This chapter is really, really short. I'm sorry about that. The next chapter will be longer because it has to explain a lot.

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What do I do now? Face it, I can't successfully hide my diary. They wil find it even I threw it off the edge of Mount Everest. I never realized that, one day, I'd have to fight so hard to hide my feelings. I'm pacing the room, trying to think of a plan. I just don't have one. I'm doomed. Ginny even says that I'm screwed. I need help.

-Hermione

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Over the next few days, Fred and George pretended that they cared less what was written in her diary. At dinner, she'd turn to look at them but they didn't glance at her. It hurt her a bit, but she was glad that her diary wasn't being brought up. Once, she was sitting on the couch when Ron plopped down beside her. He touched her hand. His hand was cold and made her shiver at the chill it put on her warm skin.

Ron smiled, "I've been thinking Hermione..."

Just then, she heard a voice came from behind them, "Just kiss her already, Ron."

Hermione jumped and turned around to notice the twins grinning from ear to ear. It made her think what was going on in their head.

Ron blushed and ran from the room. Hermione made to get up as well. She wanted away from them. She went to the door but they stepped in her way.

"Excuse me," she muttered.

They both chuckled at the same time causing Hermione to glare at them.

Fred smiled, "Upset that Ron didn't make his move?"

Hermione moved to push past them, hard.

George sighed, "Relax, Hermione, we're only teasing."

Hermione sneered, "Why? Just ignore like you have been all week."

Herrmione finally made it past them and walked hurriedly to the room. The twins didn't try to contemplate what she had meant or why it had bothered her. They just shrugged and went on.

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Hermione entered her room and layed down on the bed. She didn't know what to think. She just wanted to hurry up and get out of the Burrow. She was hot and in desperate need of a shower. She grabbed a towel and some extra clothes and made her way to the shower. She was in their for a while. When she came out, her skin was red and her fingers were wrinkled. She let out a deep breath and got dressed.

She exited the shower and went to her room. She opened the closet, where she had hidden her diary in the best place possible. She needed to vent. If she didn't, she might just go insane.

But her diary wasn't there.

She started to lose control. She threw many things out of her closet. She didn't see two figures behind her.

Hermione weas getting more frustrated. She pulled at her hair in exasperation.

She heard a soft voice come from behind her, "Looking for this?"

Hermione froze and turned around. Fred and George were standing there, holding her diary.