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Title: Dear Diary
Chapter: #7 An End
Author: Jenn (Aka. DreamBerry, The girl who lived)
Rating: swearing. You don't like swearing then don't read it
For the ppl: What's going o happing now (cringe)
Thanks very much to all who've reviewed
She smiled a Draco as she entered the classroom. He didn't smile back, didn't even acknowledge her being in the room. She sat beside Harry and Ron. Then were talking about Quittich. Did they talk of nothing else? Draco was just playing it cool right he was just. He leaned over and whispered to Pansy Parkenson. She smiled at him and looked back straight at Hermione. The girl quickly looked down at her papers.
What was that? Draco was talking about her behind her back? Did he really not mean what he had said before? Was he just playing with her. He had seemed so sicear. He whispered again and she laughed out loud. She had followed him like a cat after a piece of string. She couldn't believe this he seemed so sincere. And she had felt sorry for him she had-
"Hermione, Earth to Hermione. Hello"
The girl turned to look a her friends. "What"
They both took a step back, "what geze. We were just asking how your little date went."
"Date? You know what fuck you I'm not in the mood for this right now."
Then boys looked at each other. She heard them whispering. "what does fuck mean?" "Muggle swear word." "Hermione just swore." "Must have been that bad eh?"
She tried desperately to block them out of her head as well as ignore Draco on the other side of the room.
She walked silently up to the front of the class when her name was called and handed in her report. She wished she had time to change it. She even thought about pretending not to have it done. But that would mean him winning. She placed the paper on the pile.
She stuck up her nose as she turned to the boy and went back to her seat. It was all she could do to bury her head in her book for the rest of class to stop from jumping up and pounding Draco Malfloy.
Stupid Mud-blood bitch she had seen his Diary entrée. She had read his thoughts and. She had. Grrrrrr. She needed to. Stupid girl where did she get off being aloud to but into his life like this. He was perfectly fine before, Unhappy but what in the hell did that matter? Why did she have to but in.
Why did she have to go and try to fix it? When she found it why did she have to care. Caring was a feeling that no Malfloy was aloud to show outside of a family. He didn't understand. His father wouldn't care if all muggles on earth were destroyed horribly. Why did she care if he had a little pain.
He would get her for this and her little heart would make it far too easy for this. He would simply spite her. She wanted to help him. He would make her think it all in vein and hate her in return.
Why could she care?
He passed her in the hallway and his geerings would ecco loud and true. She would burn each word into her heart as she ran down the hall. Why had she trusted him he would never change he was really evil and. She wished she didn't still feel bad for him.
But she did.
Stupid Muggleborn filth Out of our way brainy nothing Look who has the answer When is she going to get a life Get out of our school Learn how to-
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you!
OkOkOk I know you didn't like it. There is a reason for this tho. More to come.
-Jenn
Title: Dear Diary
Chapter: #7 An End
Author: Jenn (Aka. DreamBerry, The girl who lived)
Rating: swearing. You don't like swearing then don't read it
For the ppl: What's going o happing now (cringe)
Thanks very much to all who've reviewed
She smiled a Draco as she entered the classroom. He didn't smile back, didn't even acknowledge her being in the room. She sat beside Harry and Ron. Then were talking about Quittich. Did they talk of nothing else? Draco was just playing it cool right he was just. He leaned over and whispered to Pansy Parkenson. She smiled at him and looked back straight at Hermione. The girl quickly looked down at her papers.
What was that? Draco was talking about her behind her back? Did he really not mean what he had said before? Was he just playing with her. He had seemed so sicear. He whispered again and she laughed out loud. She had followed him like a cat after a piece of string. She couldn't believe this he seemed so sincere. And she had felt sorry for him she had-
"Hermione, Earth to Hermione. Hello"
The girl turned to look a her friends. "What"
They both took a step back, "what geze. We were just asking how your little date went."
"Date? You know what fuck you I'm not in the mood for this right now."
Then boys looked at each other. She heard them whispering. "what does fuck mean?" "Muggle swear word." "Hermione just swore." "Must have been that bad eh?"
She tried desperately to block them out of her head as well as ignore Draco on the other side of the room.
She walked silently up to the front of the class when her name was called and handed in her report. She wished she had time to change it. She even thought about pretending not to have it done. But that would mean him winning. She placed the paper on the pile.
She stuck up her nose as she turned to the boy and went back to her seat. It was all she could do to bury her head in her book for the rest of class to stop from jumping up and pounding Draco Malfloy.
Stupid Mud-blood bitch she had seen his Diary entrée. She had read his thoughts and. She had. Grrrrrr. She needed to. Stupid girl where did she get off being aloud to but into his life like this. He was perfectly fine before, Unhappy but what in the hell did that matter? Why did she have to but in.
Why did she have to go and try to fix it? When she found it why did she have to care. Caring was a feeling that no Malfloy was aloud to show outside of a family. He didn't understand. His father wouldn't care if all muggles on earth were destroyed horribly. Why did she care if he had a little pain.
He would get her for this and her little heart would make it far too easy for this. He would simply spite her. She wanted to help him. He would make her think it all in vein and hate her in return.
Why could she care?
He passed her in the hallway and his geerings would ecco loud and true. She would burn each word into her heart as she ran down the hall. Why had she trusted him he would never change he was really evil and. She wished she didn't still feel bad for him.
But she did.
Stupid Muggleborn filth Out of our way brainy nothing Look who has the answer When is she going to get a life Get out of our school Learn how to-
Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you!
OkOkOk I know you didn't like it. There is a reason for this tho. More to come.
-Jenn