Chapter: 1
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OK! On with the chappy.
Dear Journal,
Well, it's the first day of school. No, wait, it's the first day of fifth year. Yeah I wanna get that right. What a summer. I mean, so much has happened. I only had to stay with the Devil Dursleys for a month, and that's a good thing. Still, that month was hell. Bloody hell. How horrible can three people be? They drove me crazy with their nagging orders and ridiculous demands. Uncle Dursley even dragged me out of bed at 3 AM because he realized we were out of milk. I had to hike like 3 miles to the nearest overnight store. What a lazy ass! Well, no use getting all worked up over it. The horror with the Dursleys is over for the entire school year.
Ron rescued me from the freaking relatives. Yup, he used Floo powder. Almost gave Aunt Petunia a heart attack when she was trying to start a fire. The hell with her. She's almost as bad as her husband. Geez. I stayed the rest of the summer with Ron and his family. Did I mention that Ginny is really growing up? I mean, really. Wow, she looks so much older. It's hard to believe she's only fourteen; she looks sixteen, at least. Ron'll have a hell of a job protecting her from all the love-smitten guys that'll be after her, including me. Well, here we are now, at the train station. Gotta go.
--Harry
Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Weasley's approach gate 9 and ¾'s. It's a breezy sunny day fit for traveling. The air is buzzing with excitement from the newly approaching students and returning, more experienced students.
"Mum, you can go now. We're not little 1st years anymore..." said George.
"I know sweetie, but I'm your mother for goodness sake. I'm supposed to take care of you. Be thankful for that and oh you have a bit of dirt on your face." Mrs. Weasley licks her fingers and starts rubbing vigorously at George's face.
"Mum, we're in public for crying out loud. How many times do I have to tell you, not in front of the girls!" George turns about fifty shades of red, matching his flaming red hair.
"Haha, George! Well, bye mum, luv ya." With that, Ron rushes through the wall, followed by everyone else.
"Where the heck are they?" Hermione thought aloud.
Dear Diary,
Late again, I suppose, she thought. Guys! I can't believe they're my two best friends. Still, I love 'em. They're totally awesome. Too bad I didn't keep in touch too much this summer. Well, I'll be seeing more of them than I want to. Haha. They should get here soon though, the train is about to leave. We don't want another repeat of second year.
Shoot, they'll be so surprised to see me that they'll be sorry they were late. Wow, that sounds completely conceited. Never mind. I didn't write that. Still, I really have changed. It's not just me being self-centered either. I get stares from a lot of people, most guys, some of them older. It's a big change from the awkward, old Hermione. That Hermione was ignored, labeled the smart one, but not the new Hermione. I've decided to grow my hair out a few inches below my shoulders and I've found this great straightening potion. My hair isn't that wild, bushy, mess it was before. Everyone's really says I've grown into my features. People say I'm a natural beauty. I can't say I don't like the attention. Well, where are those two hooligans. Geez, I'm gonna like freakin' strangle them. Wait, here they are now on the platform. They look different too. Taller, not to mention more good-looking. Oh, fuck... There's Malfoy, sitting down at the other end of the train car. Why does he always have that smirk on his face, or is that a look of pleasure at what he sees. I just looked up right now, and he was staring at me! Well, he's not too shabby either. What the heck am I saying? That's disgusting! I can't believe I'm having unclean thoughts about Malfoy. Well, I can here Ron and Harry coming. Bye for now
--Hermione
A/N-Yay! Finally finished with that chapter. I know it's boring now but it'll get better soon. PLEASE R/R. I'll appreciate any suggestions or comments.
LUV, ME!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this stuff. Duh. Everyone knows that...
OK! On with the chappy.
Dear Journal,
Well, it's the first day of school. No, wait, it's the first day of fifth year. Yeah I wanna get that right. What a summer. I mean, so much has happened. I only had to stay with the Devil Dursleys for a month, and that's a good thing. Still, that month was hell. Bloody hell. How horrible can three people be? They drove me crazy with their nagging orders and ridiculous demands. Uncle Dursley even dragged me out of bed at 3 AM because he realized we were out of milk. I had to hike like 3 miles to the nearest overnight store. What a lazy ass! Well, no use getting all worked up over it. The horror with the Dursleys is over for the entire school year.
Ron rescued me from the freaking relatives. Yup, he used Floo powder. Almost gave Aunt Petunia a heart attack when she was trying to start a fire. The hell with her. She's almost as bad as her husband. Geez. I stayed the rest of the summer with Ron and his family. Did I mention that Ginny is really growing up? I mean, really. Wow, she looks so much older. It's hard to believe she's only fourteen; she looks sixteen, at least. Ron'll have a hell of a job protecting her from all the love-smitten guys that'll be after her, including me. Well, here we are now, at the train station. Gotta go.
--Harry
Harry, Ron, and the rest of the Weasley's approach gate 9 and ¾'s. It's a breezy sunny day fit for traveling. The air is buzzing with excitement from the newly approaching students and returning, more experienced students.
"Mum, you can go now. We're not little 1st years anymore..." said George.
"I know sweetie, but I'm your mother for goodness sake. I'm supposed to take care of you. Be thankful for that and oh you have a bit of dirt on your face." Mrs. Weasley licks her fingers and starts rubbing vigorously at George's face.
"Mum, we're in public for crying out loud. How many times do I have to tell you, not in front of the girls!" George turns about fifty shades of red, matching his flaming red hair.
"Haha, George! Well, bye mum, luv ya." With that, Ron rushes through the wall, followed by everyone else.
"Where the heck are they?" Hermione thought aloud.
Dear Diary,
Late again, I suppose, she thought. Guys! I can't believe they're my two best friends. Still, I love 'em. They're totally awesome. Too bad I didn't keep in touch too much this summer. Well, I'll be seeing more of them than I want to. Haha. They should get here soon though, the train is about to leave. We don't want another repeat of second year.
Shoot, they'll be so surprised to see me that they'll be sorry they were late. Wow, that sounds completely conceited. Never mind. I didn't write that. Still, I really have changed. It's not just me being self-centered either. I get stares from a lot of people, most guys, some of them older. It's a big change from the awkward, old Hermione. That Hermione was ignored, labeled the smart one, but not the new Hermione. I've decided to grow my hair out a few inches below my shoulders and I've found this great straightening potion. My hair isn't that wild, bushy, mess it was before. Everyone's really says I've grown into my features. People say I'm a natural beauty. I can't say I don't like the attention. Well, where are those two hooligans. Geez, I'm gonna like freakin' strangle them. Wait, here they are now on the platform. They look different too. Taller, not to mention more good-looking. Oh, fuck... There's Malfoy, sitting down at the other end of the train car. Why does he always have that smirk on his face, or is that a look of pleasure at what he sees. I just looked up right now, and he was staring at me! Well, he's not too shabby either. What the heck am I saying? That's disgusting! I can't believe I'm having unclean thoughts about Malfoy. Well, I can here Ron and Harry coming. Bye for now
--Hermione
A/N-Yay! Finally finished with that chapter. I know it's boring now but it'll get better soon. PLEASE R/R. I'll appreciate any suggestions or comments.
LUV, ME!!!