Chocolate Units: 3 (entirety of breakfast), Assignments Due: 1 Assignments turned In: 1, Malfoy Seductions: 2
9:51am
Harry managed to give me an unsympathetic roll of his eyes as I told him of my predicament. I had been trying all day to burn terms of self-esteem into my brain. But the burning didn't work, instead engraining a picture of Ron wearing a bright orange jumper and flailing about with a garland of daisies on his head.
"If I know Ron," Harry said loudly at the breakfast table. I had to throw a piece of toast at him to get him to quiet down. "Which I do, since he's my best mate and everything, he'll be begging for it in no time." He couldn't help but fend off a blanch as he muttered an unsatisfied "ew".
3:08pm
Spent lunch period in tea with Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore. The headmaster seemed unsettled, a bit irritated and flustered, while Professor McGonagall barely said a word, which is quite unusual for her.
"She has developed a bit of a crush on Lucius Malfoy, Miss Granger," Dumbledore explained after McGonagall had left, his eyes still twinkling over an obvious frown. "I'm afraid she's going a bit mad. Toffee?"
11:45pm
Oh, Merlin. I ended up spending dinner with Harry and Ginny, Lavender and Seamus, Pavarti and Dean, and Neville and his fifth-year girlfriend. I felt ready to suffocate. I think they've been spending so much time in their coupled-off packs that they don't know how to talk to single people anymore.
"So," Lavender asked, passing me a pitcher of apple cider. "How's the love life?"
I could feel my face redden. Why did she have to say that?
"Yes, why don't you have a boyfriend yet?" Chipped in Pavarti, tying the words together with an attempt at mock concern.
"Once you get to a certain age," Ginny offered. "All the decent blokes are already taken. Isn't that right, Hermione?"
I shot her a glance that told her that she wasn't exactly being helpful, but I don't think she noticed.
Decent blokes, my arse. At least I don't have a boyfriend who can belch the ABCs in French, like someone I know.
I won't mention who.
11:52pm
*CoughLavenderCough*
~October 5th~ Saturday
Ron is certainly ignoring me. Quidditch may be a good excuse for him, but not for me.
McGonagall is turning up late for transfiguration class now. Why do I have a feeling that I'll soon be a student of a broken house?
~October 6th~ Sunday
Chocolate Units: 5 (eh), Malfoy Seductions: 0 (superb)
3:07pm
I actually exchanged a few words with Ron today, though nothing completely spectacular. I have somehow managed to still maintain my icy exterior, even when my brain is screaming, "Shag me!" My classes must be a bit too easy this year, having too much time to think of other things.
9:05pm
Was working on history of magic homework when Nuntius book accidentally fell open (after a careful nudging of my foot and gentle kicks to get it to the right page). Was surprised to find a message from Ron.
Sour witch.
I glanced over at him through the commons, my ears burning with anger, to see that he was looking at me, grinning. He was flirting. Ha! But this is no time to give up iciness. I am winning. Will not write back.
9:07pm
Well, I don't want to be rude.
9:09pm
And this homework is incredibly boring. Maybe I'll just write a few words, nothing very friendly. Casual. Maybe buddy-buddy. He is one of my best friends, after all.
11:00pm
Ron and I wrote to each other for the rest of the night. But there is no way he's going to get what he wants. Stupid Weasley.
Went searching for McGonagall to ask about word in tomorrow's class, but she was nowhere to be seen. V. odd.
~October 10th~ Thursday
McGonagall is continuing to disappear at inconvenient moments, like when Neville accidentally turns his school robes into paperclips. One time she was even an hour late to class. I'm a bit worried.
Spent an hour looking for her yesterday afternoon, and when I finally found her she was looking frazzled and ran into her office.
Every time I mention something about it to Dumbledore, he just gives me a toffee and wanders away. I'm starting to wonder if senility is a trait that every Gryffindor must face in his or her lifetime.
And what's with the toffees? I thought curiosity killed the cat, not made it morbidly obese.
Quick question, everyone. Should this story be rated R (I mean as in it's actual rating, not heat up its content)? I'm kinda wondering. I don't really think so, but just one comment made me wonder. Anyway...
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Nah...not much of a Draco person myself, thought Tom Felton is yummy in a little-younger-than-me sort of way. But Snape all the way. We'll see.
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