A/N: This chapter starts on the diary entry that I started last chapter. Some of my sharper readers may have noticed I switched the numbers around the first time, it is fixed now. The date is 1998. Sorry again. Thanks to reviewers SerpentofDarkness, Pineapple246, I'm secrectly annoyed with you, potterhead27, and alwaysaclaw11. You guys rock!

Chapter 11

September 19, 1998

Dear diary,

My name is Hermione Jean Granger, and I am a witch. My friend Harry Potter (Yes, the Harry Potter) gave me this diary as a gift, and I intend to use it to its full capabilities. Today is also my birthday. I am currently dating my friend Ron Weasley, and I love him so much! But first, I must tell you about my school days.

The diary went on for a few pages about her school life and adventures she had taken with Harry, most of which Draco already knew. He skipped ahead, until another entry caught his eye.

November 16, 1998

Dear diary,

Today, Ron and I went to the nightclub to have some evening fun. We never get to spend too much time together, and so we decided to go. But of course, Ron's ex-girlfriend Lavender has to be there. I told you about Lavender, right? She's so clingy. I don't know how Ron ever liked her. But she was flirting with my boyfriend.

That wasn't what was getting to me, it was the fact that Ron was flirting back! I can't believe that boy. He couldn't just tell that... that slut to back off? No, no, they even made plans to get together someplace. Right in front of me!

Then, when I said something about it, he just frowned and told me I was getting clingy, too. If clingy means that I keep a faithful relationship, then I guess I am clingy. That's all for now, I really needed to let that out.

Sincerely,

Hermione

Draco remembered this story, from the one that Harry had told him. He must be getting closer to the actual breakup. He skipped a few pages, which had poems on them, and eventually found the entry he was looking for.

January 27, 1999

Dear diary,

Today, Ron and I broke up. I am still quite shaken, but I had to write here, so you would know what was happening.

I went over to Ron's to return his jacket, and give him some brownies that I had made last night. He didn't answer the door, so I went in the back way, which he had shown me in case he didn't answer. Paranoid war times, you see. You could never be too careful.

Anyway, I go up to his bedroom, fearing the worst, when I see Lavender. With Ron. In his bed. Fast asleep. Half naked. I couldn't believe this, so I left his jacket and the brownies, with a note telling him to never come over, or speak to me again. Then I left.

I do hope he gets the message. I am going over to Harry's now; I need some comfort.

Sincerely,

Hermione

Draco could see that the handwriting was shaky, and faded marks of tears on the paper were still visible for him to see. He flipped through the book until he found the very last entry.

April 12, 2001

Dear diary,

I am leaving. I can't take this anymore, Ron trying to approach me everywhere, with that stupid brunette Lavender on his arm. I'm going somewhere far away. Not in Britain, somewhere no one will ever find me. My friend Pradeep lives in India, maybe I'll go there. It'll break my heart to leave Ginny and Harry, but there is nothing left for me here. I need a fresh start.

This is also my last entry in this diary. It is filled with too many bad memories. To whoever is reading this, please forgive me. I just can't take it. I'm taking this diary with me, and I will send it to Ginny later, after a couple of years, if I don't see them before that.

Farewell diary, and you can find me in India.

Sincerely,

Hermione

Draco shut the book, gazing into the space in front of him. He couldn't believe Weasel had taken their relationship so lightly, as if it was of unimportance to him. He obviously didn't love Hermione, or consider her worthy of his attentions.

He placed the book back into the memory box and put the box back, exactly where he had found it. The clock struck 1, and he decided that it was time for a meal. He went out onto the street, and hailed an auto.

An auto is like an open cab, with a bar on one side to keep you from falling out. No seat belts, and the side you got in from was completely unprotected by anything.

He told the driver to go to Abids, because he remembered a really nice place to eat there. What he didn't remember was how big it was and how much time it took to get from one place to another. Not to mention the big time traffic.

He sighed, leaning against the back of the seat. This was going to be a long ride.

Meanwhile, Hermione and Meghana had already found the place that they were going to eat in. So, they were sitting at the table, waiting to order.

A waiter walked up to their table. "Meeku emi cavali, ivala?" What would you like, today?

"Eemah ki yemo wokah dosa, inka naku wokah naanu." Meghana replied. She will have one dosa, and I will have a naan.

"Naanu tho edhena caavala?" Would you like anything with the naan?

"Avunu, wokah palak paneer koda theescra." Yes, bring a palak paneer, too.

"Alagay, madam." All right, madam. The waiter walked off towards the kitchen.

"What language was that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"It was Telugu. In this part of Hyderabad- in all the parts, really- it's what most people speak."

"It sounds awfully complicated."

"It's a little harder than Hindi, but I grew up with it, so its not too hard. The grammar for some people who study it as a second or third language is very, very complicated, though."

"Aside from that, why are you having our dinner in the resteraunt?"

"What are- oh, wait. You're right, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." Hermione smiled smugly.

"Whatever, it's my favorite dish, and I think I can totally live with eating it twice in a day."

"What did you have for breakfast?"

"Just some bread and jam."

"I don't understand how you even need jam here. The bread is so sweet! You cane even get it with raisins and things in it!"

"True, but people who grew up with it, they don't feel that way, now do they?" Meghana reminded her.

"That's true too.. So where are we headed after lunch?"

The two continued chatting aimlessly until their food came. A sudden breeze lifted the paper underneath her food, and Hermione looked up.

She gasped. Because Ron Weasley was entering the café.

A/N: Ron's back! Next chapter is some backstory as to why he's there. Again, 5 reviews before posting! It seems to be working out. The Telugu in this chapter was from my native speaking, so apologies if it was grammatically incorrect. Thanks!