A/N: Hey everyone! Well, here it is. Part 2 of this long fanfic. Also, Not much romance occurs in this chapter, but I still list it under romance. Why? Because that's what the entire story is. Have fun reading!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JK Rowling etc. So don't sue me. I only have about $20 in my wallet. ~
11-27
Dear Diary, I can't believe it. I just don't believe it. All right, calm down Hermione and start from the beginning. I came back to the common room where I left you, diary. As soon as I stepped in, fear took over me. Lavender was sitting, sitting in the exact chair as I had, reading my diary! This will be easier if I write in dialogue form. My life is in shambles, diary. It's like there is no hope. Anyways, here is what was said, in the best I can remember it.
::Walks into the common room and stops short::
Lavender! What are you doing?
Lavender: Pleased to see me, Hermione?
No! Not at all!
Lavender: I've just come across this very interesting book. ::she hold up my diary:: Now I know what you really think of me, Hermione!
Why are you so surprised, Lavender? We hate each other!
Lavender: You would be cool if you weren't such a dork.
I am NOT a dork!
Lavender: Yes, you are. You're a dork and a school nerd with no social life! You're pathetic. Everyone hates you anyways. No reason trying to make friends here. You're too much of an outcast. ::she stops for a minute:: You're not going to cry, are you?
::At that moment, Ron bursts in::
Ron: All right Lavender, enough is enough!
Lavender: Were you listening to this conversation?
Ron: Every word.
Lavender: Well, it isn't any of your business!
Ron: Hermione is my friend! So it is my business! Leave her alone!
Lavender: I won't. and you can't make me. ::she turns to me:: See you later, dorkface.
::I run from the room with watery eyes::
11-29
Dear Diary, It was horrible. How can one person be so cruel? I'm writing in you from a corner in the library, diary. Two days after I wrote last. Where I write from now is a dark and damp corner of the library, where no one goes near. I feel like this corner diary. Dark, cold, and Empty. I'm empty. I've lost everything I've ever gained, including friendships. These days, friendship has no meaning. Loneliness has taken over. All I have left is my book smarts and you, diary. What is nice about you, diary, is that I can tell you my loves and hates, my hopes and dreams, and you never reply. There's no one to criticize, just to listen. To let you say things you wish you could say aloud, but can't. Things you wish you could say to people, but cannot. My friends have deserted me, even Harry and Ron. Harry spends all his time with Cho and quidditch practice. But Ron, it's a strange story. Honestly, if anything is puzzling in life, it's boys. I mean, one minute they're your friend, and the next, they're avoiding you.
Love from Hermione
12-2
Dear Diary, Well, it's now December. Dance month. A month that is supposed to bring happiness and good cheer, but really brings trouble and confusion. Exams are nearing, getting closer and closer by day. I've lately been studying with Ron, because Harry is practicing quidditch all the time. Honestly, if anyone has took a new turn for change, it's Ron. I mean, I hardly know him anymore. Here's an example from one of our study sessions.
::Walks into the library and looks around for Ron. Sees him sitting at a table and reading a thick book, that he looks fascinated about::
Hello.
Ron: ::shuts his book and puts it in his bag:: Hi. Ready to study?
Always. It's almost odd seeing you reading, for a change.
Ron: Don't be too surprised. It's a good book.
::They start to study::
Hmmm…Now for History of Magic. Flourish and Blotts was-
Ron: established in 1025 when the printing spell was invented. Founded to help make textbooks for students.
Wow………Um, that's right……I didn't even remember that!
::Ron blushes::
Ron: I haven't been falling asleep in History of Magic. Also, the potion for curing chicken pox has only 2 drops of dragon's blood, not three.
But isn't that tomorrow's potions lesson? I mean, I looked over it this summer but-
Ron: ::turns even redder:: I, um, read ahead. Last night. ::he suddenly becomes fascinated in his history of magic notes and resumes to looking over them::
::looks at him oddly, but continues to study. A few hours later……::
Well, um, I really must be going. Au revoir, mon ami.
Ron: Hey, that's French, isn't it? It's a pretty language. Where did you learn it?
I took courses in the summer. ::leaves. But turns back::
::Ron has put his books away and has taken out the same thick book he was reading before. Looks closer at it and sees it's about greek mythology. Looks at him in disbelief and leaves::
12-6
Dear Diary, See what I mean, diary? I honestly think that Ron's nuts! Also, Since this dance is nearing, the entire school is gone insane! Every conversation now is about this dance and who's going with who. Everyone in Gryffindor tower has a date, except me, that is. Ron said he might not go, for some odd reason. Harry's going with Cho, much to Ginny's disappointment. I heard Lavender was going with Neville. Man, do I feel sorry for that kid. He's going to have to put up with her all night! Yes, I know it sounds mean, but, seriously, she's impossible. Also, Exams start tomorrow! I'm nervous, but everyone says I'm going to get A's though. Lavender is still being an annoying jerk.
Love from Hermione 12-10
Dear Diary, I cannot write much now. It's the fourth day of exams. Anyways, we've had most of them I only have potions tomorrow. I hope I pass. Professor Snape doesn't nesscessairily like me. But, he doesn't nesscessairily like anyone. So, I'm guessing we're all doomed. I think the only person who's not worried is Ron. He just took them all without worrying. Honestly, he gets stranger and stranger every day. Half of the time I see him READING! Reading, diary! He NEVER does that! Unless he has to. But lately, he's been avoiding people. Like he has some kind of secret. No one knows what's up with him. Not even me. And usually I can figure it out. Harry says it's stress. Ginny says he's too complicated to figure out. I don't think it's either. But yet, I don't know what it is.
Love from Hermione
12-24
Dear Diary, It's been awhile since I wrote last! Amazing how busy one person can get! I've lately been getting hit with snowballs and things, but I honestly don't want to get into that. But I must say one thing. Lavender has good aim. Most people now are excited for christmas. But, I'm just plain nervous. I haven't even thought about presents and things. I've just been avoiding Lavender. Well, now everyone is hyped for this dance. I walked past the great hall today. They've already started decorating. I haven't even been thinking about the dance, or anything for that matter. Basically, I'm trying to restore my friends. But Ginny and Harry are pulling away. And Ron, is being Ron. He's oblivious to everything. It's like he's in his own little world.
Love from Hermione
12-25 9:30 AM
Dear Diary, Merry Christmas! Actually, it's not exactly merry, because life is still a mess. I received some nice presents, though. Mother got me some new book and another diary! I guess she thinks I write a lot. I also received a new muggle outfit. Maybe I'll wear that to the dance tonight. But the strange thing is, is that I got an anonymous gift! It's a very pretty gold locket and I've got no idea who it's from! It's quite pretty, and I haven't opened it. It's a mystery. Anyways, I should write everything that happens today. So I don't leave anything out. Love From Hermione
12-25 6:40 PM
Dear Diary, Well, it's almost here. Today was an exciting day though. Snowball fights, many games, and much more. Now, I'm caged in my room, getting ready for the dance. Despite how all the other girls are wearing dresses, I'm wearing flare jeans. Jeans, black boots, and a sweater seem fine to me. However, I'm allowing the girls to put makeup on me. Why I let them, I have no idea. However, the makeup does look flattering on me. At least the girls say so.
Love from Hermione
12-25 7:30 PM
Dear Diary, Well, I'm at the dance. But I'm not dancing. I'm writing, which I find much more entertaining anyhow. Anyways, what happened before the dance was very very funny! Here's how I remembered it.
::walks down the girls' staircase with her diary to leave. Ron's sitting in the common room. He dressed like a Fench guy, with a beret and everything::
Ron: well, Bon soir, mon amie!
Ron, you nut! Where did you learn French?
Ron: I learned a little from Harry
Why?
Ron: Because Harry says French impresses girls
::starts cracking up. Harry comes downstairs and laughs too::
Harry: I didn't think you'd ACTUALLY believe me! You're not going to go to the dance looking like that, are you?
::Ron turns red and runs up the boy's staircase. Harry and I leave for the dance::
Love from Hermione
12-25 8:30 PM
Dear Diary, Honestly, I don't believe it. This is even worse that Lavender reading my diary. Let me start from the beginning.
::is at the dance, writing in her diary. Lavender and her friends walk over::
Lavender: So, freak, can you be anymore geeky?
Leave me alone, Lavender.
Lavender: I guess not. She's surely freakish enough to bring a diary to a dance! ::she and her friends laugh::
Shut up, Lavender.
Lavender: oh, you're going to fight me now, aren't you? ::she punches me in the face:: Guess not. You're too much of a wuss.
::by this time, everyone has turned around to watch::
Oh, a wuss am I? ::spots a bowl of GREEN jello punch (LOL to all my Ezboard friends!). Takes out her wand::
Lavender: what are you going to do now?
THIS! ::zaps the bowl of punch. It flies over Lavender and pours the contents all over her:: GIVING YOU WHAT YOU DESERVE, YOU ANNOYING BRAT!
::Lavender is soaked in punch. Everyone starts laughing. Lavender glares at me::
Lavender: ::in a low voice:: Get out. No one here likes you, freak. Get out of here and never come back. You're a wuss and a freak that will never amount to anything. No matter how much you try. You're a waste of perfectly good Gryffindor space. ::she smiles evilly::
::I can feel the tears starting to slip down my face as Lavender and her friends start to laugh. I quickly grab my diary and run. I run outside to the tree, despite the cold. I can hear Lavender yell, Merry Christmas, then laugh. But the last thing I heard, diary, was someone running after me, calling my name.::
To be continued in part III……