Letters

"Noooo!" Hermione moaned as her covers twisted around her, making an image of a mummy.

"Why him! Why now!" she groaned.

Lavender shook Hermione awake. "Hermione! You were going ballistic in your sleep. You were talking about someone."

"What! Who!" Hermione looked startled.

"I don't know."

"Oh." She was calmer now.

Hermione opened her trunk and dug out an old diary disguised as a book of spells. She wrote only her most important secrets in the diary, and didn't want anyone to see it.

Dear Diary,

Today I must have dreamt about him, because Lavender said that I was talking about someone in my sleep, although she didn't know who.

I am so lonely; I'd even date Neville Longbottom. Not that I am, of course.

Well anyways, I really like him, not Neville, even though he hates me.

Love From,

Lonely

Hermione sighed as she held the book close to her body. Shooing Lavender away, she thought she heard the scratching of a quill, but no one in the room was writing anything. Maybe it was just her imagination.

She climbed out of the portrait hole and went down to breakfast. She helped herself to bacon, eggs, French Toast, and a chocolate chip muffin.

Hermione saw Draco Malfoy fooling around at the Slytherin table, causing most of the people in the Great Hall to stare. He'd stuck an empty bowl of eggs on his head and was just being plain weird.

Hermione finished her breakfast early, and when she got up to leave, she saw Draco get up too. His drones, Crabbe and Goyle, looked confused.

When she got up to the portrait hole, Draco was nowhere to be seen. She whispered the password, "Wigglerat" to the Fat Lady and went inside.

Pushing past people who had already eaten or skipped breakfast, Hermione made her way to the girls' dormitory. She quickly found her diary and opened it. She was surprised to see, that after her entry from the morning, was another entry that she had not written or ever seen before.

Dear Diary,

I know that writing in a diary is a girl thing, but I feel that writing in one lets my feelings out without telling any actual human being.

I know this may sound weird, but I actually love a mudblood. If my dad found out, he would just kill me.

I'll tell you her initials if you promise not to tell anyone. They are H.A.G. Hermione Anne Granger.

With Love for Hermione,

Secret Lover