Harry sighed as he watched Hermione go up to her dorm to study. God
she was beautiful. He shook his head slightly. Did he just call his best
friend, Hermione Granger, beautiful? He couldn't think that!
He walked up the stairs to his dorm and sat down on his bed. 'I wonder where Ron is' he thought to himself. They had gotten separated in the corridor after Transfiguration. He looked out the window. Snow! He jumped up and ran to the window. The first snowfall of the season! He had been hoping it'd come soon. He opened the drawer to his nightstand to get out his Gryffindor scarf. Then he saw something that he usually paid no attention to when he opened this drawer. The diary Hermione gave him after Cedric died. She had told him to write down all his feeling that he felt he couldn't tell anyone else. He had never written in it before, but he appreciated it all the same. But for some reason he felt strongly compelled to write in it. He picked it up, found his favorite quill and began to write.
Dear....Book,
December 1, 2003
It snowed today. Which means tomorrow's the annual snowball fight! Fred and George always love those. The real reason I'm writing in this is to tell someone about what I've been feeling lately. Normally I'd tell Ron, but it just doesn't seem right lately. I've been having these odd feelings towards Hermione. I....well I think I kind of sorta fancy her.
The doorknob started to move and Harry threw the book back in the drawer and slammed it shut. Ron walked in with giggling Lavender.
He walked up the stairs to his dorm and sat down on his bed. 'I wonder where Ron is' he thought to himself. They had gotten separated in the corridor after Transfiguration. He looked out the window. Snow! He jumped up and ran to the window. The first snowfall of the season! He had been hoping it'd come soon. He opened the drawer to his nightstand to get out his Gryffindor scarf. Then he saw something that he usually paid no attention to when he opened this drawer. The diary Hermione gave him after Cedric died. She had told him to write down all his feeling that he felt he couldn't tell anyone else. He had never written in it before, but he appreciated it all the same. But for some reason he felt strongly compelled to write in it. He picked it up, found his favorite quill and began to write.
Dear....Book,
December 1, 2003
It snowed today. Which means tomorrow's the annual snowball fight! Fred and George always love those. The real reason I'm writing in this is to tell someone about what I've been feeling lately. Normally I'd tell Ron, but it just doesn't seem right lately. I've been having these odd feelings towards Hermione. I....well I think I kind of sorta fancy her.
The doorknob started to move and Harry threw the book back in the drawer and slammed it shut. Ron walked in with giggling Lavender.