Dear Diary,

Today's class in Muggle Studies was actually very interesting today.

Most of the things I knew, of course, but I still took notes. Maybe a little TOO much...

But I surprised myself, and found out something I didn't even know.

I was in love with Harry Potter. My BEST FRIEND.

It's weird because I've never felt this way before...about ANYONE really. How can I love him...

More than a brother?

It's been six years. Nothing's changed at all. He's still the same Harry and I'm still the same Hermione.

But I don't feel the same.

I ended up staring at the back of his head, all class period, thinking about where we were in our friendship.

I realized how much I liked his hair, his eyes, his lips when they curved into a smile. I also came to a conclusion about his voice too.

Good Merlin. If I tell him, it'll ruin our friendship. If I DON'T tell him, he'll end up with someone else. What am I gonna do...?

H.

Harry was almost literally frozen to the spot as he read it. He had been on his way back to the Gryffindor Common Room when he saw a journal on the florr near the Portrait Hole. And as soon as he picked it up, to see who it belonged to, he saw his name and began to read. He swore that he had been reading the passage for the tenth time. His mind soon became a sudden blur as he read through it once more. This couldn't be Hermione's. But he knew her handwriting. It was her's alright. He just couldn't believe it...

"Password?" Said the Portrait Lady.

"Fortuna Maidra." He muttered, barely moving his lips or tearing his eyes off the page.

She swung open to let him enter. Harry walked through the Portrait Hole, slowly with a small smile growing on his lips. He heard the turning of a page and looked up as he entered the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione herself was on the couch near the fire, her nose buried in a thick-set book. Her brown eyes looked up and met his when she heard footsteps.

"Hello, Harry." She said. "You've just come back from Quidditch practice?"

"Hi, Hermione." He replied, clearing his dry throat, his palms were sweaty. "Yeah, I did."

"Hmm..." Her eyes fell back to her book. "Where's Ron and Ginny?"

"Ginny's on her way because she's with Dean. Ron got caught in the corridor by Lavendar." He shuddered.

"Oh, I see..."

Harry hesitated, seeing that she was already occupied. "Er, Hermione?"

"Yes?" She looked up again.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you or anything but..." He held out her journal slowly. "I-Is this...yours?"

Hermione's eyes went wide; she blushed in embarrassment, feeling self-conscious. "My journal..." Her voice was quiet. "Yes, that's mine." She got up and walked over to him to get it. "Where'd you...find it?"

He handed it over to her without looking her in the eye. "Outside of the Portrait Hole."

"O-oh..." She breathed, not meeting his eyes either. "Did you...open it?"

"Mhmm..."

"And...uh...did you...read it?"

Harry ran his fingers through his hair nervously. "A little..."

She blushed deeper. "Oh...um..."

"Er..."

"Th-thank you for, um, finding it for me..." She muttered, so low she didn't know he could hear.

"No problem..."

Hermione began backing away at a slow pace. "I'll...see you...tomorrow then...?"

"Y-yeah..." Harry nodded. "Tomorrow."

"Goodnight."

He got the urge to look at her. "Goodnight, Hermione."

She nodded before turning around and, shakily, heading up to the Girls' Domitories.