Disclaimer: None of the character's belong to me, they all belong to J.K Rowling. I'm just using them as dolls, which I then squeeze together and make kissing noises. :)

By the way there are multiple pairings: RW/HG, CW/HG, DM/HG, HP/GW, BZ/GW

Please R&R. This is my first fanfic, and thoughts on my story are more than welcome!

Chapter 1

The war was finally over, and everything was better than any of them could imagine. It was the calm breeze after the storm. Remembering how the past few years had been so hectic, Hermione decided to keep a diary to record all her thoughts. She carried her new diary in her hand as she walked to the Hogwarts Express.

"Oye! Mione!" Someone called from behind. She knew that voice, it was the voice that had melted her heart for many years. She spun around to see Ron jogging over to her. She quickly tucked her diary into the an opening in the bag, that hung off her shoulder, and wrapped her arms around Ron once he was close enough.

"I missed you", she simply said. She'd been away at Australia, restoring her parents memories, for the last month and a half. She pressed her head into his chest, as he stroked her wild hair. He placed kisses on her forehead and whispering loving words into her hair. Hermione was the only one who could hear them, and she melted in his arms. She remembered the last time, he did this. It was at the airport, before she left for Australia to get her parents. He insisted that he should come with her, and help her find them. But she was sure that she'd have to do this alone. She also remembered the last night, they just sat on the couch for the whole night, with their arms wrapped around each other, never wanting to let go. So many moments they'd shared. It was as if nothing could ever break them, nothing and no one.

"C'mon love birds, we've got to get on", Harry smiled at Hermione and gave her a quick hug, before she was taken back by Ron. Maybe Harry can break us apart, physically, but not for long, she thought. Harry chuckled at the sight of the two teenagers, who seemed to be stuck to each other. "We don't want to miss our last year again". They had to return to Hogwarts for their 7th year to take their NEWTs. Everyone knew that Harry didn't care much about going back to school, but he was dyeing to see Ginny again, to try to fix their relationship.

"Harry, Ginny is in the train already. She got out of the house early, to leave with Luna", Ron said plainly, knowing exactly what his best friend actually wanted. Both Ron and Hermione smiled as they watched their best friend walk away.

"Let's go and get a compartment", Hermione tugged her boyfriend's arm, and dragged Ron to the train.

Dear Diary,

Here I am again! Scribbling on paper has always been a joy. I'm on the Hogwarts Express now, and Ron's head is sleeping on my lap. Oh, he looks so cute when he sleeps. I love it how he breathes so softly, and how his chest rises slowly and then falls back down. He's so... perfect! Okay, well maybe he isn't perfect, but he's perfect for me. I missed him so much. I'm glad that we're together now. I miss having his arms around me. I miss how he smiles when he sees me, he once told me that he had a special smile, which was reserved just for me. AWWWW!! Isn't that sweet?

Well anyway, enough with obsessing about my boyfriend. I can't believe that I got the Head Girl position! I'm so excited! This year is going to be amazing! Even though there aren't going to be so many people from our year, with us in school. Most of them already graduated. But thankfully, some of them are even coming back, just so that they can finish the year. Oh my God! I'm going to have classes with Ginny! Well, I probably will, considering the fact that both of us are 7th years now.

Oops! Ron's waking up now.

I'll write more later,

Hermione

Ron woke up groggily, but the second he saw whose lap his head was resting on, he couldn't help but smile. Awww, that's the smile reserved for me! Hermione's heart leapt.

"Mione? What's that?" Ron saw the diary that she was about to shove into her bag.

"Oh, it's just a diary. I thought it would be fun to record my thoughts, and then read them in the future. It would be like a time capsule, or something", Her voice rose with excitement, "It would be like I'm looking into the past, and it would be as if the past would last forever, in the future", Ron just grinned. That's the Hermione I love, he thought, she gets excited by everything she does.

"Cool! You know I heard that there's a new type of notebook, which is similar to a Pensieve, and what you do is you just touch the quill to its paper. The quill transfers all your thoughts onto the paper as words, which you can then read, like a diary. But you can also revisit that moment, like you do with a pensieve" Hermione was amazed at how he suddenly knew so much, but still loved how he listened to her and replied thoughtfully. "You know I do listen to what you say right?" He said, reading her thoughts.

"Yes, and I love that you do" She gave him a kiss on his cheek. "But where did you hear about this new notebook?"

"Well, I actually saw it in Flourish and Blotts" Hermione looked at him, with a weird look on her face. "I was there to buy my school books, until I saw this notebook. And... well..." He dragged and stuttered, "Well, I got one for you", he took out a dragon-skin covered book and handed it to Hermione.

"Ron", that's all she could say.

"I thought that you may want to remember your last year in Hogwarts, and I was hoping that I could help you fill it with great memories" He said sweetly. Hermione threw her arms around his neck, causing him to fall back on the seat with her on top of him. This was the perfect moment for a perfect kiss. They'd never actually kissed, since that one kiss before the war started. Hermione thought that a kiss should be special, and not something that's thrown around with ease. Just like the word love. Ron understood this, and they decided to reserve their lips for a 'special' moment. Ron just kissed her forehead. Hermione tilted her head up, from where it lay on his chest, to look at his face. His cute lightly freckled face, his electric blue eyes, that were partly covered by his long red hair. I want to snog him right now, she thought. Just as they started closing in, the compartment door open.

"Hermione, aren't you supposed to go to the Head compartment?" Harry's head popped in. Seeing an empty seat, he turned his head to the other side of the compartment, and saw Hermione laying on Ron. "S-s-s-sorry", he stuttered, popped his head back out and shut the door behind him. They sprung apart immediately.

"Mione, did you get the Head Girl position?" He said happily, she nodded. "Why didn't you tell me? We could have done something during the holidays. I'd have gotten you something", he planned.

"I was so busy during the holidays, with my parents. And it slipped my mind, when you woke up", she explained. "And you don't have to get me anything, anyway". She rubbed his arm reassuringly.

"You'd better get going, before Professor McGonagall gets angry, you wouldn't want to get detention from her before the school year actually starts, that'll just take away our precious snuggling time", he said half-jokingly. She gave her a quick peck on his cheek, grabbed her bags and headed to the Head compartment.

"Sorry, Hermione. I didn't know that you changed your mind about the whole kissing thing", Harry said as she past him. He was leaning against the train wall, waiting for her.

"I didn't change my mind", she said. How does he know about the kissing thing, anyway? Ron must have told him, she figured. "Nothing happened", she firmly pressed the words, hoping that they'd sink into his head.

She waved at him, hoping that he wouldn't ask anymore questions, and walked away. She could hear a compartment door opening and closng behind her, she knew that Harry was going to go and interrogate Ron about what he'd just seen. She tried to push the thought out of her head, and started to wonder who the Head Boy was. Probably Malfoy, she figured it out immediately.

Thoughts kept filtering through her head, about the Head Boy, Ron, Harry and Ginny. Are they together yet? She wondered. She was too busy with her thoughts to see where she was going, and she bumped into a hard figure. She stumbled forward and then a bit back, but two strong arms came to her resue and gripped onto her shoulder to make sure that she didn't fall.

"Are you okay?" A kind voice asked her. She followed the hands on her shoulder, up its arms, then to its neck, and she slowly tilted her head up to see who the voice belonged to. And she found a man towering over her petite body. The harsh light from the train, made her squint. But she could still see his beautiful blue eyes, and messy auburn hair.

"Charlie?" She observed. She thought that Charlie was still in Romania, with the dragons. He can't be here, can he? She wondered. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I hope that we've established that you're okay", he flashed her an adorable smile, but then got to her actual question. "Well, I was here to talk to Professor McGonagall, or Headmistress McGonagall. Hagrid was thinking about teaching 7th years about dragons, later in the year. So I came over to talk to her about it and the safety issues".

"Wow, we're learning about dragons...", Hermione and Charlie had never been very close, they'd barely talked to each other before. So she wasn't sure what else to say. She just displayed the bags in her hand, and pointed down the train corridor. "I'd better get going. Need to get to the Head's compartment".

"You're Head Girl! I knew you'd make it! Congratulations!" He stuck out his hand, which she took. He posed a serious face and shook her hand vigorously. Hermione laughed because he was clearly making fun of all the old people who believe that a 'congratulations' is always followed by a hand shake. "I'm sorry to say this but I'm kind of heading that direction too, and obviously you are uncomfortable with my presence, so I'll wait for you to go and I'll follow in a few minutes", he put it so plainly.

"No, Charlie. It's not that", she tried to explain. "It's just that I haven't talked to you much, before. And for the first time, I find myself with nothing to say, because I barely know you", she confessed, as they started walking.

"Well, I'd ask you what you want to know, right now, but we're kind of out time", he pointed to the door of the Head's compartment. "But maybe we can talk some other time", she smiled.

"I'd like that", he gave her a smile, and opened the door to the compartment for her. She gave him a goodbye wave and walked into the compartment.

"Happy are we, Granger?" Hermione spun around to see exactly who she expected, Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, I knew you'd be the Head Boy!" She applauded her intuition.

"Oh Granger, we all know that you're a bloody know-it-all. You don't need to go bloody crazy about it" He saw Hermione still smiling. Does she ever stop smiling? He groaned. "What are you so bloody happy about, anyway?" He paused for a moment. "Not that I really care, I... was just... ummmm... wondering". Why did I have to sound like such a bloody idiot? He wondered.

"Well, Malfoy, I've just been having a good day. And nothing can ruin it. Not even you", she didn't even question his stuttering, she barely heard it. She dumped her bags, sat down and began scribbling in her diary. Draco didn't even bother asking her anymore questions, but once in a while, he'd steal a glance at Hermione, with a lot on his mind.

Dear Diary,

I am now sitting in the Head's compartment. It's much more comfortable here. It's like first class on and normal train. There's a huge bathroom right outside, reserved just for us. But I have no idea what such a big bathroom is used for, especially on a train. Hmmmm... I still have no idea. Well anyway, Malfoy has stopped asking me questions about why I'm so happy. But I seriously don't get why he cares so much. I know he said that he doesn't care, but if he didn't then why would he have asked?

And I think I have a good reason to be happy. C'mon, there's Ron. Voldermort is gone! I'm going back to Hogwarts. Aren't those very obvious reasons for me to be happy. And then there's Charlie. I have a feeling that we'll become friends, like actual friends. Not just two people who know each other and talk politely. I wonder how long he's going to stay here. I can't wait to talk to him! He's just so... fascinating! Though I don't know much about him, I've always been interested, since the day Ron told me that he was a dragon keeper in Romania. And not to mention that he's amazingly hottttttt! I know I shouldn't be saying, or writing, these things. But he just is, it's like a fact that everyone who sees him would know. And just because I think that he's attractive doesn't mean that I'm attracted to him. I'm just acknowledging his good looks. He has such gorgeous eyes. They're so blue! I know that sounds really stupid, but they're different from Ron's. Charlie's eyes seem so electric. It makes him seem unhuman, and God-like. And Ron's are dark, and... well... not electric. And Charlie cut his hair a bit (since the last time I saw him), it's still pretty long, and messy, but it looks great. And unlike the rest of the Weasley family, he has brownish-red hair. And when I looked up at him, with the light glaring behind him (that made me squint), his hair had a goldish tint to it. Making him look even MORE gorgeous! And those strong arms! Wow! He has to be really strong, since he's a dragon keeper, and all. And I've got to say, he has the most adorable smile! It's really cute and lop-sided. And whenever he smiles, it seems so genuine. Oh my God! I just blabbed on about Charlie for... well a really long time. So, moving on...

Oh, I can't wait to see Ron again. I have a feeling that this year is going to be great! Hey, I have a new diary now... Hmmmm... maybe I should write in that instead.

I'm sorry Diary, but I'm going to start writing in the other diary from now on. Sorry. Hey, why is Malfoy looking at me? He keeps looking at me when he thinks I don't see it. What's he up to? I tried to be civil with him before, because we're going to be working together a lot now. But he doesn't seem to have changed.

Well... goodbye forever,

Hermione

Hermione put her old diary away, and took out the new one that Ron gave her. It was beautiful. The dragon skin was blue-green. It reminded her of peacocks. She opened the cover to see The Diary of Hermione Granger written on the first page in an elegant hand.

"Did Weasel give you that diary?" Draco asked her, with a strange voice.

"Yeah, he did. How did you know?" He just pointed to some writing on the inner cover. To Mione, Many great memories ahead. With love,Ron, was written in Ron's scratchy handwriting. Hermione couldn't help but smile, as her hand roamed over the writing. She took out a quill, since she had been writing with a pen in her old diary, and she took out some ink. Instead of writing she decided to add the pages of her old diary into the new one too. She took out her wand and muttered, "Instigare", and the pages were immediately stuck into her new diary. And very neatly, she thought.

"So are you and Weasel a... an... item... now?" Draco asked, as he lounged on his seat, trying to look casual. Hermione looked up from her diary, and gave him and unreadable look. Why is she always so hard to understand? He groaned. Maybe it comes with being smart... He thought.

"Malfoy, are you feeling okay?" She saw the frustrated look on Draco's face. Great! Since when did I make my thoughts so obvious? He kept mentally kicking himself, stop thinking! She'll read all your thoughts. Bloody witch.

"Yeah, I'm fine", his brain kept telling him, do it now! "Hermione", her eyes shot straight up to his. "I want to say that I'm sorry".

"Wha-", Draco stopped her with a signal of his hand.

"Look, I've been a bloody git over the last 7 years. I treated you badly, and called you horrible names. And I was a horrible person. I was just following what my father had taught me", Hermione tried to cut in, but he stopped her again.

"My father", he continued, "always told me that blood shows the greatness of the witch or wizard. Purebloods are the highest beings in the magical society, because they're the best breed, and the purest. That's what he'd always tell me. And I followed it blindly, because I didn't know any better. I couldn't think for myself, I was so caught up in pleasing my father, that I decided to trust his word and follow what he told me. But now, I guess since my father is gone, I've been able to think for myself. And I realized that blood has nothing to do with how good a witch or wizard you are. You're a muggleborn and you still get the best grades. You know more than I could ever know. So I'd just like to say sorry for being so mean to you. I called you horrible things and kept trying to bring you down. I won't lie and say that it hurt me when I said those things, because it didn't. But now, knowing that I did those horrible things, it does hurt me. And I know that it'll be hard to believe me, but I really want us to be friends. I'll do anything to make you see that I'm a different person now. So will you give me a chance?" He asked. He was out of breath, because he tried to get it all out as fast as possible.

"Draco", it felt weird coming out of her mouth, "I really want to believe you and trust you", she took his hand.

"But you won't", Draco finished her sentence. He almost choked on the words, and tried to take his hand away from hers.

"No, I will", she held on to his hand. "C'mon everyone deserves a second chance, and I think that you deserve one too". She leaned over and gave him a hug. She felt him relax under her hug, and sigh. For the rest of the ride she and Draco talked endlessly. Nearing the end of the ride, she excused herself and began to write in her diary. The second her quill touched the paper, words immediately appeared, conveying all her thoughts. She was amazed at how she had so many thoughts, and how they quickly arranged themselves onto the piece of paper. She just looked at the final part of her first entry:

I guess I was right, things are going to be great this year. "Good beginning, good end", my mom always says. And it had started well. Now I've got Ron, my great, loving, caring (too many words to describe his greatness) boyfriend. And Draco and I have finally solved our problems and we can see something bright there, like a great friendship. And well, Charlie... I know that we'll become really good friends too. But something about him makes him different from all the other 'new friends' I've made. It's as if Charlie was always there, and I knew him, but I didn't know him. I don't know, actually. Why do I keep thinking about him? If someone was reading this they'd think I'm in love with him. Well, I'd just like to tell you, reader, that I'm not in love with him and just because I happen to be thinking about him a lot, doesn't mean that I fancy him. I'm just fascinated by him. This isn't like some crazy love story, where I realize that I'm in love with my boyfriends older brother! It ISN'T! Anyway, I'm in love with Ron. What? I LOVE Ron? Love? That's a very strong word...

She looked at the abrupt ending to her entry, and saw how utterly confused her mind was. Wow, Ron can never read this, she thought. She saw all the writing about everything that had happened today, all her observations of Charlie and Draco. Ron would go bonkers, if he did read this, she figured. But another thought kept passing through her mind as she read all the confused thoughts, I must be bloody mental...

"You know, they say that words have a way of distorting what you really think and feel", Draco commented, when he looked at Hermione's face. "When you write in a diary, you think too much, and put down what you want to write, which may not be exactly what you're thinking. While this diary you have here, I believe is a Rememorari Diarium", he said in a fluent accent. "And it seeps into your brain and heart, and extracts what you truely think and feel", he finished. And Hermione didn't know what else to say.