Chapter 2
**The Following are thoughts written down in the diary of 5th year, Hermione Granger, Gryffindor House.
Does he only see me as a friend? He remains so close to me, through good times, And bad. Oh, there are so many bad, yet so many good.
"Dear Diary.
Today was a good day. Classes were exceptionally interesting, especially Muggle Studies. Even though I was raised in the Muggle world, its so fascinating to hear about them from the wizarding point of view. Its very nice and warm outside, I love the springtime so much. The boys have a Quidditch match against Slytherin tomorrow. Ron is the new Gryffindor Keeper, after Wood graduated. He's quite good, especially since Harry bought him that new broomstick (oh, what's it called? I can never recall the names of those things) for his birthday. It's supposed to be a rather good one, same as Harry's. I can't wait to go and cheer them on. I've been feeling rather peculiar lately. Almost every time I walk into a room, (except the Library) I get a queer notion in the pit of my stomach. It's sort of like a tickle, but I don't know what could be causing it. I've also been noticing some weird things this past year. It feels like I'm being followed, or constantly being watched. I can feel sets of eyes on the back of my neck, which sometimes causes my hair to rise. Ugh! And do you know what just makes me furious? Malfoy, excuse me, DRACO Malfoy, is trying to ruin this year for me. I passed him in the hallway the other day, just minding my own business, walking with friends, and he comes up with this utterly vulgar comment! I can't even remember the exact subject matter, but it was very nasty, something about Muggle Studies, and being a mudblood. I just don't see how he can be so mean!!! This is turning out to be quite a year,. and exams are coming up in a few weeks. Ron tells me that he doesn't want to study yet, he says that he'll wait until the last week before them. Oh bully, its time to get going to dinner. More later, Hermione"
The ceiling of the hall was a beautiful sunset of orange and red. Hermione stared up at it as she walked slowly into the room. She wasn't very hungry, but she spotted Ron and Harry across the room and took a seat next to them.
"Hullo 'Mione" said Ron, with his mouth full- as usual. Harry, too polite to speak with food in his mouth, gave a cheery wave.
"Hi Ron, Hello Harry." Hermione replied.
"Have some of this chicken, its delicious" Her redhead friend said, swallowing. Hermione sighed,
"No, no thanks, I'm not that hungry"
"Something up? Malfoy giving you a hard time today?" asked Harry.
"Well, it's just, you heard what he said in the hallway today. it really hurt my feelings. I don't like it when he attacks me like that. Verbally, I mean." She said, becoming a little choked up.
"Oh Hermione, don't take it personally, remember what Hagrid told you, during our 2nd year here at Hogwarts?" Harry said, as he put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. Hermione smiled, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Yes. Thanks Harry, you always know just what to say."
Secretly, Ron scowled.
**The Following are thoughts written down in the diary of 5th year, Hermione Granger, Gryffindor House.
Does he only see me as a friend? He remains so close to me, through good times, And bad. Oh, there are so many bad, yet so many good.
"Dear Diary.
Today was a good day. Classes were exceptionally interesting, especially Muggle Studies. Even though I was raised in the Muggle world, its so fascinating to hear about them from the wizarding point of view. Its very nice and warm outside, I love the springtime so much. The boys have a Quidditch match against Slytherin tomorrow. Ron is the new Gryffindor Keeper, after Wood graduated. He's quite good, especially since Harry bought him that new broomstick (oh, what's it called? I can never recall the names of those things) for his birthday. It's supposed to be a rather good one, same as Harry's. I can't wait to go and cheer them on. I've been feeling rather peculiar lately. Almost every time I walk into a room, (except the Library) I get a queer notion in the pit of my stomach. It's sort of like a tickle, but I don't know what could be causing it. I've also been noticing some weird things this past year. It feels like I'm being followed, or constantly being watched. I can feel sets of eyes on the back of my neck, which sometimes causes my hair to rise. Ugh! And do you know what just makes me furious? Malfoy, excuse me, DRACO Malfoy, is trying to ruin this year for me. I passed him in the hallway the other day, just minding my own business, walking with friends, and he comes up with this utterly vulgar comment! I can't even remember the exact subject matter, but it was very nasty, something about Muggle Studies, and being a mudblood. I just don't see how he can be so mean!!! This is turning out to be quite a year,. and exams are coming up in a few weeks. Ron tells me that he doesn't want to study yet, he says that he'll wait until the last week before them. Oh bully, its time to get going to dinner. More later, Hermione"
The ceiling of the hall was a beautiful sunset of orange and red. Hermione stared up at it as she walked slowly into the room. She wasn't very hungry, but she spotted Ron and Harry across the room and took a seat next to them.
"Hullo 'Mione" said Ron, with his mouth full- as usual. Harry, too polite to speak with food in his mouth, gave a cheery wave.
"Hi Ron, Hello Harry." Hermione replied.
"Have some of this chicken, its delicious" Her redhead friend said, swallowing. Hermione sighed,
"No, no thanks, I'm not that hungry"
"Something up? Malfoy giving you a hard time today?" asked Harry.
"Well, it's just, you heard what he said in the hallway today. it really hurt my feelings. I don't like it when he attacks me like that. Verbally, I mean." She said, becoming a little choked up.
"Oh Hermione, don't take it personally, remember what Hagrid told you, during our 2nd year here at Hogwarts?" Harry said, as he put his arm around her shoulder to comfort her. Hermione smiled, as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Yes. Thanks Harry, you always know just what to say."
Secretly, Ron scowled.
