Hey hey all you cool people who actually take the time to read this story! Currently, I'm suffering from writer's block, but I'll manage as best I can! So...here ya go!

Chapter 4

"Can you believe she used to fancy Neville?" Parvati Patil whispered to her best friend, Lavender Brown.

"Of course!" Lavender replied while powdering her nose. "Her eyes got all misty whenever she looked at him."

The two girls giggled and left the girl's bathroom.

Hermione Granger sat on her favorite toilet, letting angry tears fall. She'd been hiding in there since Malfoy had read out the most private part of her diary to the entire Potion's class.

"He really is a jerk." She thought, wiping her eyes.

The door of the bathroom creaked open, and a new voice, one that was rarely heard in a girl's toilet chamber spoke.

"Hermione? It's Harry." The voice said, sounding cautious. "We know you're in here."

"Yeah." A second voice said. "Stop being a prat and talk to us."

Hermione unlocked her stall and stepped out, trying to hide the puffiness in her eyes and the clogging up of her nose.

"What?" she said, sniffing.

"Look..." Harry started. "Malfoy was a git for doing that. But you can't hide forever! You're acting just like Hagrid!"

Ron nodded. "You've got to take a stand!" he said, looking somewhat excited. "You've got to get revenge!"

Hermione shook her head, looking exasperatedly at Ron.

"That will only make me as bad as him!" she sighed.

"Well," grinned Harry. "You can always stop giving him tutoring lessons!"

The boys expected Hermione to tell them off for thinking of such a thing as not tutoring, but they were pleasantly surprised when she looked up, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"Of course..." she muttered. "This tutoring thing is completely voluntary. I'll just say 'no' to him! Let's see how much he's gloating when he gets another T in McGonagall's class!

"Brilliant." Whispered Ron.

The next day was a sort of torture. It seemed that the story about Hermione's diary had spread like wildfire. Even people who hadn't been at the scene knew all of the details. Wherever she went, snickers and pointing came at her. The worst part was that she had four classes with Neville, who seemed to be in a sort of bashful state.

"She used to like Neville..."

"Fancier of Longbottom..."

"I always thought she fancied Potter..."

"I wish people would stop whispering about me!" Hermione huffed, slamming her books down at the Gryffindor table. It was lunch time, and she was starving, having skipped breakfast.

"Well," Harry said while stuffing his mouth with lamb chops. "Now you know what it's like to be me."

"Granger."

Hermione knew that voice; she knew the tone and was pretty sure that the owner of it would be none other than...

"Malfoy!" Ron snarled, a look of contempt on his face. "Sod off. You've caused enough damage, haven't you?"

Malfoy didn't look perturbed; he ignored Ron and spoke to Hermione. "Listen, Mudblood, we've got to end tutoring early tonight. I've got Quidditch."

Hermione stood up so quickly that everyone at the Gryffindor table stopped and stared.

"The tutoring is over, Malfoy." She said, almost calmly.

"What?" he sputtered, looking disturbed.

"I said: the tutoring is over." Picking up her bags, she addressed Ron and Harry, who were sniggering. "See you at dinner," And then she stalked off.

Malfoy ran after her, roaring with rage, shouting so loudly now that the entire hall became silent, watching them. "What do you mean?! You can't do that, Mudblood! You have no right!" he yelled, a bit of spit flying out of his mouth.

Hermione turned to face him, her face a few shades shy of purple. "Like you had no right to read my diary?" she said in a poisonous sweet voice. With that, she ran out of the Great Hall.

"Granger!" Malfoy shouted after her. "Hey, Granger!"

Noise returned to the Great Hall shortly, although many were snickering to their neighbors about what had just happened.

"God this is the dogs." Malfoy thought angrily, clenching his fists. "I need a good grade on my Transfiguration. That stupid Mudblood is ruining things. I've got to get her back."

So.... I wonder what our sweet little Draco will try? Hm....[ponder]. Yah...I hope my writer's block didn't do too much to jeopardize this chappie! Review please!! Tell me what you think!! Thanks to the reviewers:

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-enjorli