Hermione sat in her office all night, her mind filled with painful
memories. She quickly unpacked her things, including a pensieve. She took
out her wand and pulled what looked like silver hair. She then put in the
pensieve. The misty picture can into focus.
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Seventeen-year-old Hermione slowly walked into the common room. Harry was sitting in front of the fire.
"Harry," she asked "can you tell me what happened today?"
"That," he answered "was living proof that you do not mean anything to me anymore. I love Pansy now."
"Wha...what do you mean? I thought last night you." Hermione stuttered.
"Last night does not matter. Neither does anything else between us. I never loved you. Never."
Hermione stepped back, horrified. Then she turned and ran, her hands blocking the continuous flowing tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Freak." Hermione whispered "Monster." And she put her hand in her face, sobbing silently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear diary,
Last night was bad. But this night was terrible. The nightmare had returned. Draco Malfoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco Malfoy strutted in at dinner. He wore roes of black and silver. His cold, gray eyes flashed menacingly as he looked around the hall.
"Students!" Professor Dumbledore shouted. The students looked up at him.
"Everyone, I'll like you all to meet our new potions master, Professor Malfoy. He has been chosen by Professor Snape, as you all know had suffered serious injures during the potion accident."
Malfoy sat in the empty seat next to Hermione.
"Hello Granger." "Hello Malfoy."
"I see you took my advice of leaving Malfoy."
"Shut up."
"Now Pansy and I are happily together and you two and lonely and miserable. What a wonderful picture."
Hermione put down her fork.
"I'm sorry Professors but I have a errible headache. I'll be in my office." She stood up and walked out of the hall.
Seventeen-year-old Hermione slowly walked into the common room. Harry was sitting in front of the fire.
"Harry," she asked "can you tell me what happened today?"
"That," he answered "was living proof that you do not mean anything to me anymore. I love Pansy now."
"Wha...what do you mean? I thought last night you." Hermione stuttered.
"Last night does not matter. Neither does anything else between us. I never loved you. Never."
Hermione stepped back, horrified. Then she turned and ran, her hands blocking the continuous flowing tears. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Freak." Hermione whispered "Monster." And she put her hand in her face, sobbing silently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dear diary,
Last night was bad. But this night was terrible. The nightmare had returned. Draco Malfoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Draco Malfoy strutted in at dinner. He wore roes of black and silver. His cold, gray eyes flashed menacingly as he looked around the hall.
"Students!" Professor Dumbledore shouted. The students looked up at him.
"Everyone, I'll like you all to meet our new potions master, Professor Malfoy. He has been chosen by Professor Snape, as you all know had suffered serious injures during the potion accident."
Malfoy sat in the empty seat next to Hermione.
"Hello Granger." "Hello Malfoy."
"I see you took my advice of leaving Malfoy."
"Shut up."
"Now Pansy and I are happily together and you two and lonely and miserable. What a wonderful picture."
Hermione put down her fork.
"I'm sorry Professors but I have a errible headache. I'll be in my office." She stood up and walked out of the hall.