Chapter 14
Hermione flung herself on her bed. Why must he be so ornery? He must think she's pretty stupid if he thought he could pull that love shit on her. She wasn't in the mood to be messed with. Not from Draco. Lying on her bed, she sighs, her eyes dropping already. Taking out the journal, she starts writing in it carefully. She couldn't stop, she just had to get everything out.
Dear Journal-

It seems that Draco is trying to play another game with me. Tonight he told me he loved me. And he wonders why no one believes him. When he pulls shit like that, he should just roll over and die. I almost believed him. But then he pulled the good old Malfoy smirk. With that smirk, nothing can be true. Nothing, not even love. And he knows I'm with Harry, so why is he wasting his time bothering me? Is this his sick way of showing affection or something?
I don't know, but I've had enough of it. All he does is confuse me. But I think that's how he wants it. He just wants to know the game better then me. And if that's how he wants to play the game this year, I'll play it. But there'll be a few changes. Like how Draco looks at me. That's for sure.

-Hermione J. Granger
She stopped, placing the quill down neatly. She felt tired, whipped really. All she wanted to do now was sleep. Lying herself down, she sighs. Tomorrow would be better. She and Harry could do something together, and she wouldn't have to think about Draco at all. Not one bit.

Falling into a deep sleep finally, she is oddly greeted by no dreams. Only a flash of red interrupted her slumbers. But even that was dismissed… Which was a bad idea in the first place.