A/n: Harry killed boldemort in fith year for the purpose of this little one-shot.

This will be written in a fission similar to a diary

September 2, 1996

Today Dumbledore reinstated the school's practice of resorting the students in their sixth year. That means Harry Ronald Neville and I are being resorted tomorrow right before breakfast. I'm so excited! I just might get Ravenclaw or maybe stay in Gryffindor. Harry will definitely stay in the house of lions. Not too sure about Ron. He's a git anyway. I caught him snogging Lavender Brown with his hand down her pants in the common room. The common roe! Come on! Go find a class room or something. Well other than that Malloy was a prat again but he did help me up after crashing into me.

September 3, 1996

I got sorted into Slithering. SLYTHERIN! How is this even possible I mean the hat wanted put me in ravenclaw but said I would drive them off. He also said I could fit in any house. But I mean SLYTHERIN. They are anti muggle-born. I'm terrified Malloy just hugged me and congratulated me. I think he has lost his mind. Oh well. Shape is glaring at me.

September 17, 1996

Ron's being a part to me because I'm in slytherin so I must be evil. He is an idiot

October 25, 1996

Draco asked me on a date! I guess I should tell you how I started to call him Draco. Well, some gryfs were insulting me about being a slimy slithering and pushed me around. Draco got them to back off. A couple weeks later I was running late back to the common room getting lost on a family tree book. It turned out I was actually a half-blood. My dad is a squib from the Dagworth-Granger line. The reason I was looking was because Draco mentioned it. Well I was walking back when some one grabbed be and dragged me into an unused classroom. I don't want to recount it but it was Dean Thomas and he tried to rape me. Draco knocked him out and bright me to madam Pomfry.

November 26, 1996

All I have to write is this :

What's the use of a heart

When the heart gets broken

What's the use of breath

If you make me breathless

What's the use of a soul

If the soul gets stolen

What's the use of speech

If you never sleek to me

What's the point of feelings

If someone dislikes you for them

What's the point of you and me

If you know it will never work out

But I thought it would

So inlay here crying on the floor

"I loved you and I still do…"

But you go and forget my feelings to you

December 25, 1996

Dear Draco Harry And Ron,

If you ever find this, which I hope you do, I hope you enjoyed the hell I went through for you. I was beside you, harry, all the time. Even when Ronald turned away. I was there for you to cry on. I helped you rescue Black, go and help you when you received a vision of Sirius being killed, get rid of umbridge, and at the final battle. Ron, I hated you from the start. You were curl and heartless. Doing what Dra-Mal-the ferret could never do. You made me cry. Have fun with Lav-Lav. And you, Malloy, I loved you and trusted you. You saved me from being raped, defended me when I couldn't, got me the monthly painkillers, cuddled, loved, and kissed me. Only to find out it was a bet to see if you could get me to sleep with you. Congrats, you did the impossible. Got the prude bookworm Granger to spread her legs for you. Fuck you all. You too Dumbledore.

Hermione Granger