Disclaimer: No, I don't own Harry Potter.

Author's Note: I am sorry that it took me so long to write this chapter I just couldn't make up my mind on what to write…and then there has been a lot on my mind lately…so, here we go…I hope you enjoy reading it and I would appreciate it, if you could let me know whether the feelings I try to describe in these chapters (which each resemble a diary entry)…well, if they are remotely close to whatever you feel in real life.

Thanks for leaving a review. It makes me happy to read them and it encourages me to write the next chapter. Well, if there should be another chapter. I cannot see a way for Draco to respond to Hermione's love…maybe we should just stop here?

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I imagined all night what it would be like to meet him, how I would walk up to him if he'd be already there and I would smile shyly and my eyes would sparkle and he'd take my hand and lead me away like prince charming would do with his princess.

And then I started dreaming how I would be leaning against the willow tree, looking longingly out on the lake and he would be late. I would nearly give up hope, but then, just as I would be about to leave he would come and say my name…he wouldn't say Granger…he'd say Hermione…and we would look in each other's eyes and feel that there is something. He would know that I was made for him and that he couldn't possibly live without me.

It felt wonderful to think about it…so real and warm and I felt loved and secure.

I would do everything for him. Honestly, I would. I don't know if you have ever felt like that. It is humiliating and wonderful at the same time. I mean, it is wonderful to love someone with all your heart, but if this love is only one sided, than it the most awful thing that can happen to you.

It was nothing but a dream after all. Love is nothing but a silly dream.

I didn't go there.

I couldn't.

I lay awake tossing around in my bed all night and I couldn't go there. I didn't go to breakfast either, because I felt sick to death.

I wanted to go. Really. I dressed up and combed my hair, but I couldn't bring myself to leave my dorm.  I should settle for Ron. He is kind and loving and nice. Nice. Not daring or dangerous. I know every tiny thing about him, we grew up together. Sometimes I think I can even predict his every word. I know that he likes it if I kiss his throat and slip my hand into his trouser pocket. He is so predictable.

He is everything Draco is not. Maybe that's why I long so much for Draco. He is all I ever wanted and yet I couldn't have him.

It was too dangerous. I don't even know if it was him who wrote the note.

Or if it was him and all he wanted was to play a cruel joke on me, tell the whole school what a stupid, lovesick puppy I am. I couldn't risk it.