Chapter one: The diary entry

Author's note: Heya, mates! Now, this is my verry first fanfic that I actually updated, so... Go easy on me, ok? It's not my first written fanfic, thought, I wrote loads of them for the past few years, but, the thing is, there are all just way too weird for others to read. xD I think that this is the first one worth updating, but if I'm wrong... Well, than what the heck!, I tried, didn't I? So, enough chit-chat, let's get to work! I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writting it! So, good luck to all of us! :D

Discalmer: I most definitely do NOT own Harry Potter.

January 30th

Dear diary,
Now it has been a week since I last saw him. They won't let me visit or come anywhere near him. It beaks me apart not knowing whether he'll be alright or not. Today I caught myself, for the very first time in my life, wondering my mind about him in the middle of Potion class and I surely paid my price for it when Snape caught me off-guard for a question. 10 points from Gryffindoor for not paying attention in class. Like I cared anymore. My world was falling apart and I just couldn't get myself to act regular anymore. I can see the worry in Harrys' eyes, he knows something is up with me. To be perfectly honest, I never expected any less from him. But, on the other side, Ron is completely oblivios about it. Hehe, it's kind of funny, when you think of it, really. Until it is completely needed, Ron wouldn't dare leave his little happy world where everything is completely fine. Cruel, cruel reality. I fear that it will hit him some day too hard, because of that. And now, here I am, talking about Ron, when I'm actually desperately trying not to think about HIM. About how's he there, in the Hospital wig, all by himself, suffering in pain and no one is there to comfort him. No one is there to say to him that everything is going to be alright. That he's gonna be just fine. But, none of us can even get ourselves to say anything like that, because I fear that none of us are now even sure about his condition. It gets worse from day to day, and I overheard Snape talking to Dambledore, this morning, about how he thinks that he might be left with less than a month of life. Now I feel nothing more, nothing more inside than numb. I cry myself to sleep every night, just to wake up in the morning, desperately wishing that all of this is just some dream, some nightmare. But I'm not that fortune. I'm afraid not. And by every minute I fear that I'll never get to say those words to him. That I'll never get to say "I love you, Draco ".

Hermione closed her journal with a sad gasp and got up to streach. After she looked through the window to the cold December snow gently falling, she stepped out from her empty Heads common room and with a determend look, headed to Dumbledores' office. The moment she came into the light room, she heard his gentle voice.
"Miss Granger, what do I owe for this pleasant visit?" , he turned to face her from the high window and smiled friendly, looking at her through his half-moon shaped glasses.
"Professor" , Hermione began.
He could see that the things had began to affect her. She looked tired, with big black bags under her eyes from many sleepless nights, her usually tidy and ironed clothes were now wrinkled and out of place, her face was pale and he could see her hands twitching and shaking.
He looked at her worriably before interrupting her.
"Miss Granger, I think that both you and I are aware of what consequences can be caused if I let you see him."Of course, he knew exactly why she came to him, as usual, she thought.
"But, professor, I just..." , she stared at him, begging and pleading just with her look to make an exception, "I just want to talk to him, I promise I won't bother him for long, I just want to see him, to hear his voice, that's all I ask for, please sir" , she begged him, tears starting to form in her eyes for she could see that it was no use, he wouldn't let her.
"I fear, miss Granger, that I'll have to turn you down once more for he is not in the condition to have any sort of visitors, especially you." , he looked at her sadly.
"I am truly sorry". She shook her head and headed for the door, leaving his office with a heavy sound of shutting the door. Just as she walked out, she bumped into someone and fell backwords letting out a surprised gasp. Hermione looked up to see the person she walked into and realized it was Harry. He was staring at her with a worried look on his face and that is when she realized her cheeks were wet from tears and her eyes were puffy and red from crying. Harry held out his hand towards Hermione to help her to her feet and she grabbed it, staring at the floor as she stood before one of her closest friends.
" 'Mione, what's wrong?" , Harry put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her, but she jerked it off.
" 'Mione, you've been acting strange ever since Malfoy's gone. Are you sertain your alright?" , he looked deeply into her eyes just to see as they filled up with tears again. She shook her head and started walking away from him. She did not want him to see her crying. It was bad enough he saw her all messed up like this, she didn't want to trouble him anymore.
" 'Mione wait!" , Harry called after her, but she ignored him, only to start running from him.
"Hermione! Hermione Granger, you stop now! Hermione, I just want to help you!" , he caught up to her and grabbed her arm, tightening his gasp to be sure she couldn't escape again. "Hermione, look at me" .
She was shivering in his grip, staring hopelessly at her feet. Tears were slowly running down her cheeks, but no matter how much she tried to deny it to herself, she knew very good that Harry was aware of them. So he let go of her arm and pulled her into an embrance, moving his hand gently down her back in comfort. She rested her head on his shoulder, quiatly sobing. After a while, Harry moved away slightly from her, stil holding her shoulders tightly and looked her deeply in the eyes." 'Mione, you know you can tell me everything. I'll keep it a secret, I promise!, Just tell me what's bothering you so much." Hermione let out one last sad sob, before taking his hand and leeding him to her now lonely common room.
"You are yet to discover." , she whispered to herself, quiatly.
She muttered the password to the knight in the portrait and as he opened it up, she quickly drove Harry inside, closing the door shut behind her. She slowly walked to the coach and sat there, waiting for Harry to join her. As he did, she began her story.
"It all started on September 1st..."

Note: Ok, so let's call this one a 'test ride' and if you guys liked it, please review or comment or whatever, if you want me to continue on with this story. And believe me, the second chapter is more interesting x]]