I've added the days of the week to make it less confusing for, mostly, me.
Disclaimer: I don't really own anything in this story. I am completely unoriginal.
7th September Sunday
Chocolate Units: 27 (damn party), Assignments Due: 3, Assignments Turned In: 3, Malfoy Seductions: 7 (again, damn party)
11:42pm
I've pinpointed the source of my Malfoy habit. I think I'm emotionally insecure, so I have to depend on my successfulness in making Draco squirm for boosting my self-esteem. At least, that's what Ginny said after I managed to get him away from my boots.
I feel sorry for him, really. It's obvious he was deprived of love as a child.
Especially with a father like Lucius. The Purebloods are in denial, I think. The in-breeding must heighten the chance of having a disfunctional family. I sometimes wish that he had a sibling or two, just to see if they would beat up on each other like the Weasleys do. But not at all friendly-like; spiteful, mean, and incredibly fun to watch. It would be priceless to walk down the hall and see clumps of white-blond hair littering the floor.
The party was fun, as far as parties go, though I accidentally dropped my wand in the punchbowl (I don't see why sleeve holders are preferred to pockets once a witch or wizard is of age, they're really very inconvenient when it comes to grabbing things) and resulted in a punch explosion through out the whole of the Great Hall. Fortunately, Dumbledore was able to clean things up with a flick of a wand. But there were still quite a few people that were angry with me.
For some odd reason, Snape managed to make an appearance. I thought he would have shut himself in his dungeon to work on some important potion, but no…appeared out of nowhere in his usual dark and brooding manner. At least there was no brightly coloured jumper this time.
I hadn't seen Ron for most of the night, I believed he was still ill and stationed in the infirmary. The cookies shouldn't have made him sick…
Maybe I hadn't cooked them long enough? There were raw…
Oh well, it doesn't matter. Snape just stood in the middle of the hall with a glass of incredibly dark wine, staring at the wall. I positioned myself by the punch bowl, trying to look disinterested yet completely available (not to Snape, of course). Harry was off somewhere unknown, and since Ginny had disappeared completely I could only guess that they were together.
Ugh.
A strong, warm hand on my arm caught me by surprise, and I heard a voice in my ear.
"Nice explosion, Hermione."
Ha! He was there!
"Hullo, Ron," I replied, twisting around to face him. He looked perfectly normal, recovered, and quite amused.
"Let's get out of here."
I nodded and he took my arm, leading me out of the hall and into the entrance.
We stood there for a while in silence, while I unknowingly cut off the circulation to his hand with my grasp.
"Herm…do you want to…"
"Hmm?" I looked up at him with half-closed eyelids, pretending I was sexy but instead probably looking a dying fish.
"Ah…dammit." Ron let go of my arm and backed a bit away toward the hallway. "I forgot, I have detention with Filch."
My heart dropped into my stomach, but I somehow managed to croak out, "You, too, eh? I thought Head Boys and Girls weren't supposed to get detention."
"I thought so, too…I'm sorry, 'Mione. I'll see you later."
He waved to me and started to walk down the hall. But a few second later he ran back to me and dipped me (how completely old fashioned) and kissed me (this part not at all considered old fashioned…).
Ron swore loudly. "Five minutes late. 'Bye."
11:57pm
I suddenly feel very fat, unattractive, and nervous. Maybe he was just making it up?
11:59pm
Yes, I have no doubt he was making it up. The detention was very convenient.
Damn Ron.
8th September Monday
Chocolate Units: 2 (v.g., but I fail to see the point), Assignments Due: 2, Assignments Turned In: 3, Malfoy Seductions: None (self-esteem plunging), Negative Thoughts: 114, Positive Thoughts: 0
6:38pm
I have apparently convinced myself to keep this weekend free for no apparent reason other than to study for final exams eight months in advance. Ron has neither written nor owled (yes, a bit of trouble to do that, but it would have shown that he cares), and I missed him both at breakfast and lunch. In the few classes we had together were too busy for me to get a hold of his attention.
What is wrong with me? Am I really that repulsive? Why? Why?
Does the snogging mean nothing?
8:00pm
Suspicions about the mysterious disappearance of Harry and Ginny the previous night proved true. This includes, but is not limited to, the disappearance of pantyhose, thorns, and innocent bystanders.
At least one of us is happy.
Well…two of us, I suppose.
8:03pm
Bloody hell, why can't it be me?
10th September Wednesday
Chocolate Units: 8 (in self-loathing), Assignments Due: 1, Assignments Turned In: 1, Malfoy Seductions: 1
8:22am
Recruited Harry to talk to Ron. I am thinking this was not a very good idea, as boy is still on a shag high from Ginny. Am afraid of what Ron may do to him if he finds out.
6:03pm
Turns out my fears were displaced, for as soon as Harry started talking to Ron about anything that could eventually lead to snogging (and in turn, shagging), he turned beet red and ran away. I guess bragging gets more difficult once it involves your best friend's little sister.
11th September Thursday
Chocolate Units: 3, Assignments: lost track (v. bad), Malfoy Seductions: 0 (superb)
5:15am
Urhg, Iam gueoing bak to sleepe chien.
6:46am
What on earth was that? I don't even remember waking up.
7:08am
Casually (frantically) opened Nuntius book in Gryffindor commons to see new message from Ron.
Thanks.
Somehow, that doesn't sound good. Men...boys that are attracted to you do not say "thanks". It just…doesn't work. It's like saying thanks to someone who ate your hand.
I somehow managed to summon up the courage to write back.
Please shut up. Head Girls are too busy and important to deal with the likes of Head Boys.
I turned my head to see that Ron was sitting by the fireplace, carefully shrouded by a group of fourth years, enveloped in the matching black book with a quill in his hand.
Sorry. Head Boys don't know that kind of pressure.
P.S. Your boobs look great in those PJs
Pervert.
5:33pm
Ha! I have managed to successfully keep my icy Head Girl composure while securing a date in Hogsmeade this Saturday morning for breakfast. And the way he asked...stupid but endearing.
He sauntered up to me while I was huddled in my corner, trying hard to concentrate on my Astronomy charts.
"Hermione." His voice cracked. I tried hard not to laugh. "I don't suppose you're busy on Saturday or anything. It's not like you have anything better to do than study, and if you want to study on Saturday night, I reckon we could go out to breakfast instead..."
Is it just me, or is Saturday morning an odd time for a first date? It's all off, like Sunday night or Wednesday at 3pm.
September 13th SaturdayNegative Thoughts: about a billion, lost count of everything else
8:00am
Oh Merlin, oh Merlin. I have a date with Ron in two hours and my hair resembles Mrs Norris on an off-day. The glowing nail polish I had on has faded and is flashing advertisements to buy another bottle. Unfortunately, I am out and cannot apply another coat. Maybe I can just make it seem as if mini flashing nail adverts are all the rage in Paris.
I cannot imagine going through adolescence as a Muggle. I was fortunate enough to learn some useful spells once I started getting my stupid period, and to keep the hair on my legs away. But without magic I'd be having cramps, my hair would probably be about the size of Asia and less willing to behave, I'd have to shave my legs every day and I would completely overestimate the power of a tampon. I don't know how Mum does it. No wonder Muggle girls have such little confidence.
And I have come to a conclusion: I need to stop being so vain. I think that I've been around Lavender and Parvati too much. Intelligence doesn't matter to them...
I'm trying to remember if I used to be happier when I didn't truly care about my appearances.
But I don't remember. This is truly sad.
9:30am
I cannot believe it. I was on my way to my en-suite bathroom (ah, the perks of being Head Girl), when I saw a new message in my open Nuntius book from Ron.
"Sorry, Hermione, I'm going to have to pass on breakfast. I got tons of homework to do this weekend, and a presentation in Divination on Monday."
Smart boy, to pick a class that I wasn't in. That was unlike him.
But bugger Ron, anyway. I am stood up. Entire morning wasted. I do not feel like going to Hogsmeade anymore, and seeing all the happy couples having happy times. I do not need man. Man is futile without woman, but woman is unstoppable without man.
11:05am
Damn him.
11:10am
Still, he is Head Boy. And besides those responsibilities, he's taking a surprisingly large amount of classes for his little brain. Maybe he just didn't want to ruin first date with Hermione-type panic. School work's always first priority, anyway.
3:29pm
He could have at least written again. He is probably out with someone with less hair.
6:00pm
Wasted day wallowing in self pity while doing Potions homework. I hate Ronald Weasley. I do not need him. So what if he's my best friend. I am going to slick down my hair.
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The next chapter will probably be up quickly, but will be sporadic and short, just as a warning.