A/N: Gah! I am officially obsessed with this moment. Ah well. Maybe the next one'll have something to do with Lavender. I feel I should warn you, it's even shorter than the last, which you probably figured out by the scroll-bar-thingie. It's just a stupid little thing I started. I thought it'd be longer, but there you go. I'd like you to tell me if I made a disaster of Hermione's POV. I might try Ron next.
Disclaimer- :bows to JKR:
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Dear Diary,
I have absolutely no idea why I did it. I guess it was just my first impulse.
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Slughorn's party was scheduled for Christmas. It was intended to bring a date. I had no plan of doing anything of the sort. I'd rather go alone, thank you very much. All this finding-a-date stuff reminded me of a certain event that I shall not mention.Why would I not mention it? Well, that's really none of your business.
So far, the day had been alright; I woke up, for the first time, without bedhead; I had finally gotten around to cleaning up my best set of robes the night before, and wore them; And at breakfast, I had been able to find the oatmeal hidden under all the other foods. On the way to herbology (it was our first class of the day), I listened as Harry told Ron and I about his latest meeting with Dumbledore. I dare not elaborate on this subject, as I would probably say more than I should.
We started our lesson on the wrong foot. We had been talking when we should have been working. We were told to extract seeds from the Snargaluff plant. But that's not important.
I really ought to have strangled Harry for bring up the party. He knew how sore a subject that was with Ron. See, Slughorn picked his favorites from class and he sort of pampered them. Harry and I had been chosen, while Ron hadn't. (I don't know why; He's really good when he wants to be.) He was acting really (Ron would kill me if he heard me saying ths) jealous. If Harry hadn't brought it up, I would never have had to experience the wrath of first impulses.
So here Ron was, acting like a total jerk, and for some unknown reason, I blurted out something that, in my ears, sounded like I was asking him out. Apparrently, that's exactly what I said, because he was looking at me with a look reminecent of the one he gave me after the-event-that-must-not-be-named.
"You were going to ask me?" Well, if I wanted to bring a date in the first place, maybe. Sort of. Ok, yes.
The thing is, for the last couple of weeks, no, months, no, years, I have been-What's the word? Pining? Pining.- after my best friend. It's always a pain to say that. But it's true. Why? Don't ask me. For the first time, Hermione Granger doesn't know, and may never be able to find out.
So basically, when this was all over, I had a date. A date with my best friend. So maybe first impulses aren't so horrible?
XOXO
Hermione
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A/N- That. Was. Such. A. Waste. Of. Space. :sigh: But it's my waste of space. Please R&R!