Hermione sat in the Gruffindor common room writing in her diary. Draco
walked in. (not supposed to be there.) He tried to read what she was
writing over her shoulder...
"Malfoy!" Hermione cried "What do you think you're doing?!?!?!?!"
"What do you you write in there anyways mudblood?" sneered Draco.
"Nothing that concerns you."
Malfoy tried to snatch her light blue colored diary, with a bronze-looking lock from her tight grip.
"MALFOY! STOP! Or i'll tell Professor McGonagall about your being here!" What would she say about that? hmm??"
Draco gave her a look of disgust as he walked out of the room. He walked down the stairs of the Gryffindor tower thinking to himself ::Wonder what's so important in there anyways? Maybe i'll have to go find it while she's out at the library studying, I know about our potions test comming up, she'll have to study for that soon::
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Draco lay in his bed. It was 8 o' clock at night. He thought about how Hermione would probably be in the library tomarrow studying, like always, and that is when he would go to find her diary.
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Draco woke up the next morning at 7 o' clock. It was saturday. He knew that Hermione was probably already in the library, skimming through books, memorizing everything she had read through already.
He knew that this was his chance to find out what Hermione kept so secretive. ::It probably wasnt anything good:: He thought to himself. But he continued up to the Gryffindor tower anyways. He saw that there was noone up there, Hermione and her roomates must have all gone to study. He thought ::Where would a mudblood like herself hide her diary?:: He walked over to her bed, he lifted up the pillows, and saw her diary right there, surprised that is was not locked. He picked it up, as he heard footsteps walking towards the door... he threw the diary on the bed and jumped underneath Hermione's bed. Someone walked into the room... he could feel sweat trickle down his forehead hoping it wasnt Hermione, and hoping whoever it was wouldn't look under the bed. They started to walk away. Draco got out from under the bed and reached for Hermione's Diary. He sat down, and opened up to the first page, he read...
Dear Diary,
Today is my fifteenth birthday, and once again, my whole family has done nothing for me. It didnt surprise me though. My dad beat me again this morning, for not cleaning the house quick enough. I had to tell my friends that I had fallen down the stairs again. Maybe i'll just start slitting my wrists, maybe it will get rid of all my stress. But then what would be my excuse for that? I could say my dat scratched me. Yes, that would work! Well I have to go. My dad is comming up the stairs, I can hear him, probabaly time for another beating, man I cant't wait until Hogwarts, I have nothing to worry about when i'm there except of coarse Draco Malfoy, Oh how I wish he would just change so that I wouldnt have to deal with him. I have enough to deal with at home. Well I really have to go.
Lots of love ~ Hermione
Draco was stunned, who could have thought Hemione went through all of this at home? He had pictured her family perfect, and rich, and all extremely smart. Was he wrong. He actually felt bad for her, in an odd sort of way. She had mentioned him, out of all people. He congradulated himself on accomplishing his mean ways, but he still felt bad for her, and for what she went through at home. Maybe that's why she has never mentioned her family for this reason. He heard footsteps once again. Quicker this time, the door to the dormitrie opened...
It was Hermione. Draco stood up and dropped her diary on the floor.
"Malfoy!" Hermione cried "What do you think you're doing?!?!?!?!"
"What do you you write in there anyways mudblood?" sneered Draco.
"Nothing that concerns you."
Malfoy tried to snatch her light blue colored diary, with a bronze-looking lock from her tight grip.
"MALFOY! STOP! Or i'll tell Professor McGonagall about your being here!" What would she say about that? hmm??"
Draco gave her a look of disgust as he walked out of the room. He walked down the stairs of the Gryffindor tower thinking to himself ::Wonder what's so important in there anyways? Maybe i'll have to go find it while she's out at the library studying, I know about our potions test comming up, she'll have to study for that soon::
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Draco lay in his bed. It was 8 o' clock at night. He thought about how Hermione would probably be in the library tomarrow studying, like always, and that is when he would go to find her diary.
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Draco woke up the next morning at 7 o' clock. It was saturday. He knew that Hermione was probably already in the library, skimming through books, memorizing everything she had read through already.
He knew that this was his chance to find out what Hermione kept so secretive. ::It probably wasnt anything good:: He thought to himself. But he continued up to the Gryffindor tower anyways. He saw that there was noone up there, Hermione and her roomates must have all gone to study. He thought ::Where would a mudblood like herself hide her diary?:: He walked over to her bed, he lifted up the pillows, and saw her diary right there, surprised that is was not locked. He picked it up, as he heard footsteps walking towards the door... he threw the diary on the bed and jumped underneath Hermione's bed. Someone walked into the room... he could feel sweat trickle down his forehead hoping it wasnt Hermione, and hoping whoever it was wouldn't look under the bed. They started to walk away. Draco got out from under the bed and reached for Hermione's Diary. He sat down, and opened up to the first page, he read...
Dear Diary,
Today is my fifteenth birthday, and once again, my whole family has done nothing for me. It didnt surprise me though. My dad beat me again this morning, for not cleaning the house quick enough. I had to tell my friends that I had fallen down the stairs again. Maybe i'll just start slitting my wrists, maybe it will get rid of all my stress. But then what would be my excuse for that? I could say my dat scratched me. Yes, that would work! Well I have to go. My dad is comming up the stairs, I can hear him, probabaly time for another beating, man I cant't wait until Hogwarts, I have nothing to worry about when i'm there except of coarse Draco Malfoy, Oh how I wish he would just change so that I wouldnt have to deal with him. I have enough to deal with at home. Well I really have to go.
Lots of love ~ Hermione
Draco was stunned, who could have thought Hemione went through all of this at home? He had pictured her family perfect, and rich, and all extremely smart. Was he wrong. He actually felt bad for her, in an odd sort of way. She had mentioned him, out of all people. He congradulated himself on accomplishing his mean ways, but he still felt bad for her, and for what she went through at home. Maybe that's why she has never mentioned her family for this reason. He heard footsteps once again. Quicker this time, the door to the dormitrie opened...
It was Hermione. Draco stood up and dropped her diary on the floor.