"All's Fair in War and Love"
DISCLAIMER: All of the characters, settings, feelings toward each other, and anything else I've forgotten (that isn't mine or yours) belongs to J.K. Rowling; the bloody genius who made all this possible!
CLAIMER: Everything you don't recognize is mine, muahaha all MINE!!! Or I just don't know it belongs to someone else, so sorry if it's yours!!
Chapter I: Winter Blues
Snowflakes fell outside of Hermione's window. As her head lay against it, she could just make out the individual snowflakes stuck to the pane; all unique and not another one ever to be like them. "Too bad guys aren't like that." she thought. She sighed to herself and went back to reading her book. Just another year….. without a guy. Hermione didn't care that she didn't have one, except that everyone else did. Harry and Cho, Ron and whoever his "flavor of the week" was. He was turning into to such the little pimp. Literally. He now wore (instead of his uniform) a purple mink pimp coat, a black top hat, and carried around a cane. "Creepy" thought Hermione, then returning to her previous rant.
Even Draco had Pansy!! "See, she told herself, even Draco has a private (or not really), romance life. How pathetic am I?!? She sighed again as she pulled out her diary from her bedside table, trying to be quiet as to not wake the others. When she had retrieved it, Hermione made her way down to the Common Room, where it was a bit warmer.
While looking for a comfy spot to sit by the fire, she noticed something pinned to the bulletin board. It was a list of all the activities planned until the end of the year (even though it was still October). Debating whether to read it or not, Hermione wandered around the common room. "The house elves must have put it out when everyone was sleeping" she thought. "Everyone but me. Gosh, I must be turning into a night owl or something…" And with that, Hermione plopped herself into the closest, biggest overstuffed armchair she could find, opened her diary, pulled out her favorite quill, and promptly fell asleep.
She was standing in a big foggy room. Or maybe it was a cloud. She could hear people talking and laughing, but couldn't understand what they were saying. "Hello?, hello??" Hermione repeated over and over, without a response. She began to walk, then run, and the hallway was smaller now. The laughing was growing louder, and Hermione was running faster. Then she heard what sounded like Ron's voice.
"Every day I feel as if I'm a step sister from a fairytale. Cold, heartless, and very ugly. But I know that someday my true love…"
Why did that sound like….?
Hermione's eyes snapped open and she sat up as if she had been shot out of a cannon. As she sat up, she remembered. She had fallen asleep in the common room the night before, and left her diary unlocked on her lap. "How could I have been so stupid?!?" she silently asked herself. Cursing loudly (sending most of the younger Griffindors scattering behind chairs and up tapestries) Hermione marched over to Ron, Colin Creevey, Harry, and the numerous other Griffindor boys crowded around the book and snatched up her diary.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you NOT TO TOUGH OTHER PEOPLE'S BELONGINGS?" she bellowed at all of them. (Making Ron's top hat fly across the room.)
Hermione looked around. All of the common room was filled with wided eyes viewers. There was silence for a second, exchanged looks, then gales of hysterical laughter from all angles. Hermione stormed upstairs in a rage of fury, followed by the rest of the disgusted Griffindor females.
Hermione could hear Harry still running after her, being pelted by random objects such as perfume bottles and books by Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell, Alicia Spinett, and Ginny Weasley.. "Wait Mio," he was calling. "we were just having fun!! Please just come back!"
"Yeah right" though Hermione furiously. Fighting back the enormous tears, Hermione ran back to her dorm room, clutching her precious diary .
A/N: So, first chapter of my first fan fiction. Please R&R and leave suggestions/thoughts/opinions!! Thanks bunches!!
