Sixth Year Continued (again) (1996)

Hermione lay on the floor for the longest time until she heard footsteps walking towards her. She thought that this was what love felt like, for she was truly in love with Draco. She thought about all those people who were in love with a person but some couldn't have that one person they wanted.

She stood up, and begun to walk away when she bumped into Pansy, who fell over, just like Hermione. They helped each other up.

"What's wrong with you Granger?" Pansy asked, actually sounding like she cared.

"Long story, you?" she asked the other girl.

"You would never guess..." Pansy told her. There was a long silence that followed their short conversation, and they sat down on the ground.

"Well, I have a while, nothing to do really, oh and it's storming outside." Pansy said to Hermione.

"Draco said he loves me, and after I though about it, I kind of like him too. But I ruined it all." Hermione said.

"That wasn't such a long story..." Pansy started, but Hermione quickly interrupted.

"No, it could be longer, but I shortened it. Draco and me met on the astronamy tower and he said he loved me since the first day he saw me. The reason I'm in Slytherin is because he asked the sorting hat for it. He said he hated me more since fourth year for making him love me more, and ever since then, he hasn't talked to me at all. Well except when I just saw him a while ago..." she said.

"Oh, guess what? Harry and me just talked to each other. Actually talked. He said he kind of liked you, but never said anything because Ron liked you too. He might say something, fair warning. But Ron might too." Pansy said. Hermione sighed.

"Great, just what I need..." the brunette whispered. Hermione got up, and paced around, before finally beginning to leave.

"See you around." Hermione told Pansy. Pansy nodded and Hermione left through the cold hallways. She only had socks on, so her feet were ice cubes by the time she got back. She walked slowly up the stairs holding the railing the whole way up, drew the curtains around her bed, and cast a silencing charm.

She reached under her matress and grabbed the small book, before going under her bed for a quill and ink. She opened the book and just sat staring at the blank page before her. There the brunette sat reflecting on her day, before finally starting to write.

March 22, 1996

A lot happened today. You would never guess. I will start off with the less shocking bits of news as to build up from there. Well, Ron likes me. So does Harry. And Blaise. And Malfoy...but see I kind of like him too, but I blew it. Maybe I can get over it but I don't think there is a good chance for that. I hurt my leg falling down stairs. Malfoy has been distancing himself more and more, looks as if he's been getting less sleep too. I think I will leave you on that note for now.

Hermione Granger

March 22,1996

Merlin, so to start things off I love Hermione freaking Granger. Yeah the one who is almost constantly guarded by the Gryffindorks. She told me she would 'Give me a chance' and it upset me, though I should have said yes. Pansy seems like she is falling for the Gryffindor who lived. The whole world has gone topsy turvy. What do you do though? Nothing, because there really isn't anything to do. I am scared, terrified, Voldemort is going to end up killing me one day. Or my mum, which I hope he decides to kill me because I don't want mum to suffer for me. Goodnight, because I certainly won't be having one of those.

Draco Malfoy

The two teenagers put their books to the side of them. Hermione begun to cry, and Draco shed a tear, but after one, he had enough. He lay down and went to sleep. Hermione was sitting on her bed thinking, not crying as hard anymore, but if a bad thought came up, she would burst into a fit of tears. She finally fell into a deep sleep.

The morning came, and it was a Saturday, many children thankful for that. It was eleven thirty, and not many people were awake. One of the few people who were awake, was Hermione, who was studying in a secluded corner of the library. No, she wasn't studying for N.E.W.T.s, but she was looking up advice. On how to get a boyfriend that is. Not necessarily get a boyfriend, just how to ask him out in a way he would say yes.

That was why it is hard, because not many people have that problem. She decided to give up, which was something she didn't do often. This was the kind of thing where you have to go with the flow on it. She grabbed her diary from the table, and went down to the quidditch pitch, which was empty.

She sat in the stands doodling all over her cover, and didn't notice the dark haired boy hovering next to her.

"Hey Mione, you wanna go for a ride?" he asked her. She smiled, and tried to shake her head no, but he interrupted.

"Come on Mione, it's such a nice day, and I won't let you fall." he said, and she agreed.

"Do you wanna go in the back or front?" he asked her. She thought about it for a split second and decided she didn't want to see what was coming in front of her.

"Back." she told him, and got on behind the boy.

"You need to hold on Mione, you are guarunteed to fall if you don't even hang on, this is a Firebolt for Merlin's sake. I don't bite." he told her in a teasing tone. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist, to which he smiled at, and they took off.

Hermione screamed and hid her face in his back, tightening her grip on his middle, which she noticed was very toned. He took a hand off his broom and put it on hers, but when he did so, she screamed bloody murder.

"Do you wanna try the front, it really isn't that bad?" he asked her. She crinkled her eyebrows, and nodded into his back. He swerved down to the ground, and got off. She was sitting there, not really able to move. He tugged on her hand, and she scooted foreward to the front, while he got on behind her.

Harry grabbed the broom from behind her, and she looped her arms around his. There was plenty of room on his broom, but the pair were squished together near the front of it. They took off into the air, and Hermione closed her eyes.

"Come on, open your eyes Mione, it looks great!" Harry shouted. Hermione opened her eyes and saw the lake underneath them, which made her nervous at first, but she got used to it quickly. The sun reflected off the lake, and shone into their eyes, but it didn't hurt.

The sun was quickly rising into the middle of the sky, telling the pair it was almost lunch time.

Hermione and Harry landed on the ground and Hermione got off quickly.

"That was...fun." Hermione said at a loss of words. She smiled, and they walked in for lunch.