not what I meant. Can I try again?
No.
And now you've asked two questions. My turn. Are you a Guy?
That's not fair! And yes.
So he's a male Slytherin. Let's see how arrogant he is.
Are you good looking?
The best, surely that gives away my identity...
But the best looking guy is in Gryffindor...
I hope you're not talking about Harry Potter?
No, but judging from your answer you clearly think he's good looking. That was your third question by the way. My go.
C'mon, that's hardly fair is it!
That sounded a lot like a question...
It lacked a question mark... Doesn't count.
Are you a prefect?
No. Are you?
It's about time you asked a relevant question. And no, I'm not.
Hmm. Why, are you not smart enough?
Apparently not, but then again, clearly you're not either. That was your fifth question btw.
What does that mean?
It means By The Way. That was your sixth question btw.
Wow, this has GOT TO BE CHEATING!
I take pride in knowing i've never cheated. Have you ever been out with Pansy Parkinson?
Yes, but who hasn't right. She's the slut of Slytherin, much like that Lavender.
I would tell you to have more respect for them, but it's true.
I'll take it you don't like them. So are you female?
Yes.
Interesting...
Not really, That Was your seventh question.
Thanks. Because I struggle in counting, I really need your help.
Well, you are a Slytherin.
Are you scared of anything?
Yes.
Ugh, now I have to waste another question.
What are you scared of?
That was your sixth question BTW
Funny, but you didn't answer my question.
Fine! I'm scared of the dark and tight spaces. You're not allowed to tell anyone!
I don't even know who you are. Yet.
But I know who you are. A while back you asked me if I was good looking.
Yeh, I remember.
I see your too smart for my tricks,
I like to think so.
Are you good looking?
No, I'm fairly plain looking.
I think you're lying.
I can assure you i'm not.
Well then you shouldn't have picked up that diary.
What do you mean? Hello? Slytherin Boy Person!
Hmm. How strange. "Hermione, Get out here!" Hermione looked up remembering that she wasn't in the world of the diary anymore. She had finished off her last bottle of ink and wouldn't have a chance to get some more until Friday. Today was Monday. Snape is going to love this. She walked out of her dorm and sat down on the sofa in the common room. "What do you want Dra-" She stared at his toned body before looking away, blushing furiously. "Did you do this!" He was holding something, Hermione forced herself to look back at him - not that it took much convincing. She couldn't contain her laughter at what she saw. He was holding his robes in an outstretched arm - only his clothes were toddler size. "DID! YOU! DO! THIS!" She shook her head furiously, unable to stop laughing and falling of the sofa in the process. "It's not funny!" He walked over to where Hermione now lay on the floor. "Lets see how you like it eh? Reducio!" She rolled at the last second "Reducio!" She tried to run but he grabbed her around her waist and held her against the sofa, "Reducio!"
Harry burst through the portrait, "Hermione, Draco I got your ow-" He stood still in the middle of the room looking at the pair. Draco was attempting to cut off Hermione's - now - far too small shirt as she tried to cover her self up. "What... Happened?" Draco laughed, "Somebody reducio'd all of my clothes - which is why I'm in only breifs, and Hermione thought it was funny, so I reducio'd her wardrobe as well as the clothes she's wearing - only now they're too tight and we're struggling to get them off." Harry laughed until both Hermione and Draco held their wands at him. He stopped immediately. "You know it's irreversable right?" Draco's face fell, "Why, Why didn't you tell me?" He looked accusingly at Hermione before she replied, "Two things, first, I tried to before you reducio'd all of my clothes, and second can you please just cut of this damn shirt I can't breath." Harry laughed and transfigured a pair of scissors.
"Now what?" Harry asked. "I have to alert Professor Mcgonagall, I have to get new clothes ASAP" Draco nodded in agreement before pointing out something important, "We're in our underwear..." Hermione looked pleadingly at Harry who handed over his robes, "You'll have to flew and you guys are going to have to borrow some clothing from me and Ginny for muggle stores." Draco nodded before asking "If she's got your robe, what am I going to wear?"
Hermione laughed the whole way to Gryffindor tower - seeing as it was the closest house. Draco was trying to hide his near naked body in the shadows but was failing miserably, "I will Reducio you again!" But that didn't stop her. "Draco! That was my robe! Harry complained as he attempted to hide Hermione from bystanders - failing miserably. Luckily they were at the door of Gryffindor. Unluckily for Hermione, the common room was currently heavily occupied with men. Ginny gasped, "Hermione come here!" Hermione obliged as Draco followed ignoring the death glare he recieved from Ron Weasley. Unfortunately for Hermione the girls Dorms were on the other side of the room and she had to walk past all of her fellow Gryffindors to get to it. Blushing at the wolf whistles she recieved, she hurried into the dorm. "What happened!" Ginny shouted glaring at Draco. Harry quickly explained, before the four - now fully clothed - wizards headed to Mcgonagall's office. Shooing the boys at the peep-hole branding them as 'Vultures' Ginny lead them out of the Gryffindor tower, whilst Hermione was held back being asked to the ball by every guy in the tower. Except Ron of course.