As Ron walked out of the classroom, he grabbed me up into his arms and gave me a huge hug.
"Thanks. I needed that," I said.
"What's the matter," he asked.
"Well, Harry's... he's just not in the best shape right now, and I can't find my diary either," I said. I couldn't tell him that Harry was dying. That wouldn't just hurt Ron, that would kill his heart.
"Uh, what's going on Hermione? What's going on with Harry," Ron asked quickly.
"Ron, just calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We just need to go look for this diary right now. We can stop by the hospital wing later and you can see him. I don't think that it would be a good idea for us to be in there right now while the professors are in there. Okay," I asked.
"Yeah, I guess we can see him in a little while. Are you sure there isn't something that you should be telling me," he asked curiously.
"Nope, there's nothing to tell." He didn't need to be worked all up to walk in there knowing that could be the last time that he got to see Harry. I didn't feel comfortable lying to Ron to keep him in good spirits either.
"Let's go to the library first then," I said to Ron as we started to walk.
We walked in silence all the way around the school except for the occasional giggle after Ron would purposely run into me. 'Too bad I'm in love with Draco,' I thought to myself. It was a shame that Ron and I's personalities weren't that compatible. He is truly a great gentleman. He's just not worth going after since I know right now we would be better friends.
While we were walking, I decided to take out the envelope that Draco had given me outside the Potions classroom. I opened it as if it were something so fragile, like I never wanted it to break. I pulled out a piece of long parchment that had been folded numerous times to fit it into the overly small envelope.
"What's that," Ron questioned.
"Oh, a letter that someone gave me the other day. I just hadn't had a chance to read it until now." As I skimmed parts of the letter, some things would just blast out in a wild fury to my eyes. The letter read:
Dear Hermione,
I'm sure that I should not be writing you this letter now for more reasons than one. I know that you hate me and that you are holding a few grudges toward me. The fact that I called you a Mudblood, the fact that I treated you like shit for the years we have been at Hogwarts. for all these things I have done, I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me. I can't help the way I feel about you Hermione. I. actually have found. love for once in my life. I can't help feeling sudden warmth every time I see you smile or when I run into you in the hallways. Even though it seems like you are totally against the mixing of houses, I can't deny what decisions my heart makes. I want to be with you, Hermione. I know that you have it bad for Potter, but I would hope that you would consider going with me to Hogsmeade for the Christmas shopping trip. I don't want you to feel like you have to go or anything, but I felt like it would give us an opportunity to throw the feelings out onto the table. I hope to hear from you soon, my dear.
Love always,
D
PS-If you were in any way concerned about where all the secret admirer gifts were coming from, it was me that sent them.
I just sat and stared at the letter, baffled as could be. I never realized how much all these random acts of evilness could turn into something so... beautiful. I turned to Ron as he just kept looking at me.
"We've got to find my diary," I said, walking down the hall.
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Back at the hospital wing, the professors were starting to leave the wing. Snape had worked with Nurse Turbin for at least a day trying to figure out what kind of potion to conjure to make Harry well again. Snape walked out from behind the curtain that surrounded Nurse Turbin's desk with a capped bottle. He tapped Harry on the shoulder and Harry woke up, startled.
"Here Potter, drink this," Snape said, shoving the bottle into Harry's chest.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry replied back, horsely.
Harry drank the potion down as if it was the exlixir of life. He needed this potion, and he was glad that he had a professor on staff that knew just what to use to make the potion work. Now he just needed to talk to Hermione. He needed to make sure that she was okay and that she wasn't too hurt by what he said when she was with Malfoy that day. He looked onto his bedside table for a pot of flowers, a card, anything to show a sign of life out there. He saw a book that he picked up that day that Hermione dropped all her books. Since he had been in here, he hadn't had a chance to even tell her that he had it. He saw nothing else to read around, so he just opened what looked like a history book...
Dear Diary,
I can't help feeling this way. Everything has built up for so long. He brightens my world with just the single Mudblood or the sudden push to get me out of his way. All those things just drive me insane. He is such a sweet guy and I would love to get to know him better. Too bad his father has to be Lucius Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy just makes him so unloveable. I feel as if this is totally wrong. Everyone assumes that Harry and I are going to get together and share our lives together. That just seems like the safe plan. Even though Harry is a totally awesome friend and I love him to death, I just can't help these feelings for someone else. Everyone sees me as Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes Granger, and I'm sick of being portrayed as such. I need that certain spice in my life and it looks as if he would be just right. I'm going back to the Common Room, but I will write more later. I'm sure Ron and Harry are waiting on me.
Mrs. Hermione Malfoy
Mrs. Draco Malfoy
Mrs. Hermione Granger-Malfoy
Mrs. Granger-Malfoy
Mrs. Malfoy-Granger
Draco + Hermione = love!
He couldn't believe it. Hermione loved... Malfoy? All this time, Harry thought that she had loved him. He was enraged just for the fact that Hermione had led him on. Falling asleep next to him when they were in the hospital wing gave off a strong vibe that she wanted to be with him just as bad as he wanted to be with her. A sudden fury rushed through his body, one like when he fought Voldemolt. He couldn't possibly hate Hermione, but he did. It could just be because she likes someone else besides me, he thought.
"Could I be jealous," he asked himself.
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Ron and I continued walking throughout the hallways of the castle until it was dinnertime. Since Christmas was upon the castle, everything was being spruced up for the holidays. Most of the Gryffindors were leaving, and I assumed that Draco would leave too. He leaves every year, so this one wouldn't be any different. Even though he gave me the letter and asked me if I would like to go to Hogsmeade with him, he could still go home. He would want to spend time with his father. Then, he would come back from break, and go back to pretending that he doesn't give the slightest damn about me. Of course, classes were over until the new year, but I would miss them like every year. At least Ron and Harry were staying again this year; certainly Harry wouldn't want to go back to the Dursleys'. They were rude & cruel to him. I wouldn't want him to risk not returning to Hogwarts. I needed to write a letter back to Draco or go talk to him without Ron or Harry being around. They can't have the slightest clue that I fell for their worst enemy.
"Thanks. I needed that," I said.
"What's the matter," he asked.
"Well, Harry's... he's just not in the best shape right now, and I can't find my diary either," I said. I couldn't tell him that Harry was dying. That wouldn't just hurt Ron, that would kill his heart.
"Uh, what's going on Hermione? What's going on with Harry," Ron asked quickly.
"Ron, just calm down. Everything is going to be okay. We just need to go look for this diary right now. We can stop by the hospital wing later and you can see him. I don't think that it would be a good idea for us to be in there right now while the professors are in there. Okay," I asked.
"Yeah, I guess we can see him in a little while. Are you sure there isn't something that you should be telling me," he asked curiously.
"Nope, there's nothing to tell." He didn't need to be worked all up to walk in there knowing that could be the last time that he got to see Harry. I didn't feel comfortable lying to Ron to keep him in good spirits either.
"Let's go to the library first then," I said to Ron as we started to walk.
We walked in silence all the way around the school except for the occasional giggle after Ron would purposely run into me. 'Too bad I'm in love with Draco,' I thought to myself. It was a shame that Ron and I's personalities weren't that compatible. He is truly a great gentleman. He's just not worth going after since I know right now we would be better friends.
While we were walking, I decided to take out the envelope that Draco had given me outside the Potions classroom. I opened it as if it were something so fragile, like I never wanted it to break. I pulled out a piece of long parchment that had been folded numerous times to fit it into the overly small envelope.
"What's that," Ron questioned.
"Oh, a letter that someone gave me the other day. I just hadn't had a chance to read it until now." As I skimmed parts of the letter, some things would just blast out in a wild fury to my eyes. The letter read:
Dear Hermione,
I'm sure that I should not be writing you this letter now for more reasons than one. I know that you hate me and that you are holding a few grudges toward me. The fact that I called you a Mudblood, the fact that I treated you like shit for the years we have been at Hogwarts. for all these things I have done, I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me. I can't help the way I feel about you Hermione. I. actually have found. love for once in my life. I can't help feeling sudden warmth every time I see you smile or when I run into you in the hallways. Even though it seems like you are totally against the mixing of houses, I can't deny what decisions my heart makes. I want to be with you, Hermione. I know that you have it bad for Potter, but I would hope that you would consider going with me to Hogsmeade for the Christmas shopping trip. I don't want you to feel like you have to go or anything, but I felt like it would give us an opportunity to throw the feelings out onto the table. I hope to hear from you soon, my dear.
Love always,
D
PS-If you were in any way concerned about where all the secret admirer gifts were coming from, it was me that sent them.
I just sat and stared at the letter, baffled as could be. I never realized how much all these random acts of evilness could turn into something so... beautiful. I turned to Ron as he just kept looking at me.
"We've got to find my diary," I said, walking down the hall.
**********************************
Back at the hospital wing, the professors were starting to leave the wing. Snape had worked with Nurse Turbin for at least a day trying to figure out what kind of potion to conjure to make Harry well again. Snape walked out from behind the curtain that surrounded Nurse Turbin's desk with a capped bottle. He tapped Harry on the shoulder and Harry woke up, startled.
"Here Potter, drink this," Snape said, shoving the bottle into Harry's chest.
"Thank you, Professor," Harry replied back, horsely.
Harry drank the potion down as if it was the exlixir of life. He needed this potion, and he was glad that he had a professor on staff that knew just what to use to make the potion work. Now he just needed to talk to Hermione. He needed to make sure that she was okay and that she wasn't too hurt by what he said when she was with Malfoy that day. He looked onto his bedside table for a pot of flowers, a card, anything to show a sign of life out there. He saw a book that he picked up that day that Hermione dropped all her books. Since he had been in here, he hadn't had a chance to even tell her that he had it. He saw nothing else to read around, so he just opened what looked like a history book...
Dear Diary,
I can't help feeling this way. Everything has built up for so long. He brightens my world with just the single Mudblood or the sudden push to get me out of his way. All those things just drive me insane. He is such a sweet guy and I would love to get to know him better. Too bad his father has to be Lucius Malfoy. Mr. Malfoy just makes him so unloveable. I feel as if this is totally wrong. Everyone assumes that Harry and I are going to get together and share our lives together. That just seems like the safe plan. Even though Harry is a totally awesome friend and I love him to death, I just can't help these feelings for someone else. Everyone sees me as Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes Granger, and I'm sick of being portrayed as such. I need that certain spice in my life and it looks as if he would be just right. I'm going back to the Common Room, but I will write more later. I'm sure Ron and Harry are waiting on me.
Mrs. Hermione Malfoy
Mrs. Draco Malfoy
Mrs. Hermione Granger-Malfoy
Mrs. Granger-Malfoy
Mrs. Malfoy-Granger
Draco + Hermione = love!
He couldn't believe it. Hermione loved... Malfoy? All this time, Harry thought that she had loved him. He was enraged just for the fact that Hermione had led him on. Falling asleep next to him when they were in the hospital wing gave off a strong vibe that she wanted to be with him just as bad as he wanted to be with her. A sudden fury rushed through his body, one like when he fought Voldemolt. He couldn't possibly hate Hermione, but he did. It could just be because she likes someone else besides me, he thought.
"Could I be jealous," he asked himself.
**********************************
Ron and I continued walking throughout the hallways of the castle until it was dinnertime. Since Christmas was upon the castle, everything was being spruced up for the holidays. Most of the Gryffindors were leaving, and I assumed that Draco would leave too. He leaves every year, so this one wouldn't be any different. Even though he gave me the letter and asked me if I would like to go to Hogsmeade with him, he could still go home. He would want to spend time with his father. Then, he would come back from break, and go back to pretending that he doesn't give the slightest damn about me. Of course, classes were over until the new year, but I would miss them like every year. At least Ron and Harry were staying again this year; certainly Harry wouldn't want to go back to the Dursleys'. They were rude & cruel to him. I wouldn't want him to risk not returning to Hogwarts. I needed to write a letter back to Draco or go talk to him without Ron or Harry being around. They can't have the slightest clue that I fell for their worst enemy.
