Hermione's Diary part I
Dear Diary, Today was an average day. Even if it was the start of fourth year, it was average. Mum and dad seemed so proud when I left on the Hogwarts Express today. They think they know me, a student who gets all A's, even in potions. But no one knows the true me, including myself. Uh-oh, Mcgonagall is yelling at me to go to sleep, so I'd better stop for now. Goodnight Diary.
Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, Why must boys be so confusing? Harry and Ron don't seem like the same people I knew in third year. They gossip almost as much as girls do! It's only the fourth day in classes and still I find them intolerable! I liked them as friends because they weren't annoying, such as Lavender and Parvati. I could be myself when I was with them. All the girls cared about was makeup, clothes, and guys. They seemed so one-dimensional. But now, everything has changed.
Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, When mum bought me this diary for my fourteenth birthday, she said to have fun with it. She has no clue what I actually use this for. I use this to record my feelings, hopes, and dreams. Why must everything be so different, diary? Everything was so prefect last year. Now everything is so complicated. Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, Can you believe it's almost October? Yes, it has been awhile since I've written last. But, today I have something to write about. Why must everyone criticize me? Just today, in transfiguration, we had an oral quiz. I answered every question perfectly. Then, Lavender turns to me and says, "Well, I bet YOU got an A! Miss I'm just so perfect!" And everyone started laughing, even Harry! Well, I can't say everyone. Ron just stared. I think he fell asleep with his eyes open again. Mcgonagall had a fit and he's now in detention. Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, It's been a week since I have written. And needless to say, nothing has changed. Everyone is just so rude to me sometimes. Like today, for example, I brought a book to breakfast, as usual. It's the Tales of Shakespeare, a very good muggle author. I was in the middle of a very good play called Hamlet, when Lavender and her friends came over. I'll write as much as I can in a form like a script for a play. It's much easier to write this way.
:: Lavender and her friends come over::
Lavender: whatever are you reading now miss perfect?
It's a very good play called Hamlet, By Shakespeare.
Lavender: SHAKESPEARE? How BORING. Sorry to say this Hermione dear, but u are a very strange troubled child!
:: she and her friends laugh::
Not exactly troubled, Lavender. I just have a bigger brain than you do and can comprehend this kind of information, unlike you.
Lavender: are you like saying I'm stupid?
If you would like to put it that way, yes.
:: Lavender and her friends stalk away::
You see what I mean, Diary? They just can't leave me alone! What is it that they want, give up what I like? Well, Harry is back from quidditch practice and he and Ron are wondering where I am. Till then, diary, hope no one reads you. They would never let me forget it.
Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, Things have gotten much worse. Now, everyone just calls me the smart one, or something. Take this example from Transfiguration:
Mcgonagall: Now, for the bonus questions on today's quiz. These really don't have to do with magic much, just to see what you know. Name 2 teachers in this school with Latin names.
:: my hand shoots up::
Mcgonagall: yes, Hermione?
Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore, Ma'am.
Mcgonagall: very good! Can you tell me what they mean?
Severus means severe in Latin. And Albus means white. And Dumbledore means bumblebee.
Mcgonagall: very good.
Lavender: NOW we know who the teacher's pet is!
:: everyone laughs. I hide my face so no one would see my eyes fill with tears::
Lavender: I mean, really Hermione! Answering EVERY question! Some life you have!
:: Mcgonagall announces that it's lunchtime. I run from the room, so no one would see me cry::
Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, It has been a week and a half since the disastrous Transfiguration class. But now I have something new to agonize about. You'll never guess what Hogwarts is doing this year for Christmas, Diary. We're having a dance. I honestly just want to die. It'll be the worst night of my life. Ginny says I should bring my wand, just in case Lavender and her friends try anything. She says I should set fire to their robes. I don't know what I'm going to do, Diary. Ron says I should go, and have fun. Harry says I should go, and have fun, if I can get a date. Now there's something I haven't talked about. It seems like everyone is dating these days, which makes life even more complicated. Even Draco has a date! And it's only October! The rest of the Gryffindor girls have gotten more annoying than ever, talking about the dance. So I try to spend as much time possible out of Gryffindor tower, so they can't start picking on me. Right now my spot is in this one tree, where I'm hidden from everything else. Here is where I write in you, diary. Here is where I write stories and poems, and record my daily life. Life has so many problems, and writing about them helps.
Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, Yes, I haven't written in awhile, since now it's the middle of November. Exams are only weeks away! Of course, I started studying in October. But, I did it with as much privacy as I could get! Everyone would have never let me be if I studied in the library. Luckily, Hagrid lets me come down to his hut for some privacy. He's a good friend to me, one of the best I have these days. He lets me study in peace. It's almost like he understands me. Occasionally, these days Ron and Harry come too, to study. But they can't concentrate for more than an hour without goofing off. Love from Hermione
Dear Diary, I never write as much anymore, since that last entry. Now it's nearing the end of November, and it's too cold to go to my tree. Harry and Ron just keep goofing off when we go to Hagrid's, so I must now study in the common room. Although, many of the girls in my dorm can hardly keep their mind on their studies. They all are obsessed with this dance! Honestly, going on for hours how they're going to wear their hair! I have better things to do than that. Lavender says I'm just SO unoriginal, because I've never styled my hair before, except for headband and ponytail. Who said she was fashion queen? Obviously all the other girls in Gryffindor, because they agree. This dance is going to be a mess. Maybe I can sneak a book in. Perhaps I'll bring you, Diary, to record the events of that night. Maybe it won't be so bad. But I absolutely despise Lavender, though. Her pride and joy in life is to criticize me. Uh-oh, Harry and Ron are looking for me, Diary. I' ll be right back. The room is deserted. Everyone is out studying. Love from Hermione
To be continued in part II……………