A/N: Hey this is a new story drawn up from my twisted mind...enjoy
(Takes place after seventh book)

Hermione POV:

Well, seventh year isn't like i expected, for one I was in the year that was below me for most of my time here. Two, Ronald refuses to speak with me after we broke up last month. Three, Harry, Ginny and Luna have sided with Ron, leaving me with basically no one to talk to. Neville has taken a liking to me after I was able to explain why i left Ron (he was quite rude, but we'll not go into details).

I was walking to my third period class, advanced runes, when he bumped into me, knocking me over and spilling my books. I landed flat on my bum. I looked down trying to hide the blush creeping up my neck.
"Oh! Hermione! are you okay? Oh, look all your books. Here I'll help you,' he said. He was so cute when he was flustered. I just nodded and started to gather my things. I had just grabbed my textbook when he and I reached for my notebook at the same time. Our hands bumped and I giggled.
"Here," he said, offering his hand to help me up. I took it and pulled myself up.
"Well," I say, "best be off the class."
"Right," he said, "see ya around."

Advanced runes class was a mistake on my part. It's sooooo boring! I sat in class doodling on my scroll while the lesson dragged on for what seemed like hours.

FINALLY! The bell rang. I rush and put some things in my bag to get up to the common room before next class period starts. At least after defense against the Dark arts I'm done with classes for the day and I can go to the library. Or out to the lake, as it's a nice day. I grab my textbook and a new quill and rush to make it to the dungeons in time for class. (A/N: Snape doesn't die but IS a good guy.) I sit in my seat just as the bell rings. There's an assignment on the board for us to work on. I pull out my scroll and book and begin to work. I finish rather quickly so I turn my scroll in to Snape and begin to doodle on a piece of scrap parchment.
"Interesting drawing Miss Granger. However I fear your love life has nothing to do with defense against the dark arts. You should best study for your quiz on the Tuesday after next." The last few words earned a collective groan from the class. I shrank back in my seat trying to avoid the glares from my classmates. The bell rang saving me from further embarrassment. I ran outside as soon as I was up the dungeon steps. I sat on the shore of the lake and set my bag down. I sit for a moment and soak up the sun. I turn to my bag and pull out a ball-point pen and my...where is it. WHERE IS IT? He has it...HE has it. This is a disaster. MY DIARY.