Dear Diary,
Oh my God! We had a test last week, which I totally studied for, and we got them back today. I FAILED. How could I, Hermione Granger, fail? I studied for three straight hours on it, and yet I failed. Even RON got a better grade than I did.
It's got something to do with British politics; I know it! How else could I have failed that test in Arithmancy?
Goodness...
...Anyway, you're probably wondering where I've been for the past...er, how long has it been since I last wrote in you, friend? Hmmmm...OH MY WORD! It's been nearly a month! I'm SORRY! I didn't realize...
Well, I guess I best be letting you catch up, then? Let's see. Where would you like me to begin?
My long-gone crush on Draco had sadly and most unfortunately resurrected itself from the ten-foot grave I've thrown it in. I guess that's what happens when you bury something alive. Eh...go figure. I (stupidly) told Ginny, and she totally exploded in my face. She said that I was a "Draco- crush stealer" (whatever in hell that's supposed to mean) and that "I didn't have any right to copy her crushes."
I just walked away. Not saying a word. Because I knew that if I did, I would never forgive myself and neither would Ginny. Well, I supposed I could tell *you* what I wanted to say to her...
I wanted to tell her, "Well, guess what Ginny? You asked him out, didn't you? And what did he say? He said NO! So what's the big matter if I start to fancy him? It's not like I'm going to be as stupid as you and ask him out when I know perfectly well that he wouldn't even think twice about it! I'm not stealing your precious Draco from you, all right? First off, he's NOT YOURS to begin with! So there."
And I feel very, very intellectual for not saying that to her face. Yet, still, we haven't spoken in about three weeks. And I am very okay with that.
...Diary, isn't it amazing at how I can blab about one thing, and as fast as lightning start blabbering on about something totally different? I find it very interesting. You know, maybe I could write a nice four-page essay on that for extra-credit in Arithmancy...
Anyway, Harry told me that he fancies someone else. Hah! Undoubtedly! He has a different fancy almost every two weeks! I don't normally bother to mention any of those poor girls in here, but now I think that it is completely necessary. He told me that he fancies...Ginny.
I know that it shouldn't seem such a shock to you, but he's had a fancy for her...almost every other two-week transition. Yes, yet Ginny fancies evil old Draco.
If we play our cards right, we could end up in a love rectangle or something. Don't you think?
Interesting.
Well, I'm off to go and help the House Elves. S.P.E.W. till the end!
Hermione
Oh my God! We had a test last week, which I totally studied for, and we got them back today. I FAILED. How could I, Hermione Granger, fail? I studied for three straight hours on it, and yet I failed. Even RON got a better grade than I did.
It's got something to do with British politics; I know it! How else could I have failed that test in Arithmancy?
Goodness...
...Anyway, you're probably wondering where I've been for the past...er, how long has it been since I last wrote in you, friend? Hmmmm...OH MY WORD! It's been nearly a month! I'm SORRY! I didn't realize...
Well, I guess I best be letting you catch up, then? Let's see. Where would you like me to begin?
My long-gone crush on Draco had sadly and most unfortunately resurrected itself from the ten-foot grave I've thrown it in. I guess that's what happens when you bury something alive. Eh...go figure. I (stupidly) told Ginny, and she totally exploded in my face. She said that I was a "Draco- crush stealer" (whatever in hell that's supposed to mean) and that "I didn't have any right to copy her crushes."
I just walked away. Not saying a word. Because I knew that if I did, I would never forgive myself and neither would Ginny. Well, I supposed I could tell *you* what I wanted to say to her...
I wanted to tell her, "Well, guess what Ginny? You asked him out, didn't you? And what did he say? He said NO! So what's the big matter if I start to fancy him? It's not like I'm going to be as stupid as you and ask him out when I know perfectly well that he wouldn't even think twice about it! I'm not stealing your precious Draco from you, all right? First off, he's NOT YOURS to begin with! So there."
And I feel very, very intellectual for not saying that to her face. Yet, still, we haven't spoken in about three weeks. And I am very okay with that.
...Diary, isn't it amazing at how I can blab about one thing, and as fast as lightning start blabbering on about something totally different? I find it very interesting. You know, maybe I could write a nice four-page essay on that for extra-credit in Arithmancy...
Anyway, Harry told me that he fancies someone else. Hah! Undoubtedly! He has a different fancy almost every two weeks! I don't normally bother to mention any of those poor girls in here, but now I think that it is completely necessary. He told me that he fancies...Ginny.
I know that it shouldn't seem such a shock to you, but he's had a fancy for her...almost every other two-week transition. Yes, yet Ginny fancies evil old Draco.
If we play our cards right, we could end up in a love rectangle or something. Don't you think?
Interesting.
Well, I'm off to go and help the House Elves. S.P.E.W. till the end!
Hermione