A/N: I hope you're ready because here it is! Chapter nine! Year three is gonna rock! I have big plans for it and even bigger plans for the fourth year : ) Thank you all my wonderful reviewers! Enjoy!

Chapter nine: Back again…

Hermia: Draco! Ohmymerlin, guess what!" Hermione grinned as she scrawled the words across the page of her diary. I guess that I should do a little bit more to explain. At the end of their second year, Hermione and Draco, not wanting to lose contact with each other, had decided to link two identical diaries together. This way, they could communicate without fear of his father discovering them.

Drake: Wait! Have flying monkeys finally taken over the world!?" Hermione laughed as she read his words.

Hermia: No silly, monkey will never take over the world!" Hermione smiled warmly, "However, I am in fact at the leaky cauldron… and guess what else! I GOT A CAT!

Drake: What the bloody hell would you want with a cat? Cats are disgusting; they hack up hairballs and leave dead mice in your slippers. Plus, they leave you gifts throughout the house, gifts you don't find until you're walking bare foot through the house!"

It was no secret that Draco hated cats, and Hermione had known this for quite some time. When they had been younger, Draco had told her stories about his great aunts demented little fur ball. Apparently, it would sit at the foot of his bed and stare at him; constantly plotting his death.

Hermia: Oh don't be so bitter Draco, not all cats are evil. And besides, what has my poor Crookshanks ever done to you? Exactly, he's done nothing.

Drake: Don't get me wrong, Mia, I like cats… I just prefer those of a stuffed variety..." Hermione snorted.

Hermia: How pleasant… Well umm, I have to go; someone won't quit banging on my door. I'll talk to you later.

Hermione slammed her diary shut as she shot out of her bed. "Alright, alright, I'm coming!" She shouted, preying to Merlin they'd stop slamming their fists against her door.

"Oh, hello Ronald," Hermione scowled as her eyes landed on the shaggy red headed boy, his face red was red with rage.

"What has that bloody cat of yours done with Scabbers!" He shouted as he roughly pushed past her, throwing the door against the wall.

"Did I say you could come in?" Hermione demanded as he searched the room, throwing books and pillows across the room.

"I want my rat!" He yelled.

"I don't have it!" Hermione exclaimed as Ron picked up one of her shoes and turned them upside down and began to shake them.

"Oh for the love of all that is Mike! Are all guys the same?" Hermione shrieked as she watched him closely. "Do all guys think the same? Do all guys think that cats leave dead things in their owner's shoes!" she was shouting now. "Honestly, between you and Drake…" She stopped herself mid-sentence, any farther and she'd have too much to explain.

Ron looked up at Hermione in confusion, "Wait, who's Drake?" He asked, eyes not straying one bit from Hermione's face.

"He's No one… Oh, Hello Harry!" She was quick to switch topics; she spun around to face her raven haired best friend as he stood in the doorway, watching them. "How have you been?"

"Horrible, I turned my uncle's sister into a blimp the size of Hagrid…" He said cheerfully as he stepped into the room. And, if I do say so myself, he sure didn't seem the least bit guilty.

"Harry, you really shouldn't be doing things like that, it…" she stopped when Ron picked up her diary, it was vibrating violently.

"What is this?" He asked as he attempted to pry it open.

"Hey!" Hermione shrieked as she marched across the room, "stop being so nosy!" she exclaimed as she pried the book from his tight grip.

"But its vibrating, Hermione," He protested. "Books don't vibrate!"

"I'll make it stop, if you'll just leave it be!" Hermione told him as took the book from him and waved her wand above it. She picked up her wand a prepared to write.

Drake: "Mione?"

Drake: Who was at the door?

Drake: Am I bugging you yet?

Drake: Oh now, Please tell me the 'Monster Book of Monsters' didn't eat you?

Drake: Don't Worry Hermione; I'll come save you from that reached book! Hermione scoffed as she looked down at the book, Draco had the patience of a toddler.

Hermia: What part of 'I'll talk to you later' do you not understand? And why would a book eat me? I know how to use it properly!

Drake: Oh right… Who was at the door? I bet it was Weas…

"So…" Harry voice rang out from behind Hermione as he stood behind her reading over her shoulder. "Who's Drake?" Hermione quickly slammed the book shut.

"No one, he's no one" Hermione said quickly, but the two boys weren't buying it. "He's a friend of the family."

"I don't believe you." Harry scowled.

"That's a magical book, Mione. Why would a muggle have one as well?" Ron asked stupidly.

Hermione laughed "My aunt is a witch; Drake is her best friend's son." Hermione had become so accustomed to lying that she hardly thought twice of her answer.

"It's buzzing again." Ron said covering up the blunder he had made. Hermione let out a sigh as she picked up the book once more and held it close to her body.

"If it bothers you that much, Ronald, then I suggest that you leave." He didn't have to be told twice.

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Hermione found herself standing in front of a very familiar building. It had been several years since she had stood in this spot, and she couldn't help looking up at it with a smile. It had been inside of this brightly decorated ice cream parlor that she had first learned of magic. It was in this building that she met her best friend.

Hermione and Draco had arranged to meet at this place for a reason. They had known that they couldn't meet anywhere in the Wizarding world, it was too dangerous, so they had turned to the muggle world

"Hello Draco." Hermione said as she hurried inside to meet him.

"Hey, Mione." He said, wrapping his long arms around her as he pulled her into a hug.

"I hate having to lie to my friends," Hermione told him as they sat down at a booth in the far corner, their booth. She looked down at her hands. "Sometimes it feels like they know that I'm lying to them."

"Why does it bother you, Hermione? Our friendship doesn't concern them." Hermione scowled at him as he spoke. Hermione and Draco still differed in many ways, and often they differed in opinions. Hermione was just a caring and logical as she had always been, always daring to tell the truth and never fearing to speak her mind. Draco, on the other hand, was still as stubborn and blunt as always, and he never tried to hide. He liked stirring up trouble, he liked the rush.

"Draco, how can you say that? They are my friends after all; they have the right to know where I am." She sighed "I'm not actually going to tell them, I just don't like keeping it secret."

"And I understand, That Hermione." He told her, not daring to look at her, "But do you honestly think they'd allow us to be friends if they knew." When neither of them spoke they sunk into an awkward silence.

"So what do you think of the Monster Book of Monsters?" He asked, breaking the wall silence they had so carefully built.

"I actually think they are kind of funny." She said smiling at him; she could almost see her book in her mind, its jaws still snapping angrily at the bed frame.

"Funny? Of all the adjectives in the world, you pick funny?" He smirked.

"Yup, I sure did." She smiled sweetly, "I bet you get a kick out of watching people get attacked by them." Draco had often hinted at this.

"That's no secret." He said and they both began to laugh.

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"Here's a compartment" Hermione said as she slid the door open, "Everywhere else is already full." She didn't hesitate in the slightest as she stepped into the compartment. She didn't seem to care that Mr. R. J. Lupin, their newest D.A.D.A. professor, was sleeping against the window.

"There's no way we're there yet..." Hermione muttered to herself as the train came to a screeching halt. She glanced quickly out the window as she pulled out her journal, something wasn't right.

Hermia: Drake, what's going on? Why is the train stopping? She scrawled quickly as she watched Lupin's bottle of scotch freeze from the inside out.

Drake: Dementors are on the train. That's all it took for Hermione's blood to freeze; Dementors. Hermione knew a lot about Dementors, enough to scare her silly.

"This isn't good." She said, trying her best not to panic. She had slipped her diary back into her bag and was watching the door closely.

"What?" The boys asked as the lights flickered.

"There are Dementors on the train..."

Hermione held her breath; she didn't know what she would do once it entered their compartment. It wasn't until she saw it that her heart truly stopped.

In person the dementor was even worse than she had ever imagined. The creature wore a long had ragged old cloak that looked as if it had been around since the dawn of time. The cloak covered the slimy rotten flesh that stretched across its hollow bones. But the smell, the smell was the worst part of it.

Hermione watched closely as the creature drew closer to Harry, leaning closer and closer with each stride. Fear shot through everyone in the room; the Dementor was prepared to kiss him. She saw a fog like substance, which could only be Harry's sole, leaving his body. She thought she was about to lose her friend when Lupin jumped up and warded the Dementor off.

They all sighed in relief when it was no longer with them, but Harry had passed out.

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"Harry?" Hermione shouted as she shook her friend's body, "Harry, can you hear me?" she asked again and Harry's eyelids fluttered. "Oh my, Harry, you had us so worried, how are you feeling?" She held a hand against his forehead as Lupin shoved a bit of chocolate into his hand.

"W-what happened?" He asked.

"You fainted, Harry. The Dementor made an attempt to… well, it tried to kiss you."

"It tried to kiss me?" He asked skeptically as his eyes raked across her face.

"It means to suck your sole out." She told him "They used to give me nightmares when I was younger." She said quietly.

"How could they have given you nightmares, you're muggleborn." Ron said. Hermione rolled her eyes. This conversation sounded too familiar.

"It's a really long, complicated story and I don't feel like telling it." She told him as she picked up her book and began to write, she needed to talk about this. She assumed this year would be like the last two, as far from normal as you can get.

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