A/N: I love the Dramione pairing, and have been wanting to write a fanfic of them for quite a while but couldn't think of anything outside of the usual head boy/girl or Hermione and Ron split up or one dared to get with the other and end up falling in love scenarios. Eventually, this came to me as I was watching "A Cinderella Story". Of course, they don't have mobiles or computers so they had to have something else with which they could communicate and that is how the linked diaries came to be. Please read and review, reviews do make me happy :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did then this would not be "fan" fiction!
Fifteen-year-old Hermione Granger sighed as her friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, ran into Quality Quidditch Supplies. The three friends had come to Diagon Alley to get the last of their books and equipment for their sixth year at Hogwarts, and now that they had bought everything, Harry and Ron were heading into one of their favourite shops where they would no doubt spend an hour at the least.
Hermione, having no real interest in Quidditch, turned and re-entered Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore. When she had come in earlier with the boys, they had simply purchased their textbooks and left, but Hermione loved the store and was pleased that she had some time to browse on her own.
A while later, she took a small selection of books up to the counter. The old woman took the money from Hermione and packed them into a bag, noticing how the young girl's gaze drifted across the street towards the Quidditch shop. A small smile came to her face as she reached under the counter and pulled out a leather-bound diary.
"Sometimes, it helps to talk about things." She said, her voice filled with wisdom. "But sometimes, when there seems to be no one to talk to, it helps to write one's feelings down on paper."
Hermione glanced back at the woman, then down at the diary. She briefly wondered how the old woman had known that she often found it hard to talk to her friends when it came to her own life, but she didn't think too much of it. She had long ago come to realise that some people in the Magical Community had great insight into the minds of others.
She was just starting to count out some more money, when the old woman spoke again.
"No, dear. This is a gift. I only ask that you promise you will use it. I think it may help you more than you realise."
"Thank you." Hermione smiled, not noticing the knowing twinkle in the old woman's eyes.