Dear diary,

I am too angry, infuriated and mad to even write about things I have done or the date. The other day I tutored Draco for the second time and he asked me straight to my face after a session of silence, "What do you think about Granger? Only books or is there anything else in that head of yours?" I took my books and bid him a furious goodbye and left.

So here's one entry to what I think about.

I think about my future because of my mudblood status Draco reminds me of. I think about my parents a lot, I worry about them and how they're doing in the muggle world. I think about this magic society and when the mudblood status will be eradicated and equality will be restored. I think about our impending doom, about how voldermort is out there and what we are going to do. I worry about Harry more than anything. I worry Ron might one day just blow up from eating. Well, not really. I worry draco might not pass his exams, I worry and I think about a lot of things.

As much as insulted I am, this is the first time someone asked me about what I think. When I talk to Ron or Harry it's just the usual we do share a special friendship but you know we have not talked much about we think. I have once too Harry, but Harry told me his worries and I did not want to burden him with my thoughts too. Today when Draco asked me I was angry and all but I don't know he genuinely seemed curious and took me aback.

Draco? Curious?

A boy who always made assumptions got curious.

It still shocks me.

But he is confusing.

He perplexes me; I wonder what goes on his head.

With much confusion and love for my dorm bed cushions,

Hermione.