A/N: I've decided to put up four chapters this time, because I have four chapters. Each "story" chapter is getting progressively longer, so don't worry about how short the "diaries" are. And if anyone thinks someone is out of character, bring your beef to me, so I can explain, or not. ;)
Gratuities:
Jerica: Thank you, and here is the more you are looking for.
The Stars Hold Nine Serpents: Thank you. I like to get into their heads too.
dedanaan: Well, her parents are probably nice, just not interested in loving each other. Or anything besides their money, for that matter. I don't think we'll actually see them, but perhaps a letter or three from them.
McNa: The dialogue was from Hermione's memory, and as we all know, memories are sometimes not the most reliable things. And yes, I should be doing more describing, but I'm a dialogue freak. ;) Promise to give them some time to sit somewhere and reflect on their idiocy soon.
Allore NightShadow: Slowing down will take a bit of doing. In real life there isn't that much time, and I'm going to give as realistic an impression as I can. Which includes the abruptness in the relationship forming between Hermione and Snape.
Eternal Queen: Thank you! And I am!
Katie Scarlette: Goodness me, I'm blushing! I've never had so many compliments at once! Except for my frind Tori who always says "Yay! Story!" I will try and live up to your expectations.
Story:
When she stepped into my classroom that night, I wanted to go over and hold her. Her normal mask was gone, and she seemed so very small and frightened. I knew I could not; instead I carefully watched my words and made sure she did not bear the brunt of my bad mood.
This was how it would go for the first week. Then I realized that she was slowly beginning to put up her shields again. I was about to lose that one small view into her feelings. Or so I was willing to believe.
I will admit: I was frantic. I wanted more than anything to see what no one else could. As I tried to find ways to get her to stay open, a thought was repeating itself over and over in my mind.
"You're acting like a Death Eater. You want power over her. You want to control her."
And I did. I wanted to be the only one who could make her smile, cry, laugh, and scream. She was becoming an obsession. But she was my obsession! And that made all the difference in my mind.
Gratuities:
Jerica: Thank you, and here is the more you are looking for.
The Stars Hold Nine Serpents: Thank you. I like to get into their heads too.
dedanaan: Well, her parents are probably nice, just not interested in loving each other. Or anything besides their money, for that matter. I don't think we'll actually see them, but perhaps a letter or three from them.
McNa: The dialogue was from Hermione's memory, and as we all know, memories are sometimes not the most reliable things. And yes, I should be doing more describing, but I'm a dialogue freak. ;) Promise to give them some time to sit somewhere and reflect on their idiocy soon.
Allore NightShadow: Slowing down will take a bit of doing. In real life there isn't that much time, and I'm going to give as realistic an impression as I can. Which includes the abruptness in the relationship forming between Hermione and Snape.
Eternal Queen: Thank you! And I am!
Katie Scarlette: Goodness me, I'm blushing! I've never had so many compliments at once! Except for my frind Tori who always says "Yay! Story!" I will try and live up to your expectations.
Story:
When she stepped into my classroom that night, I wanted to go over and hold her. Her normal mask was gone, and she seemed so very small and frightened. I knew I could not; instead I carefully watched my words and made sure she did not bear the brunt of my bad mood.
This was how it would go for the first week. Then I realized that she was slowly beginning to put up her shields again. I was about to lose that one small view into her feelings. Or so I was willing to believe.
I will admit: I was frantic. I wanted more than anything to see what no one else could. As I tried to find ways to get her to stay open, a thought was repeating itself over and over in my mind.
"You're acting like a Death Eater. You want power over her. You want to control her."
And I did. I wanted to be the only one who could make her smile, cry, laugh, and scream. She was becoming an obsession. But she was my obsession! And that made all the difference in my mind.