~December 2nd~ Monday
2:00pm
Oh fun, holiday cheer. With Christmas season approaching, chocolate is everywhere. So is mistletoe. It's enough during the regular year to see couples together everywhere, but to see them snogging all over the place can really take an effect on a person's stomach.
Bugger.
4:00pm
McGonagall showed up a half-hour late for transfiguration with a kind of large purple growth sprouting on her neck.
Deeply disturbed.
~December 4th~ Wednesday
Found interesting 17th century book in library, titled "Inner Poise for Witches". V. odd, as didn't think that eastern religions had any pull on witch literature. I'm not much into the whole philosophy anyway, though it is slightly interesting.
This has some things about self-control and confidence…this could work. Though I'm not completely into the yoga thing. I will forgo that. Last time I tried to do it, I got into such a state of mental brain-deadness that my wand went off sporadically and set my spandex shorts on fire.
No, yoga is completely out of the question.
~December 7th~ Saturday
Chocolate: 13 (v. bad), Assignments Due:0, Assignments turned In: 0, Malfoy Seductions: 4
8:02pm
Attended pre-holiday party in great hall. Dumbledore seems to enjoy these parties, with the approaching eternal darkness and all.
For some reason I cannot understand, I found myself in front of Snape and Madam Hooch, who was latched onto his arm most unattractively. I wonder what he paid her to attend the party with him.
As I said, I didn't know why I was there. Or Snape either, for that matter.
"Chemists' contributions to the area of Potions? Absolutely ridiculous." I hiccupped, waving my glass of champagne at them with unusual boldness. "The Muggle and Wizard ingested ingredients should be completely separated. Who knows the effects…"
"Miss Granger," Madam Hooch began to inquire. "What on earth are you talking about?"
"I completely understand," Snape said with a fine arched brow, and I blanch to admit that with that expression he actually looked somewhat attractive. "A chemist, Madam," he explained to the Quidditch coach. "Is similar to an apothecary, or as the American Muggles call them, pharmacists."
"I see," she replied blandly, hawk eyes boring into me. "Though I don't know what that has to do with the Hippogriff controversy in Brazil."
She never did like me.
I was heading for the door, hiding my red face behind my hair, when a hand landed on my shoulder and I whipped around. Ron was standing there, smiling.
"Why are you leaving?"
"I…"
He held out his hand, where a piece of brown inner peace rested. "Chocolate?"
"Erm…no," I replied stiffly. "I'm practicing inner poise." I refused to mention that I had already consumed 13 units of chocolate today.
"Mmhmm…" he looked a bit confused, his freckled nose wrinkled in a very cute sort of way. "Inner poise?"
"It's mostly…a Muggle thing."
"Oh." He scratched behind his ear. "My dad would probably like it."
I nodded slowly. "…maybe."
Awkward silence.
"You were here? I didn't even see you." I broke in, taking a wild stab at limited conversation.
"Yeah. I saw you, though. Why on earth were you talking to Snape?"
I didn't really know what to say. "Um…I don't know."
He sneered back at him. "Greasy git."
"Yeah," I quietly agreed. More silence followed.
"My room?"
"No."
"Come on, Hermione."
"No."
"All right, see you tomorrow then."
He gave me a kind of look that made me want to melt.
But ice queen still lives.
Inner poise, as some Muggles would say, rocks my world. Never mind the oxymoron.
~December 15th~ Sunday
Harry is acting v. odd. In a somewhat defensive way, he asked me during breakfast: "Are you in love with Ron?"
"What?" I asked.
He was being all huffy and jealous, I don't know why. It's not like he was interested in me. He had Ginny. I think it just has something to do with your best friend falling in love that throws him off of his natural course of Ginny pursuing.
"No," I replied, quite frankly.
"Liar." He punctuated his response by shoving a piece of fried toast into his mouth.
Hmph.
~December 17th~ Tuesday
10:00pm
It's at times like these when I sort of kind of regret boys being allowed access to the Head Girl's Room.
Ron knocked on my door and said, "Hermione, we need to talk."
"Go away," I said.
I do not love him.
No. I do not.
"Hermione, let me in."
"No."
"Can I at least use your loo?"
Argh.
Midnight
I have reached a series of conclusions of my current status. I am either:
1. Stupid
or
2. Pregnant.
Or all of the above.
~December 18th~ Wednesday
2:00am
"Hermione, are you all right?" Ron asked from my bed as I slumped over the toilet, groaning. In a chuckle that was very not like him, he added, "Losing your inner poise?"
I gave him a throaty moan in reply from my porcelien haven.
"Hermione, are you really all right?"
"Yes," I managed to croak.
"Good, if you're sure." He sounded concerned. At least I had that to bank on. "I want you to go the burrow with me for Christmas Holiday. Ron and Ginny are coming."
How would Mrs. Weasley react to having a grandchild?
I don't even want to think about it.
Yay, pregnant holiday. Wouldn't Mum be proud.
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