Hi, thank you all for the kind reviews. You all know that I am a 3-eyed
alien with an emotional range of a teaspoon, so obviously I am NOT JKR.
That is most unfortunate, but I thank I shall go and drown my sorrows in
some more Harry Potter and the.... (even though me and RocketGirl888 reckon
it should be Ron Weasley and the... Oh yeah- hi Ali, and hi Ginny. Keep on
rocking.) Well, anyway, here it is......
Yours,
Hermione Double
PS, To Lavender Angel and anyone else interested, it isn't exactly a diary, but it kind of is. To tell the truth, I don't know what it is. Make up your own minds, and have fun!
Hermione's here. We went to pick her up before- her house is crackers - LOADS of Muggle stuff everywhere. Dad went mad - he honestly nearly exploded when he saw the Velly-Tision or whatever it's called. He's SO embarrassing. Oh God, I'm starting to sound like Percy. First prefect, next cauldron bottom reports. I think I should maybe start hanging round with young Frederic and George.
Anyway, I asked Hermione about Vicky again, she still says there's nothing going on, and I still don't believe her. I mean I WANT to believe her, but it's difficult. There's something different about her, you see? I mean, of course she's different to Harry- I mean- she's a girl. (See Hermione? I am acknowledging your gender!) Anyway, she's just different.
REALLY different. I know it sounds lame. I know it sounds stupid. And I tell you what really is stupid- me talking about my best-friend when I have to go and pay Fred back for putting dung in my bed. Hmmm, perhaps some rotted newt-heads from last-years potion store in tonight's ice cream may do the trick.
Hermione's messing about with Ginny. I can hear her giggling. She's got a nice laugh. She sounds like a hyperactive seal- it's quite cute. Oh, God, I'm doing it AGAIN. But I like to talk about her. I don't dare talk about her in front of Harry in case he gets suspicious. Not that there's anything to be suspicious about- I mean, there's nothing between us. There might be something between Harry and Hermione now that the Cho thing's out the window, though. God, I'm paranoid. Stop it Ron!
Oops, I think Mum wants me to de-gnome the garden again. Shame I can't Apparate yet- I think Fred and George have already escaped. Lucky gits. Hey, maybe Hermione can help me. Now there's a thought.......
But how to drag her away from Ginny and their girly chit-chat (urgh- I cringe at the thought.) Though I think the old trick of male ignorance might help.
God, Ginny's door need's a good paint- pink and peeling! Anyway, here goes... Oh God! What is wrong with me? This is my little sister and my best- friend! Well, admittedly (but only to you) that maybe I would prefer if she was, well...a bit more than that. Oh God, WHAT AM I SAYING??
PS, To Lavender Angel and anyone else interested, it isn't exactly a diary, but it kind of is. To tell the truth, I don't know what it is. Make up your own minds, and have fun!
Hermione's here. We went to pick her up before- her house is crackers - LOADS of Muggle stuff everywhere. Dad went mad - he honestly nearly exploded when he saw the Velly-Tision or whatever it's called. He's SO embarrassing. Oh God, I'm starting to sound like Percy. First prefect, next cauldron bottom reports. I think I should maybe start hanging round with young Frederic and George.
Anyway, I asked Hermione about Vicky again, she still says there's nothing going on, and I still don't believe her. I mean I WANT to believe her, but it's difficult. There's something different about her, you see? I mean, of course she's different to Harry- I mean- she's a girl. (See Hermione? I am acknowledging your gender!) Anyway, she's just different.
REALLY different. I know it sounds lame. I know it sounds stupid. And I tell you what really is stupid- me talking about my best-friend when I have to go and pay Fred back for putting dung in my bed. Hmmm, perhaps some rotted newt-heads from last-years potion store in tonight's ice cream may do the trick.
Hermione's messing about with Ginny. I can hear her giggling. She's got a nice laugh. She sounds like a hyperactive seal- it's quite cute. Oh, God, I'm doing it AGAIN. But I like to talk about her. I don't dare talk about her in front of Harry in case he gets suspicious. Not that there's anything to be suspicious about- I mean, there's nothing between us. There might be something between Harry and Hermione now that the Cho thing's out the window, though. God, I'm paranoid. Stop it Ron!
Oops, I think Mum wants me to de-gnome the garden again. Shame I can't Apparate yet- I think Fred and George have already escaped. Lucky gits. Hey, maybe Hermione can help me. Now there's a thought.......
But how to drag her away from Ginny and their girly chit-chat (urgh- I cringe at the thought.) Though I think the old trick of male ignorance might help.
God, Ginny's door need's a good paint- pink and peeling! Anyway, here goes... Oh God! What is wrong with me? This is my little sister and my best- friend! Well, admittedly (but only to you) that maybe I would prefer if she was, well...a bit more than that. Oh God, WHAT AM I SAYING??
