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Everything you recognise from Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling (aka The Goddess – a real one)
Everything you recognise from The Princess Diaries belongs to Meg Cabot
I own nothing :o)

Author's Notes/Rants:
Well, having seen the movie last week (it was released on the 29th here – we suck), I just HAD to revise Ginny's List of Hot Guys (Part 1) to include Oliver Wood. Honestly, if Hermione's a goddess, Oliver is nothing less than a GOD. ::drool:: I certainly won't be surprised when there is a sudden explosion of Sean Biggerstaff (oh, ruh-huh-heeeeeeeally? ::evil grin:: Please, excuse my sick mind) websites out in cyberspace. Er, does anyone know what actually happened in the scenes Wood was in? I was slightly preoccupied with those eyes that smile and man, THAT ACCENT!!! ::Five minutes later, once Squin has stopped hyperventilating:: And I'm telling ya, Tom Felton's gonna be a hottie (once he's finished with his orthodontic treatment), so take THAT everyone who doesn't believe that Draco is sexy! How CUTE were Ron & Hermione??? The dirt on your nose thing!! I was nearly peeing my pants! OMG, they did it so well, YAY! Go CC and WB! Hey, is it just me, or does Rupert Grint's smile remind anyone else of that divine Aussie, Heath Ledger's??? And don't even get me started on Alan Rickman. I mean, he might be 55 or something, but damn. Hmmm Snape's only in his 30s Cool. (Don't mind me, I've just been reading way too many of Strega Brava's incredible stories ::grin::) Now they just have to cast Colin Firth as Sirius and Ewan McGreggor as Remus – or Hugh Jackman for either of those roles, he's already proved his canine/wolf-acting skills, too – and I will be one HAPPY chappy!! Uh I didn't mean to rant about the movie whoops. I'll stop now.
Sorry I'm being so slow on this, I'm just slack. I did TWO CHAPTERS this time to make up for it!! Well, going now, toodles!

You're a little scary sometimes, you know that? Brilliant, but scary.
– Ron to Hermione, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Warner Bros.)


The Goddess Diaries - Part Six

Later on Monday

Well, I don't know what I'm going to do now. I have detention for a week, plus Flying review, plus goddess lessons with Grandmamma.
I didn't get back until nine o'clock tonight. Something as got to give.
Mum is furious. She says she's going to sue the school. She says no one can give her daughter detention for defending the weak. I told her that Professor McGonagall can. She can do anything. She's the head of Gryffindor house. I lost 10 points, too.
I can't say I really blame Professor McGonagall. I mean, it wasn't like I said that I was sorry, or anything. Professor McGonagall is a nice lady, but what could she do? I admitted I had done it. She told me I'd have to apologize to Pansy, and pay to have her sweater cleaned. I said I'd pay for the sweater but that I wouldn't apologize. Professor McGonagall looked at me over her square glasses and went, I beg your pardon, Hermione?
I repeated that I wouldn't apologize. My heart was beating like crazy. I didn't want to make anybody mad, especially Professor McGonagall, who can be very scary, when she wants to. I tired to picture her as the cute little cat she turned into in 3rd Year when we were learning about Animagi, but it didn't work. She still scared me.
Professor McGonagall didn't look mad, though. She looked concerned. I guess that's how educators are supposed to look. You know. Concerned about you. She went, Hermione, I must say, when Pansy came in here with her complaint, I was extremely surprised. It's usually Ginny Weasley I have to pull in here. I never expected I was going to have to pull you in. Not for disciplinary reasons. Academic reasons, maybe. I understand you still aren't doing very well in Flying. But I've never known you to have a bullying problem before. I really feel I must ask you, Hermione is everything all right?
For a minute I just stared at her.
Is everything all right? Is everything all right?
Hmm, hold on a minute, let me see my parents have moved to another country; I'm flunking a subject on one of the most basic Wizarding skills there is; my best friend hates me; I'm fifteen years old and have never been kissed; and oh, I just found out I'm a Goddess of Mount Olympus.
Oh, sure, I said to Professor McGonagall. Everything is fine.
Are you certain, Hermione? Because I can't help wondering if this isn't all rooted in some problems you might be having. I'm here to listen, dear.
Who did she think I was, anyway? Pansy-Wansy Parkinson? Like I was going to sit there and tell her all my problems. Yeah, Professor McGonagall. On top of all that other stuff, my grandmother is in the country, and my mother is paying my 100 Galleons a day to go to London every afternoon to get lessons from her in how to be a goddess. Oh, and this weekend, I ran into my best friend, and all he was wearing was a towel. Anything else you want to know?
Professor McGonagall said. I want you to know that you are a very special person. You have many wonderful qualities. There is no reason for you to feel threatened by Pansy Parkinson. None at all.
Oh, OK. Just because she's the prettiest, most popular girl in my year, and she's going out with the handsomest, most popular boy in the school, you're right, Professor McGonagall. There's no reason for me to feel threatened by her. Especially since she puts me down every chance she gets and tries to humiliate me in public. Threatened? Me? Nah.
You know, Hermione, Professor McGonagall said. I bet if you took the time to get to know Pansy, you would find she's really a very nice girl. A girl just like you.
Right. Just like me.
I was so upset, I actually told Grandmamma all about it at our oracle lesson. She was surprisingly sympathetic.
When I was a girl your age, Grandmamma said, there was a girl just like this Pansy and my school. Her name was Medea. She sat behind me in Charms. Medea would take the end of my braid, and dip it in her inkwell, so that when I stood up, I got ink all over my robes. But the teacher would never believe that Medea did it on purpose.
I was kind of impressed. That Medea had some guts. I never met anyone before who'd try to dis my grandmother. What did you do?
Grandmamma let out this evil laugh. Oh, nothing.
There is no way she did nothing to Medea. Not with a laugh like that. But no matter how hard I pestered her, Grandmamma wouldn't tell me what she did to get back at Medea. I'm kind of thinking maybe she killed her.
Well? I could happen.

Tuesday October 23, Breakfast

No Ginny again this morning. Not that I expected there to be. But I asked the 4th Years anyway, just in case maybe she wanted to be friends again. I mean, she could have seen how assertive I was with Pansy and decided she was wrong to criticize me so much.
But I guess not.
The funny thing is, when I came out of my room, Lavender and Parvati came out of their dorm too. We sort of smiled at each other, then we walked down to the Great Hall together. Lavender said she wanted to thank me for what I had done yesterday. And Parvati asked if maybe I wanted to maybe sit with them in Charms today. And lunch.
I said, I mostly said it because I feel sorry for Lavender and Parvati, since they don't seem to have any other friends, because everybody thinks they are stupid girly-girls.
And I think I kind of like them, too. They are nice to me.
It's nice to have people be nice to you.

I have GOT to:
1. Stop waiting for someone to tap me on the shoulder (Ginny is NOT going to talk to me;
neither is Draco Malfoy).
2. Make more friends.
3. Have more self-confidence.
4. Stop biting my fake fingernails.
5. Start acting more:
A. Responsible
B. Adult
C. Mature
6. Be happier.
7. Achieve self-actualization.

More Tuesday, History of Magic

Oh my Circe. I can't even believe this. But it must be true, since Lavender just told me:
Ginny has a date to the Halloween Ball this weekend.
Ginny has a date. Even Ginny has a date. That's not Neville (he's going with Susan Bones). I thought all the other boys in our school were terrified of Ginny, since she's been possessed by the young You-Know-Who and all.
But there's one other boy who's not.
Harry Potter.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!

More Tuesday, Charms

No boy will ever ask me out. Ever. EVERYONE has a date to the Halloween Ball. EVERYONE: Ginny, Lavender, Parvati, NEVILLE. I'm the only one not going. THE. ONLY. ONE.
Oh, Ron's not going. But that's because he doesn't want to. Great. Now I'm going to have to spend Saturday night sitting in the common room getting creamed at Wizard chess by Towel-Boy. Just great.
Why was I born under such an unlucky star? Why did I have to be cursed with such freakishness? Why? WHY???
I would give anything if, instead of being a five-foot-three know-it-all goddess, I could be a five-foot-six normal witch.
ANYTHING

Confundus Charm (con-FUN-dus) Origins: "confundo" L. to perplex
– Causes confusion. A person affected by this Charm is said to be Confunded.

Later Tuesday

Today in Flying, in between showing me how to brake without sliding off my broom, Ron complimented me on my handling of what he called the Parkinson Incident. I felt rather flattered, like when he said, Hermione, I don't know what's got into you lately! First you hit Malfoy then you walk out on Professor Trelawney – in this really astounded voice in 3rd Year. Maybe I've been assertive all along. Then again, in 3rd Year, I was pretty nuts from doing all those subjects and Time-Turning everywhere.
Anyway, Ron said it was all over the school, about how I'd decimated Pansy in front of Draco. He said, Malfoy's in your Arithmancy class, isn't he?
I said yes he is.
Ron said, That must be awkward, but I told him it actually wasn't, because Pansy didn't walk to class with him today on her way to Divination or something since she seems to be avoiding me lately, and Draco never talks to me at all anyway, since he sits up the back of the classroom and I'm in the front row, except to say, Can I get by here? once in a while.
I asked Ron if Ginny was still saying mean things about me, and he said, all taken aback, She's never said mean things about you. She just doesn't understand why you blew up at her like that.
I said, Ron, she's always putting me down! I just couldn't take it anymore. I have too many other problems without having friends who aren't supportive of me.
He laughed. What kind of problems could you have?
Like I was too much of a perfectionist or something to have problems!
Boy, did I straighten him out. I couldn't exactly tell him about being a Goddess of Mount Olympus, or about having never been kissed or anything, but I did remind him that I'm flunking flying, I have detention for a week and that my parents moved to another country.
He said he guessed I did have some problems after all.
The whole time Ron and I were talking, I saw Ginny shooting us these looks from down by the paddock as she cut up dragon liver for Milly, Hagrid's new baby. So I guess because I'm fighting with her, I'm not allowed to be friends with her brother.
Or maybe she's just sore because her boycott of Honeydukes is creating serious turmoil within the school. First of all, all the Ravenclaws have decided to do all their shopping exclusively at Honeydukes. Any why not? Because of Ginny's campaign, now they know they can get a five-Knut discount on just about everything. The other problem is that there is no other sweet shop within walking distance. This has caused some serious divisions withing the ranks of the protesters. The diabetics want to continue the boycott, but the chocoholics are all for writing the Honeydukes a stern letter and then forgetting about it. And since all the popular kids in school are Billywiggers, they aren't honouring the boycott at all. They're going to Honeydukes just like they always did to get their Fizzing Whizzbees.
When you can't get the popular kids on your side, you have to realise it's hopeless: without celebrity supporters, no cause stands a chance. I mean, where would St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries be without Celestina Warbeck, who recently recorded Puddlemore Utd's team anthem, Beat Back Those Bludgers, Boys, And Chuck That Quaffle Here, which is always interrupting WWN's Before They Were Quidditch Stars when all anyone really wants to know is whether world famous Beaters Kevin and Karl Broadmoor (Fred and George's idols) ever considered running their own joke shop.
Anyway, then Ron asked me a strange question. He went, So are you grounded?
I looked at him kind of funny. You mean for getting detention? No, of course not. My parents are totally on my side. My Mum wants to sue the school.
Ron said, Oh. Well, I was wondering because, if you aren't busy Saturday, I thought maybe we both could –
But then there was this bloodcurdling scream from Milly's paddock, because a 4th Year Hufflepuff fell into it because they had been perched on the fence, and all of us that were outside had to help Hagrid calm down Milly and put her back on her tether and Madam Hooch took the kid to the hospital wing.
Then the bell rang, and I ran to Runes as fast as I could. I knew what Ron was going to ask me, see: he was going to suggest we meet to go over my flight control, which he says is a human tragedy. And I just didn't think I could take it. Flying? On the weekend? After spending almost every waking moment on it all week?
No, thank you.
But I didn't want to be rude, so I left before he could ask me. Was that terrible of me?
Honestly, a girl can only take so much criticism of her kick-offs.

Homework:
HoM: International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy
CoMC: write a lullaby for Milly
Charms: ??? Ask Ron. Forgot. Can't ask Ron. He might ask me about Flying. Ask Harry.
Potions: Memory Potions essay
DADA: Wards essay
Arithmancy: Problems – Ex. 36
Transfig: none
Runes: Essay – Stonehenge and it's significance.

Continued in Part Seven...


A/N2: (which is actually about the fic, second surprise of all surprises) A lot of people wanted to know when everyone at Hogwarts finds out that Hermione's a goddess, and when Hermione gets with Draco (yes folks, it WILL happen!!) and how Ron reacts. Well, let me just remind everyone that patience is a virtue ;o) And just so you all know, I will NOT be Harry Pottering Princess In The Spotlight aka Take Two (the sequel to TPD) because that would be serious overkill. All good things must come to an end (there are a few more chapters of this to come, so stress less), but don't worry, I only do happy endings :o)