Chapter 2 (Hermione)
Dear Diary,
Why isn't Harry answering my letters? Oh yeah, I almost forgot-he lives with those people, what's their name? The Dursley's. My lips can't even squeeze out the words. I feel sorry for Harry. I love him, and I must admit that. It's a little hard to believe that a big front teeth, bookworm girl like me would like an adventurous, cute boy like him. Plus, he survived Voldemort!
What about Ron? I suppose he hasn't received my letters. Today we go on the Hogwart's Express, and I get to see Harry-oh yeah, and Ron! I miss them both dearly but Harry-oh I can't say it. When a girl like me is in love, it's hard to express it.
Mother took me to the station, and I walked right into Platform nine and three quarters. There I saw Harry (oh how my heart leapt in the sight of Harry!) and Ron boarding the train.
"Wait, Harry!" I called. Harry looked at me and waved. I pushed my cart into the luggage area and raced after Harry and Ron.
"How was your summer?" asked Ron.
"Great!" I said happily. Then I turned to Harry. "How was yours?" Why was I so stupid? I mean, I know the answer.
"What do you think?" groaned Harry. We found a little booth and sat down.
"This morning," began Ron. "Was soo odd. I mean, my dad was acting like a foolish man-and Harry you do know he never acts like that!" Of course Ron would say that! In the first year, Ron's criticizm towards me was quite annoying.
"Of course you ought to be the first person to say that," I snapped. "You criticize people too much, Ron!" I pulled the sliding door open and slammed it.
I stopped and knelt by the door.
"Well she is some girl," Ron said, annoyed.
'Ron!" cried Harry. 'How could you say that? You know I love her!" At this, I couldn't listen anymore. I felt I didn't even know Ron. I slid down to the floor of the hallway in the train.
"Granger, what are you doing?" asked Malfoy, passing me by. "Oh, I shouldn't have asked. All I know is, something lame." He gave me a little kick, and walked away. Suddenly, the door slid open.
A piece of my hair got caught in the door, and I couldn't pull it out. It turned out Harry was the one opening the door. First he gave me a look like "what are you doing?" just like Malfoy did.
He didn't sneer, he just took my hair out of the edge. He caught my eye, and smiled.
Dear Diary,
Why isn't Harry answering my letters? Oh yeah, I almost forgot-he lives with those people, what's their name? The Dursley's. My lips can't even squeeze out the words. I feel sorry for Harry. I love him, and I must admit that. It's a little hard to believe that a big front teeth, bookworm girl like me would like an adventurous, cute boy like him. Plus, he survived Voldemort!
What about Ron? I suppose he hasn't received my letters. Today we go on the Hogwart's Express, and I get to see Harry-oh yeah, and Ron! I miss them both dearly but Harry-oh I can't say it. When a girl like me is in love, it's hard to express it.
Mother took me to the station, and I walked right into Platform nine and three quarters. There I saw Harry (oh how my heart leapt in the sight of Harry!) and Ron boarding the train.
"Wait, Harry!" I called. Harry looked at me and waved. I pushed my cart into the luggage area and raced after Harry and Ron.
"How was your summer?" asked Ron.
"Great!" I said happily. Then I turned to Harry. "How was yours?" Why was I so stupid? I mean, I know the answer.
"What do you think?" groaned Harry. We found a little booth and sat down.
"This morning," began Ron. "Was soo odd. I mean, my dad was acting like a foolish man-and Harry you do know he never acts like that!" Of course Ron would say that! In the first year, Ron's criticizm towards me was quite annoying.
"Of course you ought to be the first person to say that," I snapped. "You criticize people too much, Ron!" I pulled the sliding door open and slammed it.
I stopped and knelt by the door.
"Well she is some girl," Ron said, annoyed.
'Ron!" cried Harry. 'How could you say that? You know I love her!" At this, I couldn't listen anymore. I felt I didn't even know Ron. I slid down to the floor of the hallway in the train.
"Granger, what are you doing?" asked Malfoy, passing me by. "Oh, I shouldn't have asked. All I know is, something lame." He gave me a little kick, and walked away. Suddenly, the door slid open.
A piece of my hair got caught in the door, and I couldn't pull it out. It turned out Harry was the one opening the door. First he gave me a look like "what are you doing?" just like Malfoy did.
He didn't sneer, he just took my hair out of the edge. He caught my eye, and smiled.