Confessions of a Draco-holic

Chapter 2: The Secret Pink Journal

Hermione went home after the wonderful dinner with her friends. She just could not believe that Ron was engaged! To Lavender! And she was finally going to start her own fashion magazine.

She put on her comfy pajamas and sat on the couch in front of the TV. The apartment was quiet because Ginny was spending the night at Harry's. Nothing interesting caught her eye so Hermione decided to look through the pink diary she kept under her bed. It wasn't an ordinary diary; it was where she put all of her confessions. Things she would never dream of telling anyone. No one could open it, for only Hermione knew the code that unlocked it.

Sighing, she went to her bedroom and picked it up. After making herself comfortable against the headboard, she opened it up. There was now quite a long list of things, in no particular order, that she kept as secrets, even from her best friend Ginny. It read:

My Secrets:

Before I received the grant, I told my parents I was working with a fashion designer, but in reality I was a cashier at the café down the street.

When I was in my 3rd year at Hogwarts, I had a small crush on Harry.

When Ginny doesn't notice, I sometimes borrow her nice shoes.

I still watch Saturday morning cartoons.

My favorite color is PINK!

My reading obsession started with romance novels…

I got into fashion after seeing a REALLY HOT guy on a magazine cover.

I got really, really drunk one time and had a one-night stand, in the bathroom!

I have an unhealthy obsession of chocolate

Once, I went to the beach with my friends but forgot to shave my legs and stood there in the water, fully clothed. Everyone thought I was just acting odd but I was embarrassed! I hadn't shaved for a month!

I used to steal cookies from the café I worked at… But I always paid them back once I got the spare change! I know, pathetic…

I have a crush on this guy who works at the Laundromat. He is really cute; he's got light brown hair, slightly tanned skin, and these mesmerizing green eyes. His name is Derek.

I sometimes have fantasies involving him…and me…

I HATE it when I go on a date and the guy orders for me. I know, I'm deluded but it bothers me soo much!

When I was seven, I had a bunny named sparkles.

I used to be a B student until I got to middle school.

Aside from a fashion magazine, I've always wanted to start my own lingerie store, like Victoria's Secret® in the muggle world…

A few months later, Hermione's magazine staff was all ready to get to work for their first issue. Hermione was very excited, and could not wait to see the results. She had several photo shoots taking place the very same day, and the press was due any minute to announce the commencement of her magazine.

Hermione went towards her new office, which was very luxurious. There were tall walls with design concepts and sketches plastered over them. The view from there left you breathless. Her desk itself was the size of her apartment! She was swiveling around in her leather chair when she heard a knock on the door. I still need to hire a secretary, she thought, and went to open it.

Harry and Ginny were standing on the other side with balloons saying "CONGRATULATIONS" and Harry handed her some flowers. Hermione was touched, they are so sweet. She hugged them both then gestured for them to come in and sit on the big couch in her office.

Harry was astonished, "Wow Hermione! Your office is amazing! You could live here!"

Ginny sarcastically retorted, "Her office? The whole building is so unbelievable awesome! I would LOOOOVE working here. We're so proud of you Hermione; you've finally reached your dreams."

Hermione grinned, and then had an amazing idea, "Ginny! Why don't you become my secretary? I'll pay you double what you are getting now."

Ginny was ecstatic, "Hermione, are you sure about that? I mean, do you want me to work here?"

"Of course I do! And that way, it will be MUCH EASIER to gossip….err I mean talk about global crises…" she said, as she looked at the look of disapproval on Harry's face.

Harry rolled his eyes and walked out. Hermione and Ginny heard him mumble, "Girls!" and giggled.

"Now that I own a fashion magazine, I have an image that I must portray. I can't look too plain and I think I should have an air of mysteriousness about me. That is so chic, right?"

"Exactly Herm! You also remember that you ALWAYS have to be wearing the latest styles. You will be everyone's idol you know. The trendsetter for witches everywhere!"

Just then, Hermione's cell rang and Ginny laughed as she heard the ring tone. "Ron's calling," Hermione said in embarrassment, as Ginny continued laughing.

"You definitely need a new ringer!"

As Hermione listened to Ron babble, she dotted down a message on her note pad: ADD THIS TO BOOK: Confession #87: My ring tone is the Macarena!