Disclaimer: I do not own anything within this story as it all belongs to J
Disclaimer: I do not own anything within this story as it all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
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Now, this is just a short recount, I've got to tell you that. This is only an excerpt from the summer after 5th year to the beginning of 6th. That's when my diary ran out of pages; that my blue, leather bound book full of blank pages. My diary began on that the last day of our 5th year at Hogwarts, on the train ride home… boy I would kill to be 15 again; I wouldn't have half the baggage I do six years later. My name is Hermione Granger. I am a broke woman who has a history with several deranged men, my friend Harry included. This is my story.
June 3, 1996
Today has been odd. While packing my trunk I found this parcel tucked away in the bottom. Upon inspection it looked alright, just a normal brown package bound with rope, but for the life of me I could not remember ever having received it. At first I thought that one of my roommates put it in my trunk by accident so I asked them about it, but none of them had seen it before either. So I opened it. Someone has left me this strange little blue book with a note that tells me it is a gift and to use it to my heart's desire. A little whimsical for my tastes, but none the less, I shall write in this to record my goings on until the parchment runs out. This year has been one of the worst any of us has seen, what with Sirius falling into the veil, the fight at the Ministry and well… the issue. I won't write about that just yet; but things have happened this year that have never happened to me, Hermione Granger, that have changed me. I almost wish I could be myself again… almost.
I realize now how proud I was. I thought I could control the world then, I thought nothing could stop me. When Dumbledore died – it was a shock no one was ready for, but even now I know that if he hadn't died we wouldn't be alive. The diary, my true little secret is the reason I'm here. The only reason I'm telling you this is because some journalist wants some easy money, and how much easier does it get than an interpretation from the horse's mouth. A biography of sorts, one could say. The first entry stopped rather abruptly, and I had every intention of going back and continuing my entry later, but I was distracted by one Mr. Malfoy. This is one thing my good friend Harry forgot to mention when he sold himself out to that Rowling woman…
Later
I can't believe the prat! Draco Malfoy is the most selfish, egotistical ferret I've ever met in my life! I was merely sitting in that compartment with Ron and Harry when he barged in! After all this time I shouldn't let him get to me but he did it again, when he calls me mudblood, something in me begins to boil. Harry and Ron drew their wands and I told them to stop, that it wasn't worth the trouble it would cause. I told them I could handle this, and sent the boys out of the compartment. My juvenile tendencies got the better of me and after calling him ferret boy and asking where his bodyguards were, because heavens knows he's too weak to protect himself, we started screaming things at each other. Well it must have gotten pretty heated because the next thing I knew we were… well were kissing. It was nothing honestly just a small peck, but then he pushed me away. My head hit the ceiling as I crumbled into the seat. I felt myself curl up in the corner with my arms wrapped around my head. I don't know how long it took for Harry and Ron to come back to the cabin, and when they did their arms were loaded with sweets. They asked me what happened, and they almost looked concerned, but I brushed them off in favor of a Sugar Quill. I couldn't admit it, but I'd enjoyed the kiss however short it had been. We've arrived, I'm finally home, after ten long months!
That was how it started, one short kiss. One short kiss that could potentially ruin everything I had worked so hard to achieve. But I knew, I knew something was going to come because of June 3rd. I just didn't know what…
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Well, that's the end of the Introduction. This is sort of like a preview. Review if you enjoyed this.
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